The blue glacier is pure, the blue is deep, and the blue is gentle and elegant. Cold as silk, trembling slightly, blue brocade wrapped around the struggling Mo Ye.

Mo Xie was hung with ice slag on his body, the jade was shining with silver and white frost, the wisps of cold smoke were as light as the smoke, as soft as a willow, and Mo Ye was pulled by flowers in a circle.

The blue crystal is like the water spirit and the blue crystal eyes. Blinking at the struggling priest floating in the cold current.

Mo Xie sarcastically revealed a turquoise face, his eyes froze, and he could only stare at the quiet, jade-like shimmering luster in front of him. Mo Xie was dumbfounded, thinking that the Cold Blood Soul Devouring Flower went straight to Qiliu Peak, but he didn't expect to fall into the cold current with a poof.

Where there is any cold blood soul devouring flower, it is just a flower shadow conjured up by a divine consciousness attack similar to that of a saint. The scam is completely a scam, no matter how strong the divine sense is, once it enters the Cold Blood Soul Devouring Flower. The shadow of the flower was completely lost, and it was immediately wrapped in a cold current as big as silver satin, as light as a veil, and as thin as a hair. Although Mo Xie used cold qi as auxiliary qi, this cold qi was too pure, drifting like smoke and mist, and it instantly froze so that the four meridians and three veins of Mo Ye's mind froze. The true qi in the Danhai is like blooming water droplets, blooming with transparent white plums.

The only thing Mo Xie didn't freeze was his divine sense, his body was stiff, his eyes were condensed, but his divine consciousness was wandering in the realm of consciousness, looking at the cold ice of Lan Yingying in panic, and the icy and thorough cold air.

Poof, Lan Bing revealed two pairs of big round eyes, staring at Mo Ye with eyes, stalking, twisting his body and crawling out of Lan Bing, the white and blue fat body, twisting around, with a small mouth, but wide open with transparent white teeth. The body shrank and stretched and crawled in the cold.

Mo Xie's eyes widened. Coriander is in Bing Jiu's hands, how could he run here. Mo Evil Divine Sense swept over and sighed, it was not a coriander, it was a cold insect conjured up by the cold air.

The cold insect twisted its body and crawled to Mo Ye's side, holding its head high, holding its chest high, slowly and leisurely dangling around, spitting out a thin and long cold silk thread, wrapping Mo Ye as if he was cocooning.

"Baby. The bundle is not over". In the blue ice. A big round face is revealed. A pair of watery eyes, occupying half of the head, a small nose, and a small red mouth. Lined with a big face, delicate and cute.

"Bing Jiu"? Mo Ye was so shocked that his divine consciousness hummed. Sigh. Sink back into the realm of knowledge. Which is the Ice Nine. Jiu'er said. The Ice Elves look exactly the same. All of them have big heads and small tails, like budding flowers. Exquisite and beautiful.

The ice elf flew in front of Mo Xie in a flicker, stretched out his white and tender little hand, and rolled over Mo Ye's frozen eyelids. Tilt your head and look at it.

Mo Ye felt the pain of his eyelids breaking, and let out a clicking sound. Mo Ye's eyelids rolled up, and then they didn't fall.

"Baby, pull, go back to the Cold Blood Castle". The cold insect gritted its teeth and bit a bite of the cold silk, raised its neck, pulled the thin cold silk, dragged the cold cocoon that left only its head, and buzzed on the road.

Whirring, the cold air scraped like a knife, and Mo Ye's white eyelids turned upwards were instantly covered with ice. The eyes are white-soaked. Only the divine consciousness is cowering in the realm of consciousness, wandering aimlessly.

The cold wind was unscrupulous, galloping, whistling, and Mo Xie's exposed head pushed out sharp ice tips in the hiss of the devil wielding the cold knife.

Mo Xie's divine sense shook, and a castle made of ice and jade appeared in front of him. Whoosh, a chilling wind. Several cold insects flew down from the castle, and on each cold insect stood a cold spirit holding an ice fork. "Sister Bingjing has brought it back, why is there only one?"

With a bang, several cold elves jumped in front of the cold cocoon and pierced the cold cocoon with a sharp ice fork. One pick, Mo Ye was picked on four ice forks. The four cold elves carried the trembling ice fork into the castle.

The silver trees in the castle cover most of the silver streets, and the neat ice crystal buildings are of the same height, stretching along the silver trees to the castle. Under the silver tree, the tall white-crowned ice flowers shone with a jade blue light, like a white-edged blue-hearted umbrella, crowded one by one, and opened in clusters. The petals of the jade are a little oily blue. The cold air is rubbed, the thick fragrance of cold leaves and flowers, and the faint and refreshing spleen.

On the rows of cold insects on the white-crowned ice flower, there are cold elves and ice elves. One by one, they stared at the big round black eyes and held the ice fork. Shouted delicately in unison. "Sister Bing is mighty, and she has to know slaves. Sister Bing is mighty, and she has to know slaves."

Sister Bing stood on the cold insect with her little hands behind her back, her thin, long eyes slightly picked up at her sideburns, and her big eyeballs were stretched into long ovals. The eyes are blazing, and the dark black pupils burst out with sparks, faintly glowing with blue light. Spirited.

After walking for several miles, a dome hall with a cold ice jade pillar stood among the cold flowers and ice trees. Walk through the vast jade stone base and enter the dome that glows with blue light.

There are hundreds of cold ice jade pillars standing in the dome, and the jade pillars are carved with saints of different postures, and each saint stares at the terrifying eyes, as if he is frozen in the cold ice jade pillar at the moment of seeing death. After counting carefully, there were four hundred and ninety-seven saints carved on the ice jade pillar.

