A subtle smile appeared at the corner of Mo Ye's mouth, like an inadvertent ripple on the water, quickly crossed, and two sparks condensed into his eyes, which disappeared into the depths of the eye wave in an instant.

The cold cocoon became smaller a little like a thread, hissed, and pulled out a series of cold and chaotic lightning, and the cold blood ice crystal looked at the hand to break the thorn, and then looked at the cold light lingering Mo Xie, and the monochrome red eyes blinked with frightened eyes.

The cold insect cold silk cocoon is a crystallized thing of ten thousand years of cold air, extremely cold, extremely tough, and difficult to break, once it becomes a cocoon, the great sage of the condensation realm cannot break the cocoon. How the little saint unravels the cocoon.

The cold blood ice crystal was stunned for a moment, and the mini Mo Ye held the fire extinguisher, standing majestically in the crystal cold air like a flower, with blazing eyes, shining arcs, like a slightly dewy moonlight fused into the murderous eyes, if there was nothing.

A thunderbolt in the clear sky, 10,000 flames scorched the cold sky, and the cold lingering mist burned as if it were a fiery red aura, and the scorching aura instantly engulfed the dome, and the clear cold jade crystal wall reflected a blood-red halo, and a rose-colored slanting glow flickered on the crystal wall.

The cold blood ice crystals retreated between the fiery red smoke clouds, and the fiery single eye, with consternation and doubt, skimmed the thick and overwhelming murderous thoughts, biting the blood-red little fingers, and fled into the blue mist mountain shadow with a scream.

With a click, a red electric eye condensed from the fiery red in the sky, wisps of it, with a scorching killing aura, and slammed into the cold blood ice crystal red movie. A jade road lined with ice and jade pillars. The figure of a plain white battle armor was transformed, although Yujing's face was a little blurry. Against the backdrop of a hint of blush that was expressionless. The cold and flawless cold eyes are clearly a peerless beauty. The cold murderous aura condensed between the cold eyes, and with a coquettish snort, thousands of cold threads turned into snow swords. Slash at the red sword shadow.

There was a scream, bursting into a cloud of cold flower arrogance, and the snow sword turned into cold silk was instantly strangled by the murderous red sword shadow. The dilapidated murderous aura condensed into fine sweat between Yujing's eyebrows, and she gasped, a little red blood spot appeared in the center of her eyebrows, and her body leaned back violently. The black and thick silk hair spread out delicately, like a white snow butterfly falling on the ground of the hall carved with white cold stone flowers, and it exploded into a cold air. Turned into white fog drops, fluttering and churning a few times, and hid into the cold ice jade pillar.

The ice jade pillar swayed with bursts of smoke. Icicles that seemed to be spitting cold air floated out a wisp of milky white mist. The cold haze of the ghost hazy and hazy illusion. In an instant, he turned into a saint with a murderous face, a saint with a stunning appearance, a saint with outstanding demeanor, and even an old saint with white hair fluttering.

Dozens of killing thoughts flew up overwhelmingly, and the small crystal droplets of water were like the ice edges of the jade tree, exquisitely clear. An intoxicating fragrance wafts through it. The cold whirring was superimposed with a piercing murderous aura. The killing intent became heavier and heavier, and the silver-white light of the Dao Dao shot towards the scorching flames.

Mini Mo Ye Black Hair Torrent Splash. A waterfall hangs in mid-air. After extinguishing the fire in his hand and killing the Divine Consciousness Beauty Saintess, although he was a little surprised, he saw dozens of cold jade icicles, and conjured up a Divine Consciousness Saint. With a scream, he withdrew the flames shrouded in the cold sky, turned into a shadow of fire, and slashed towards the killing thoughts that flew over.

Although there are many killing thoughts flying in, they are like snowflakes falling into the furnace, puffing and turning into fluttering and lingering remnants, exuding an alluring cold fragrance. The wisps of cold mist that flew away became weak and bleak, and with a miserable cry for help, they drifted back to the cold crystal icicles.

The sages who were knocked back on the cold crystal icicle were crystal clear, lifelike figures, and a little blood was revealed between their eyebrows. The stunned face, as if burning a fire, shining with a warm light, with a heart-warming expression, smiling like a bright sun, flashing with a sense of relief, gently closed his eyes.

Drops of blood shadows, flowing down along the uneven crystal holy body, crossed countless blood-colored lone lines in the air, spinning and flying, like rolling blood-colored teardrops, dripping under the cold crystal ice tree, dripping on the dense white cold stone flowers between the cold flowers and ice trees, the cold stone flower bones, one by one, burst open, the blue mist curtain rippled with the wind, and the blue shield with blood patterns was erected on the four-layer cold stone flower road.

