Looking at the blood-colored vajra floating in the air, Ning Zhe couldn't help but have a trace of doubt, the power contained in this vajra is still secondary, and the most important thing is that such a seemingly fierce rune treasure actually has a faint trace of filth in it, as if it has been defiled by something. (Baidu Search Rainbow Literature Network) (.)

But he didn't have time to think about it any more, and the vajra in the air had already begun to slowly expand, roaring and rushing downward.

At the moment when the vajra fell, the bulge at the front suddenly cracked, and a white light flowed faintly in it, and the blood-colored silk threads on the pestle's body surged rapidly towards the white mang, and was immediately swallowed by the white mang.

It was only at this time that Ning Zhe finally understood that in this vajra, there was really a monk's elixir sealed, although it was only the lowest white pill. But its power is indeed comparable to that of a monk in the Dan Realm.

"Fight back to Dan?!"

Ning Zhe's gaze froze, and he no longer dared to have half a point of contempt in his heart, his fists stretched out again, and stopped in front of him one after the other, his eyes flashed with a faint black light, his mouth suddenly opened, and he let out a roar.

The roar was like the roar of a tiger, and there was a faint hint of dragon groaning, and a thick black mist rushed out of his body, attached to the two fists in front of him, and the originally plain fists turned black in an instant.

Ning Zhe's face was solemn, his eyes swept over the blood-colored vajra opposite, his roar gradually stopped, and he shouted: "Two fists shatter the sky!"

At that moment, the phantoms of a tiger and a dragon appeared on his two fists, and as soon as they appeared, they roared angrily and rushed towards the vajra.

If the second senior sister in Kunji Valley was here, she would definitely cry out in surprise, this second punch is called Dragon and Tiger Broken Gold Fist, if you cultivate to the extreme, you can mobilize the power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Tigers, even if you are a strong person in the Golden Pill Realm, I am afraid you can't easily resist it.

It's just that this punch method is too exquisite, even if it is the second senior sister herself, she can only exert the power of the five dragons and five tigers, as for Ning Zhe, a year and a half has passed, and it can only mobilize thirty percent of the strength.

However, now the Dragon and Tiger Broken Gold Fist that Ning Zhe urged was only slightly weaker than the second senior sister's fist, all thanks to the Star Picking Technique in his body.

The Star Picking Exercise is the most masculine and rigid exercise in the world, and the requirements for strength of this Dragon and Tiger Broken Gold Fist are also extremely harsh. Although the second senior sister is talented, she is more than a star and a half worse than Ning Zhe in terms of exercises, but Ning Zhe has always concealed this in order to take care of her face.

Rumble!

Ning Zhe's dragon and tiger fists smashed the falling vajra, and suddenly the dragon and tiger phantom on both fists suddenly expanded, and he was about to engulf the vajra in the middle. And the white light cluster at the top of the vajra was not to be outdone, and it shone brightly in an instant, and the dazzling white light wrapped the entire vajra in the middle, constantly struggling, trying to break through the phantom of the dragon and tiger.

The four monks who rushed out of the statue let out a low cry in unison at this time, and the four bodies suddenly burst open, and four blood arrows erupted from their chests and landed directly on the vajra in the air.

A layer of blood light suddenly appeared on the white light cluster, reflecting the entire space in red, and then suddenly lifted it up again and smashed it towards Ning Zhe fiercely.

However, the phantom of the dragon and tiger on the pestle's body immediately dimmed, as if the spiritual power contained in it had been emptied.

"Blood Sacrifice Technique!"

Ning Zhe let out a low snort, a flash of anger flashed on his face, you must know that this blood sacrifice technique uses the essence blood of the monk as a medium, and only by fusing the monk's potential with the rune treasure can it exert extraordinary power. However, in this way, even if the monk's soul will be scattered, he will no longer be able to escape into reincarnation, and he will be extremely cruel.

Thinking of this, his right hand swept lightly across his forehead, and the sea of consciousness in his body suddenly surged, and the two natal divine objects floating on it soared, rolling up two golden spiritual power storms, and rushed out of his body along his fists and rushed towards the vajra.

In the center of the two spiritual storms, a small golden book and a golden long sword vibrated continuously, and in the blink of an eye, they collided with the vajra.

Rumble!

The white circle of light around the vajra was instantly crushed by the two golden storms, and the blood color in the sky was also swept into the air, and then dissipated under the action of the storm.

As soon as Ning Zhe's figure moved, he came to the air and took the vajra in his hand, counted it lightly with both hands, and a ball of golden light erupted from his fingers, sealing it in it, and then throwing it into the storage bag.

Just after he had done all this, the platform, which was already a little cracked, began to vibrate violently, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, but after a few breaths, it shattered and went towards the endless void below.

