It felt like it was stuffed with iron, and it seemed to be so stimulated that it was constantly expanding, and it felt like its head was going to explode.

The pain is not limited to this.

The heart seemed to be grasped by something, a little bit tightened, a little tightened, and the coldness started from the backbone, like a needle and a worm.

Thorn meat.

Gnaw bones.

Jing Meng's eyes were full of stars, and his whole body kept trembling, it was true, and he thought that the Taoist was lying to himself, and he wanted to use his own physique to last for a day and a half, but under such painful torture, there was a helplessness in his heart to get rid of it.

The chest heaved and the mouth hissed.

The Taoist thought that he found his own strangeness, his expression instantly gloomy, and he reached the end in an instant, and the change in his expression today can be described as quite exciting, because the arrival of Jing Meng was excited to go to the clouds, and it was a few ups and downs from the clouds to the ground, thinking that the victory was in hand, and the reappearance was today.

But.... Right now.... The biggest problem... He's going to die.

Where can the Taoist still endure it: "@#~....!@#....." There are a lot of all kinds of things.

"Shut up," Jing Meng roared, already dizzy, and even more annoyed when he listened to it, swallowing his saliva: "What can you do?"

The Taoist was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, his eyes were purring, his hair was torn off, his expression was flying several times, his mouth opened to speak, but in the end he closed helplessly.

Jing Meng did grasp a piece of inner crystal in his hand between his hands, it used to help him resist the cold poison, and now it may be okay, and he wants to slap it in his mouth when he raises his hand.

"No," the Taoist hurriedly said, "The cold poison in your body is not terrible, but you have swallowed three inner crystals in a row, and the frenzied aura has become a wild horse that has escaped, and if you send one in, your head will explode." ”

Actually, it's pretty much the same now.

I felt that the iron in my mind had reached the bone, and it might come out in the next moment, but I didn't do anything stupid, and my hand hung down.

"Run, run, as long as you release me, I promise to keep you alive," the Taoist said eagerly, his eyes blood-red.

"Whew..."

Jing Meng sprayed this cold breath, where can he care about whether the words of the Taoist are true at this moment, and staggered along the light.

"Ahh

The Taoist roared: "You have to walk like this, run, grit your teeth and run, will you run on two legs..."

Suddenly, a thunderbolt turned into a burning man.

Suddenly, the giant hand of the rock slapped and wanted to press him, where would the Taoist be obedient, and he refused to sit down when his body was bent into a shrimp: "I've had enough, I've had enough, come on, if you have the ability, you will kill me." ”

"Whoa..."

Jing Meng, who was semi-comatose to a full coma, seemed to have heard the roar of the Taoist, and actually ran up.

"Come on," the Taoist shouted with his eyes sudden.

The Taoist choked his neck and shouted, "Work hard." ”

"You can't stop, it's good to go through the three big formations," the Taoist blushed and shouted eagerly.

At this moment, Jing Meng is equivalent to a total coma, he doesn't know where he has run, how long he has to run, and the reason why his feet are still moving is completely by will.

Stagger.

Stumble along.

Finally moving forward, the Taoist was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, he was afraid of every shaking of Jing Meng's body, and he was worried about every time Jing Meng lifted his footsteps: "But you must not fall...."

Keep talking...

Keep talking...

Jing Meng's body swayed, and his steps were raised to get out of the injured formation, but suddenly his knees bent, and his upper body pressed down like a mountain, and he fell directly on the road.

The Taoist let out a frightened 'ah' sound, and hurriedly roared: "Stand up, stand up quickly, there are still two formations left, as long as I can come out, I can keep you from dying." ”

But Jing Meng still fell to the ground.

Just when he fell, I don't know if it was because of the return to light or for some reason, the comatose brain actually regained consciousness a little, and the eyelids opened a little bit, and I saw my own reflection on the ground, and saw the face like gold paper.

The Taoist in his ear kept yelling: "Let's go..... Let's go...", he choked up and cried.

He struggled to get up and continue running, his leg bones trembled and struggled, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his teeth in his mouth were almost crushed, and he finally stood up.

"Whew..."The Taoist breathed a long sigh of relief: "Good job, quick..."

