The secluded river is long, accustomed to passing through the chessboard mountains, the cold pool is deep, the water of the cold river is sinking in the west, the remaining glow reflects the river water, the golden fish scale ripples are gradually flattened, replaced by a river surface formed by ice crystals, and when the afterglow of the scorching sun fades away, it shows a trace of coldness.

The big ship was still moving forward steadily, even if the bow of the ship broke the ice and made a 'click' sound, it did not shake at all, but Yang Lin found that the saint's face was like a piece of ice at this time, a piece of ice generated by coldness.

"The saint came into the world, and she missed the distance, please don't blame, haha!" A long and powerful voice seemed to be knocking on the rocks, coming from the mountains in the distance, arrogant and without any scruples, as if old friends who had not seen each other for many years, suddenly met.

When the voice did not fall, outside the yarn was the shadow of the tent reflected by the slanting sun, I don't know when a beast head appeared, the horse's head was black, white hair shawl, dancing in the wind, a black horn stood tall and high, showing the arrogant atmosphere.

"In the last hundred years, the saint went out but the chessboard mountain range, I want to look down on us, today into the mountain, it is difficult for me to get close to one or two, please, the saint, I Wen Yi to do the east, please go to Zhanggu Mountain for a few days, in order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord. The fierce beast with the name of Wen Wei said proudly.

The fish's eyes were raised lightly, Yang Lin carefully looked at the increasingly condensed beast head outside the yarn, and had guessed the name of this fierce beast in his heart.

However, Zhanggu Mountain is very far away from Qipan Mountain, and it is not on the same road at all, so this beast must have something to do here or be invited, and at this time it is in front of the holy woman's boat, and it seems that its intention is not good.

Fortunately, this hideous head did not cross the samana, so that it seemed that he also had some concerns about the saint, and the atmosphere seemed to have some room for relaxation, at least he could talk a few words, so as not to fight directly.

Being in the flower basket, Yang Lin vaguely felt that the holy woman's blue left hand trembled slightly, but after a while, he regained his calm, and he didn't even open his eyelids, obviously not taking the uninvited beast to heart.

"Zhanggu Mountain is located in the northwest of the country, but my Qingyun tribe has rarely set foot in it, so I have neglected it. It's so far away from the Youshui Qipan Mountain Range, but you haven't come thousands of miles away, but you want to verify the Dao with me. The saint said lightly, a trace of ruthlessness suddenly appeared on her expressionless delicate face, her willow eyebrows rose sharply, and a slender hand shadow appeared out of thin air, grabbing the single horn.

When he was chatting, he had already made a move, but seeing the appearance of the saint holding the victory steadily, Yang Lin was relieved, otherwise he was in a basket of spiritual weapons that must be extremely powerful, who knew when he would be thrown out by the woman in front of him to fight the enemy.

With the small body of this fish, I am afraid that a single blow may directly distract my mind, and when I go, what will I talk about recovering my body. Even if you reply, after listening to so many private words of the saint, even if you don't say Yang Lin's name, it is no different from the way of death.

The yarn moved lightly, the jade hand had easily passed through the yarn without damaging half of it, accurately grasping the single horn, and when the tender white palm tendons burst up, he ignored the beast head that was breaking free with all his strength, like an upside-down radish, and turned it vigorously, and by inertia, threw it into the distant forest.

It may be that he was afraid that the screams would attract the laughter of the demon beasts who were hidden in the shadows all around, and a black shadow with the sound of the wind whistled and suddenly flew into the mountains and forests in the distance, I don't know how many branches and leaves were broken, and I was shocked and fell asleep for a few degrees, but there was no scream and exclamation, but in the same way, the beasts in the forest did not dare to laugh at will.

The bow of the boat returned to calm again, and the sound of the empty bamboo seemed to have been boosted by something and became louder, gradually knocking and ringing, and the demon beasts in the mountains and forests on both sides of the strait hurriedly hid their figures, and did not dare to show off half a minute.

Able to imprison the split soul, and then calmly throw it away, the mana and spiritual pressure are much more than the other party, the cultivation of the beast has obviously returned to the late stage, could it be that the cultivation of this saint has reached the merger stage, Yang Lin couldn't help but secretly guess.

However, since the beast dared to show up and provoke the incident first, he must also know something about the holy woman, if it is not clear that the cultivation is one level apart, it is impossible to appear suddenly, how can the old beast be so stupid, presumably there is something different about the means of this holy woman.

"Little girl, I actually attacked the old man, I can't let you live out of the cold pool today!" A cry, a black shadow suddenly rose in the forest in the distance, and on the beast that was nearly ten zhang long, the black head was a single horn, the white hair was draped behind the head, and the five thick black tails were thrown behind at the same time, showing off proudly.

The strong wind was protruding, and the beast seemed to be desperate, with its big head that seemed to have sharp hair, with that black horn on its head, and its feet on thin, brittle ice, and rushed towards the bow of the Qingyun ship, which meant that it was obvious that it was going to sink the big ship on this secluded water.