Ning Zhe breathed a few sighs of relief, took out a Xuanming Pill refined by Xuansha Fruit from the storage bag and threw it into his mouth, quickly recovering the spiritual power in his body. He refined a total of sixty of these Xuanming Pills, gave ten to the senior brother and the second senior sister, and left forty for himself. As the old man Kunji said, the effect of this Xuanming Pill was indeed much better than swallowing the Xuansha Fruit alone, just swallowing one, the spiritual power in Ning Zhe's body was instantly filled, and even the injuries he had just received in his body were completely healed.

Feeling that his body was unharmed, his eyes looked up, where a new platform was rapidly condensing......

The area of this new platform is not large, even smaller than the area of the first platform, but it is full of dazzling ice flowers, and a crystal clear ice coffin is surrounded by these ice flowers in the middle, which is particularly elegant and beautiful.

When Ning Zhe saw this ice coffin, his eyes suddenly contracted, because next to this ice coffin, there was a man in white kneeling. This man is dressed in white and has white hair, even his eyebrows are snow-white, and his whole body is spotless, and he looks faintly fluttering.

But Ning Zhe felt an aura of disgust from the other party for no reason, and this aura seemed to have been encountered somewhere.

The man in white seemed to notice Ning Zhe's arrival, his head that was originally lying on the ice coffin was slightly raised, and his two black eyes stared at Ning Zhe on his haggard face, and suddenly said quickly: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you going to take my Jie'er away?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then looked into the ice coffin, and saw a woman in white lying quietly in it.

Noticing Ning Zhe's gaze, the man suddenly stood up, his arms stretched out in front of the ice coffin, as if to block Ning Zhe's vision, and shouted loudly: "Don't let you see, don't let you see, I won't let you see! This is my Jie'er, it will always be mine, it is my ...... alone."

He seemed to be suppressing his emotions, but his trembling lips and instantly red eyes still leaked out his excitement.

Ning Zhe frowned, the man in front of him seemed crazy, but thinking about it, things were not so simple, who was he, how could he be here? And what was even more strange was that from him, Ning Zhe couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, as if the other party was a mortal without any cultivation. But he knew in his heart that if this person could appear here, he would definitely not be a mortal, and the biggest possibility was that the other party's cultivation was much higher than his own, so he couldn't sense it.

As soon as he thought of this, he took two steps back, retracted his gaze, and asked lightly, "Dare to ask this ...... Senior, why are you here, and who is in this ice coffin?"

When the man in white heard his words, he was stunned for a moment, and then murmured: "Yes, how can I be here, how can I be here, what am I doing here?" In the ice coffin, it is Jie'er, in the ice coffin is my lover, no, I want to protect her, you get out, you are not allowed to take her away, she is mine." ”

His voice gradually became high-pitched and sharp, and the whole person suddenly turned around and threw himself on the ice coffin again, desperately trying to hold the entire ice coffin in his arms, as if he was holding some rare treasure.

Until this time, Ning Zhe finally determined that the person lying in this ice coffin must be the Snow Clan goddess Bingjie that the old man Kunji said. But isn't Bingjie sealed here? Then who is this man? If they were sealed here, the old man Kunji would definitely tell himself......

Too many mysteries lingered in Ning Zhe's mind, and after a moment of silence, he finally opened his lips lightly, and said with a slight apology: "This senior, the purpose of the junior's coming this time is to take the woman in this ice coffin away, do you think it's accommodating, or, you leave with me?"

When the man in white heard his words, his originally confused eyes suddenly became fierce, but this trace of fierceness was fleeting, replaced by pleading and despair. He suddenly fell to his knees, crawled in front of Ning Zhe, put his head on the ground and cried: "Please, don't take my Jie'er away, please, I've been guarding her here for countless years, just hoping that she can wake up, she is about to wake up, please, okay?"

His voice was sincere and sad, and even Ning Zhe's heart trembled.

"Bingjie is about to wake up, what about the Ice Heart Goddess? If this Snow Clan's Goddess wakes up, won't Ice Heart be resurrected......?"

For a while, countless thoughts poured into Ning Zhe's mind, and his mind suddenly seemed a little drowsy.

At this time, the man in white slowly stood up, looked at Ning Zhe and said, "You look at my eyes, you look at me, do you believe it? I can make Jie'er wake up, I will definitely be able to." ”

Ning Zhe looked at his two black eyes, which seemed to have infinite magic power, he subconsciously nodded and said, "That's right, you will definitely be able to wake her up, it's me who is wrong, I shouldn't take her away." ”

The man in white nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, you shouldn't have taken her away in the first place, she belongs to me." So what are you going to do? I don't want to embarrass you, I really don't want to ......."

Ning Zhe seemed to feel a voice in his head keep saying, "I don't want you to be embarrassed, you might as well die, so that you won't be embarrassed." ”

"Die...... Die......"

This voice kept echoing in his mind, and the Yuanyang ruler in Ning Zhe's hand slowly lifted up and smashed down towards his head......