Jing Meng's footsteps were raised, and he wanted to leave, and the corner of his eye suddenly swept the two sides of the bright road, and saw that his shadow was very long when there was a clear Xuan Bing below.

After a pause, he stopped.

This frightened the Taoist, and he felt that his heart was about to burst, and he roared with his teeth: "What are you doing, looking for death, is it time to see the scenery, surviving is talking, go..."

But Jing Meng really seemed to be settled, and he actually looked at himself in Xuan Bing and was stunned.

"Heh..."

Suddenly, a smile floated on his face, and his body fell down obliquely, and he fell out of the route and smashed into the ice.

"Poof...."The Taoist didn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and spurted it out directly, his face turned pale in an instant, and he sat down on the car in a decadent manner, staring at his bloodshot eyes: "It's over.... It's over...."

"Bang..."Jing Meng fell on the ice with his feet facing the sky.

The body is cold, and it is stimulating to Xuanbing, so of course it is cold on top of cold, so cold that I don't know the cold, but Jing Meng really seems to be hysterical, and actually sticks his face on the ice, as if it is not enough, and struggles to tear off the light dragon armor and stick his entire chest on the Xuanbing.

Is it cold?

Frozen teeth don't know how to tremble.

The frozen blood is clotted.

The cold poison that was frozen in his body was stabbed and bitten by needles and chisels lost consciousness, the heat expanded and contracted, and the 'iron' in his head was slightly constricted.

"Hehe..."

This feeling is really refreshing, the feeling of holding the cold is really amazing, Jing Meng couldn't help laughing, feeling the cold break into his skin.

Seeing that Jing Meng was not dead, the Daoist's decadent face was slightly shocked, but then he lowered again: "What's the use, you don't have to freeze to death." ”

"Keng...."

Suddenly, there was a slight sound, and it was indeed Jing Meng holding the Ruyi Sword and chiseling the Xuanbing.

"What are you doing, digging out a coffin and burying yourself," the Taoist said sarcastically, his eyebrows jumped, a strange look crawled on his face, and he whispered: "No, it's all like this, he should be frozen in ice, how can he still move?"

Jing Meng's arm was raised high and fell suddenly.

"Khoo..."

The ice flowers splashed, and to the surprise of the Taoist, the Xuan Bing, which was as stiff as iron, was really stabbed into it by the Ruyi Sword, "Huhuhu..." Jing Meng breathed a thick breath, and his eyes were full of determination.

Suddenly, the palm of the hand that grabbed the Ruyi Sword exploded, and through the Ruyi Sword scattered into the Xuan Ice, there was a bang, and the huge Xuan Ice under his body was immediately covered with layers of cracks like spider webs.

"What does he want to do?" the Taoist looked puzzled.

The Ruyi Sword was blood-red, and it was indeed Jing Meng who forced his blood out, and followed the Ruyi Sword into those cracks, and the blood was entwined and climbed among them.

The blood red in the clear, seven points for beauty, and three points for demons.

Jing Meng's breathing slowed down slowly, and finally slowly seemed to stop completely, and his eyes slowly closed, but there was indeed a layer of blood-colored ice net in his mind.

There was indeed a blue heart frozen in the blood-colored ice net.

The Way of Ice.

The cold way.

Kill him with his own heat and cold.

"Pounding.... Impulsive... Pound...."

Abrupt voice.

The sound of the heart.

The sound beat like a war drum thundering, the Taoist was startled, and his eyes glared at the boss: "No, what kind of kid is this, this can be done." ”

The sound of war drums is the loud thud of a heart beating in the ice net.

It jumped faster and faster, and under its constant chisel, the layer of ice cracks became wider and denser, and finally "bang..."

Suddenly exploded.

Jing Meng's eyes opened casually, and a smile instantly appeared: "Haha, I knew it could, I knew that this method would work," Standing up, his hand raised, and the palm of his hand swirled coldly, and he grabbed a thunderbolt in his hand, the way of ice and thunder, who can stop me in the future.

"Hahaha...."Jing Meng laughed wildly.

"Haha," the Taoist laughed and rejoiced: "Okay, good, young man, congratulations, quick, quick, get me out, I'm giving you a way to play with fire." ”

"Hehe...."

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