On the jade road lined with ice and jade pillars. The white cold stone flowers are carved into a long palace, the cold flowers and ice trees are scattered and orderly, densely blooming in the white cold stone flowers, and the blue and shining gauze curtains ripple with the wind, covering the four-layer cold stone flower road. There are six layers of cold flower ice trees, sometimes blue mist, sometimes clear and withered.

Sister Bing flew into the outer edge of the blue mist on the fourth layer of the vault with a cold worm. The little hand played a spell. "The ice soul has seen it, the King of Cold Blood Ice Crystals, the slave you want has been brought."

The blue mist lightly spread a blood-colored mist, and the blue-white mountain shadow was faintly discernible. The shadow of the mountain rises slowly, and a few pieces of white blue mist flowers keep fluttering like catkins, forming a quiet and beautiful silver-white flower sea with the fog and waves.

A large, dark eye lit up from the shadow of the mountain, and the eye waves sparkled, shining with the brilliance of wisdom, sensitive, delicate, and demonic. "Little soul, how did you bring back a slave, where are those?"

"The King of Cold Blood Ice Crystals, this time the Cold Blood Soul Devouring Flower is blooming, for some reason, only one slave is led." The ice soul's big eyelids were shocked, and he lowered his head as if he was shocked, and his long eyelashes were dense and black and trembling.

Poof, a fan-like filament flew out of the shiny single eye. Slapped on the ice soul's big round face. The ice soul shattered as if it were torn apart piece by piece. A long red mark remained deep on the snow-white cheeks. Two ice crystals the size of a pea flowed down the snowy face. "Waste, it's getting more and more useless to keep you elves, punish you to see the Cold Devouring Stone."

The eyes of the ice soul surrounded the clouds, hazy and unfathomable, covering his face and stepping on the cold insects and flying out of the dome. In the shadow of the mountain, a light blue delicate eye puffed up slightly, and with a buzz, pink snow-white feathers flew in front of the cold cocoon. A trace of pink silk flew out, and it flicked the ice tip above Mo Ye's head as if it were collapsing. "Little Zhinu, it's still sharp."

Hanging in front of Mo Xie was what kind of single eye, it was a pink cryolite with a white snow halo. The hedron was draped in a white veil and danced in the cold wind. The imposing pink crystals, like red flames wrapped in white light, burned with pride.

"Wow, what a strong soul sense, and one is already ripe." The cold blood ice crystal lay on Mo Ye's eyebrows, staring at Mo Ye's realm of consciousness as if on fire. He slapped his mouth a few times and swallowed and foamed at the mouth as if he was hungry.

The cold blood ice crystals jumped around Mo Ye's face as if they were singing a song of the cold wind. stepped on the clear ice face, and cracked with a click. "Hehe, with this slave, I will be able to escape from the Cold Blood Palace. The Dead Dragon didn't expect that after five million years, King Benhan would see the light of day again."

"Come on, call the ice soul back". The cold blood ice crystallized into crystalline light and fled into the blue mist of the mountain shadows.

A cold wind roared, and cold insects flashed in the hall. The Ice Soul blushed and lowered his head. "Cold-blooded Ice Crystal King, you look for me".

"Ah, hahaha, I did a good job last time, this is the ice crystal for you". A tiny crystal bead glowing with cold light flew out from between the blue mist of the mountain shadow. As soon as the crystal beads appeared, the temperature of the entire dome dropped suddenly. The cracked ice on Mo Ye's face exploded with a click.

The cold insect howled angrily, and roared like a reined and rushed towards the crystal bead. In the hand of the ice soul, the cold worm flipped in the air. Gasping for long ice breath, he exhaled puffs of white smoke and hissed.

The ice soul stretched out his snowy little hand, took the crystal bead, and lay on his stomach in the cold air, knocking, knocking. The tip of the knock nose was adorned with a few shiny cold beads, splashing everywhere. "Xie Han Blood Ice Crystal King, the ice soul goes up the sword mountain and goes down to the sea of fire, and serves you for eternity."

The ghostly single eye in the blue fog of the mountain shadow kept jumping. "Go, look at the useless saints, where they have been dug up, and put in a few big ones. Make me a medicine primer".

"King Han, why don't you catch a few from Longying Cave". The Ice Soul was puzzled.

"There is an immortal dragon spirit in the Cold Blood Palace, and if you wake it up from the Longying Cave, it will be abolished. What's more, that Yang Yang Green is refining the 'Three Souls Cold Incense Liquid' for me, and it can't be without the essence and blood of the Sage." The cold blood ice crystal lowered its voice, as if it was really afraid that the immortal dragon spirit would hear it.

"This is the Demon Snake Spell Solving Crystal, you go out from the Cold Devouring Stone Gate. Just capture six saints with a divine consciousness of more than 200 miles. It's a very useful kind of cold incense." Two streams of light flew towards the ice soul.

The Ice Soul took the Spell Solving Crystal and the Han Mi Incense, and was puzzled. The Cold Blood Ice Crystal can unlock the Demon Stone, why don't you escape, and wait in the cold tomb under this Cold Blood Highness for five million years, is it just to get the Knowing Slave?

At this time, the ice soul wanted to understand why he was caught here when he was patrolling the ice cave 500,000 years ago. It turned out that the cold blood ice crystal could solve the demon stone and enter the ice cave. The ice soul pulled up the wind-pumping cold worm and stepped lightly, and the chill worm wilted and roared. Turned into a cold shadow and flew out of the vault.

Cold blood ice crystals jumped out of the blue mist of the mountain shadow. fell on Mo Ye's face and took a closer look. The little hand patted the white and tender bloodless face. "Ouch, it's so tender, but it's a pity that I don't like to eat meat, I like to devour my consciousness." (To be continued......)