Leng Qingmao, who wandered between the four thorn-backed turtles with a strange body method, also defended more and attacked less at the moment, and gradually felt pressure. Known for his physical skills, he was good at close combat, and after dodging the lateral collision of four giant tortoises the size of a millstone, he hurriedly raised his shield to resist the two water arrows that were sprayed from not far away. The water splashed down on the giant skull shield with a sound like rain hitting loquats.

After joining the battle group, Yin Mingyue held a mountain-opening giant axe made of silver gray, and slashed at the head of the thorn-backed turtle who was standing at a relatively distance and was secretly spitting water arrows towards Li Qingmao. The shadow of the axe filled the sky, and she beckoned in the direction of the limbs and head of the giant turtle between the gentle twisting of her slender white jade hand, without harming the most valuable turtle shell she had mentioned before.

Zhao Yingluo used the power of his divine sense in the late stage of the cold dew to carefully control the gray-cyan hurricane that blew the huge spiny turtle into the air, and at the same time, the five fingers of his left hand twisted, constantly injecting earthy yellow spells into the hurricane. Under the attack of wind blades, gravel, and ice chips, the aura around the giant tortoise has languished to the extreme.

With the addition of Yin Mingyue, Li Qingmao, who had become one against three at the moment, finally had a moment of respite in the flashing and moving. With the whispered chant of an obscure incantation from his mouth, two dark green flames lit up in the hollow eyes of the white skull-like ornament on top of the huge black shield he held in his hand.

Amid the laughter of the Zombie Monster, a skeleton warrior armed with a bone spear leaped out of the shield, accompanied by the piercing sound of bone rubbing, this skeleton warrior joined forces with Li Qingmao to fight the three-headed thorn-backed turtle.

The giant tortoise that was against Yin Mingyue, after dodging her round of axe shadow slashes like a storm, was just about to wait for an opportunity to spit water arrows, but found that its neck was cold, and its thick skin had been pierced by the fangs of a three-foot-tall silver ghost wolf. His cloudy eyes were filled with horror and unwillingness.

Although this ghost wolf appeared abruptly, Zhao Yingluo, who was standing a little farther away, really saw it. The wolf was clearly condensed by a series of silver-gray runes surging out of the ink-colored earrings the size of a little finger that Yin Mingyue had accessorized on her left ear.

After that, with the assistance of the silver wolf and the bone spear skeleton, Yin Mingyue and Li Qingmao successfully solved the remaining three spiny-backed turtles. The two of them glanced at each other, and both smiled knowingly.

When Yin Mingyue turned her eyes to look at Zhao Yingluo, who was twisting the magic trick with her hands at the moment and struggling to support her, she smiled even more unscrupulously, leaning forward and backwards. The laughter like silver bells echoed in the mountain stream in the afternoon, and it lasted for a long time.

In terms of the distribution of spiritual materials, Li Qingmao and Yin Mingyue were quite generous, and the thorny back turtle shell alone was given to him as many as two. Touching the heavy, rough turtle shell with barbs the size of a bowl, looking at the hearty and bright two, the warmth that had not been seen for a long time burst out from Zhao Yingluo's chest.

There is a kind of friendship, which is as light as water, but also precious.

After the three of them had the actual combat experience of the first division of labor and cooperation, under the suggestion of Yin Mingyue, the specific division of labor of the three of them was adjusted again. Based on the power of Zhao Yingluo's divine sense, it was quite powerful, and the silver-gray flame controlled by it seemed to have the effect of slowing down at low temperatures. It was arranged by the bright moon to burn the thornback turtles unexpectedly. When the extremely low temperature of the cold fire froze the legs and feet of the giant turtles in the stream, Leng Qingmao used the cover of the skeleton giant shield to resist the first round of water arrows that the next giant turtles spat out one after another due to anger. At that time, she herself will be with the cooperation of the silver ghost wolf to defeat the giant tortoise in various ways.

As for Zhao Yingluo, during the battle, he only needed to stand in the distance, and with the power of his not weak divine sense, he controlled the silver-gray cold fire with extremely low temperature, and burned and slowed down the giant turtles that broke through the ice one by one.

So in the next shallow stream where four adult spiny-backed turtles gathered, the shallow and slow-flowing stream turned into thick ice, and under the onslaught of the mountain axe and the giant shield, the ice chips scattered and flew on the young faces of the three people.

In the Western Barbarian Continent, in the Ten Thousand Ghost Hall of the Desert City of the Wasteland, a rugged man with a burly body and a haggard face was smoking a dry tobacco pouch with a sad face at the moment. In the midst of a claustrophobic hall, in the smoke of a long time. Yin Zhen, the lord of the Yin Sect, kept changing his expression as the drought smoke flickered and flickered.

In his youth, there was a rush but dull sound of footsteps in the long corridor of the main hall.

"You're hurt, and it's not light. The gloom and gloom carried the usual majestic words of the superiors, echoing in this cold hall.

"Thanks to the blessings of Lord Yin and the second master, his subordinates escaped with their lives in the battle of Shuangyue City, and now there is no big problem. The man wore a black cloak, and most of his body was hidden in the dark corner of the main hall, and replied in a respectful tone.

"The secret realm of East Lake is about to open, and this seat also senses that the earrings of Gui Mei appear near the left side of East Lake County. Bring ten thousand ghost flags, complete the unfinished business of the ancestors, and bring Qingmao and Yue'er back together by the way. The sound of the breaking wind gradually rose, and the gloom shook under the sleeves of the robe, and a small banner was thrown at the person who stood in the darkness with a respectful expression and his hands down.

On the shore of East Lake, on the third floor of the Zhuangyuan Pavilion, Zhao Ying fell into his room. He was carefully controlling the icy silver-gray flames, refining the earthy yellow thorn-backed turtle shell inside the Tidal Peak. As the flames burned fiercely under the roof, the air inside became colder and colder. So much so that his eyebrows and sideburns were also covered with fine ice edges.

Zhao Yingluo, who was immersed in the refining of the turtle shell, did not notice at all that a touch of azure brilliance flashed away from the rising and surging silver-gray flames under the tide. Like a horse in a gap, a fire on a stone, and a body in a dream.

At the invitation of Zhao Yingluo, Li Qingmao and Yin Mingyue, who also lived in the Zhuangyuan Pavilion Inn, were talking in a low voice at the moment in the middle of the night in early spring.

But seeing Li Qingmao pretending to be serious, he said: "I still had an opinion on Yu Wenying before, the eldest lady of our family." Now it's the silly boy who opens his mouth and the idiot who closes his mouth. I said, Yin girl, are you interested in other people?"

Li Qingmao couldn't help but smile, and his eyes looking at Yin Mingyue were full of the meaning of promoting narrowness.

Snorted lightly, Yin Mingyue, who was about to hit Li Qingmao, said angrily: "This girl will be interesting to him?" Brother Qingmao, we grew up together, I have always regarded you as my brother, in this matter, in fact, it doesn't hurt to listen to you." The lover in my little sister's imagination should be like my father, a man who is eloquent, responsible, calm, capable, and able to listen to his wife······"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. At this moment, Li Qingmao's heart was as if he had been struck by lightning, so that he didn't listen to Yin Mingyue's words. Trying to control her emotions so that she wouldn't see any clues.

Rao was like this, his mind was already blank, and only one sentence echoed: "I have always regarded you as my brother, I have always regarded you as my brother, I have always regarded you as my brother······" So much so that when Yin Mingyue returned to his room, he didn't pay attention.