The sound of the empty bamboo was endless, and occasionally the sound of trembling came out, but it was not obvious, in the face of the impact of the brutal beast, the eight women in green did not make too many movements, and their eyes were still looking straight ahead, as if they were ignoring.

"Hmph, you think that if you cultivate quite well, you can win with your physical body, it's really a joke, today I will let you see the methods of the Qingyun tribe!"

The jade hand shook gently, and the crisp jingle bell floated out leisurely from the mouth of the bell, clearing the soul and purifying people's minds, and removing the boredom, the sound of the empty bamboo, which was extremely beautiful, was immediately covered, even if it was Yang Lin, who was in the tears of the blue sky, only the sound of the clear spirit could be heard in his ears.

"Go!" A coquettish sound, the saint's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and two soft eyes like water penetrated the veil, watching the golden bell fly straight towards the fierce beast, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

Probably aware of the horror of the golden bell, the pointed horn of the beast swelled several times out of thin air, and from a distance, it seemed to be a sharp cone on the top of the head, and the black aura was faintly enveloping, domineering and domineering, as if it had a power to shatter everything.

The bell is clear, but there are no demon beasts on both sides of the strait to listen carefully, the victory or defeat of this battle is directly related to the return of the Qingyun ship, if the demon beast side wins, it will scrape everything on the ship, and show to all parts of the southern wilderness that the Qingyun tribe is not invincible, and there is no need to prepare any gifts after a hundred years.

If it is defeated, it will only be the defeat of the demon king of the beast, and he is so well prepared today, he must not let the Qingyun big ship go through the cold pool.

A crisp sound of 'jingle bell' suddenly came from mid-air, and the golden bell had met the black cone unexpectedly, and when the tyrannical aura dispersed, the golden light vaguely covered the black cone.

It was not shattered, nor was it knocked away, the golden bell was like an ornament tied around the neck of a horse and a ox, clinging to the black cone, the golden light gradually spreading, and the black head and white hair of the beast were dyed golden, which was extremely strange.

The black horn was only entangled in the golden bell, that is, there was no stiff collision, and there was no deafening ringtone, but the face of the beast showed a trace of nervousness, and its eyes were wide open, its front body had been raised high, and its two front paws slapped the bell above its head fiercely, as if it was extremely scruples about being wrapped around the black horn.

It's just that the pair of long-haired claws haven't stretched out above their heads, and the position covered by the golden light suddenly flashes brightly, and an extremely strong binding force is especially floating, and even the pair of long-haired claws that have just passed through the golden light are imprisoned in the air, as if they have been shackled.

"It's not a body size and the stool must be strong, take it!" sneered, the holy woman slowly closed her eyes again, her red lips moved lightly, and obscure spells came from her mouth, on the other side, the golden bell seemed to be instructed, and suddenly exerted force, and began to shrink the golden light that had spread over most of the beast's body.

It seems that the beast that has been draped in a layer of fishing nets is becoming more and more uneasy, roaring and tearing, but it can't find the point of focus, and where the golden light binds, the body gradually becomes smaller, and the whole beast body also becomes smaller.

In less than a cup of tea, the entire body of the beast was wrapped in golden light, and it was compressed to the size of three feet, like a black unicorn, all of which were as hideous as they were at the beginning.

The sound of the clear spirit bell came from the golden bell clinging to the black horn again, calming the hearts of the listeners, and even the beast that had been restless became much quieter, only writhing from time to time, but no longer roaring and roaring.

"Although it looks ugly, but the hair is still neat and clean, I am missing a mount, so I will choose you!" At this time, the saint Maiden had a faint smile on her face, and she took out a trace of gold thread casually, and let it go.

Outside the vessel, the beast with the golden bell on its head has become more and more honest, like a tamed horse, and the holy woman said casually, but there is no hostility.

The golden thread passed through the veil, and wrapped around the neck of the beast like a soft finger, and the bell seemed to be pulled by something, and gradually slid to the bottom of the golden thread, hanging under the neck of the beast, and the wind blew lightly, and the sound of jingling bells continued.

With a sigh of relief, the saint sat cross-legged on top of the jade group and breathed, while the beast outside the tent obediently walked to the side of the plank, lying on its side, only maintaining its three-foot-sized figure, as if nothing had happened, and fell asleep by itself.

The scene just now seemed to be thrilling, but in fact, it was quiet but it had quietly ended in front of everyone's eyes, and the result was that the onlookers were like lightning strikes, standing still, and unable to return to their senses for a long time.

The beast in the late stage of Guixu is also a sideways one in the Southern Wilderness, and it is really unbelievable that he was captured by the holy woman of the Qingyun tribe so easily, washed away his grievances, and accepted as a mount.

Even if he is like Yang Lin, who often collects the soul of people and beasts, he also feels that this saint's means are superb, and he can win so easily in the same level battle, and his opinion of the saint in his heart has increased a little more dangerously.