Mini Mo Ye stared at it, and continued to emit the phantom of a Divine Consciousness Sage, although there were many of these phantoms, and the Divine Consciousness was constantly superimposed, but it was powerless to block the attack of the Mo Evil Divine Sense. The superposition of Divine Consciousness can only increase the durability of the Divine Consciousness being broken, but it cannot increase the strength of the Divine Consciousness.

The cold silk cocoon outside Mo Xie's body, under the crystal light, was drawn from the inside out, and the frozen holy body moved twice, making a cracking sound. The face gradually turned bloody. "Jiu'er, you're in."

A petite figure emerged from the gentle, greasy, and cold air, and glanced at the dozens of holy bodies wandering in the cold air, and his thin willow-like brows were locked. Mo Evil consciousness awakens, and the divine consciousness of self-defense is withdrawn. The killing intent of the divine consciousness in the sky slowly faded away, and wisps of cold silk were withdrawn back from the cold crystal icicles.

The cicada snorted in a nasal voice, and flew out of Mo Ye's Danhai in a flash, and the last small piece of cold silk was flicked on its pointed lips. Staring at the shadow of the blue mist with big watery eyes. In the big bulging eyes, there was a ghostly light dancing brightly, and the excitement squeaked non-stop.

Bing Jiu's eyes were a little damp, his slightly drunk cheeks were burning with a bright flush, his eyes were lowered shyly, and his long eyelashes were moving gently. The burning gaze blinked, swallowed deeply, calmed down, and smiled shyly.

The moment the two eyes made contact for a very short time, Mo Ye felt that his brain was dizzy, his body was crisp, and a trace of electricity hit his whole body, and he wanted to rush over and hug Bing Jiu impulsively.

Bing Jiu nodded shyly and gracefully with crystal tears in his eyes. Slowly staring at the white mountain shadow in the blue mist.

The cold blood ice crystal opened its blood-colored eyes, staring at the saint, the essence, and the insect on the cold jade flower stone. Saints and elves, cold blood ice crystals disdain, and they can be caught with their fingers and feet. What frightened the cold blood ice crystal was that it was just a grinning holy worm.

The teeth of the cold blood ice crystal were trembling, and the blood-red sweat droplets were falling to the bones, so panicked that the cold blood ice crystal hurriedly stretched out his little hand to catch it, and put it into his mouth stupidly, chewing it with a rattle. He muttered and repeated. "Dead dragon, when did the chrysalis change".

Aolong, a branch of the dragon clan of the sea clan, likes cold by nature, loves and hates, is jealous and hateful, is not bound by the laws of the dragon clan, and often leads cold veins into the sea, freezing thousands of miles of sea. Tens of millions of years ago, it caused the anger of the Sea Clan, and they were driven out of the sea, distributed to the land, and settled in Longying City.

The Holy Clan invaded, and the Plant, Zerg, and Beast were defeated one after another, and retreated to the barren land. Longying City of the Aolong Clan is located in the center of the land and has always been neutral, that is, it does not attack the Holy Clan, nor does it make enemies of the Zhi Clan and the Zerg Clan. However, because he was far away from the dragon clan, his bloodline was gradually depleted, and the holy dragon of the Ao Dragon clan was decreasing day by day. was finally killed by the Great Sage of the Holy Clan.

No matter where the dragon dies, it will be brought back to the Cold Blood Hall of Longying City by a wisp of remnant soul, and the blood and ice crystals of his life will be turned into blood cold crystals, blood ice crystals will be integrated into the cold crystal pool, and the bones will be turned into pool water to nourish the blood cold crystals. Over time, the blood cold crystal and the cold vein fused. There will only be the bones of the Enlightenment Realm Aolong corpse that will be preserved occasionally.

Blood Cold Crystal, Middle Blood Cold Crystal, Residual Blood Cold Crystal, Pure Blood Cold Crystal, Cold Blood Ice Crystal. In fact, it is actually the essence of the holy dragon bloodline of each realm of the Aolong, and the different cold crystals with the inheritance of the Aolong bloodline formed after fusing with the jade cold crystal. The cold blood ice crystal was the essence blood of the Aolong's only Shadow Realm Great Sage Dragon Coriander back then.

Coriander is the bloodline of the great sage dragon coriander of the Ao Dragon clan, the Ao Dragon clan was defeated, and the great sage dragon coriander cut off the dragon horn (Zhewu branch) to divide the blood vein in the insect domain, named coriander, but the cicada failed to turn into a dragon due to lack of blood.

As a holy insect of the Expansion Realm, the cicada can be subdued by Bingjiu, because of the Zhewu branch, and because it is connected with the blood of Bingjiu. It is not surprising that the cold blood ice crystal surrenders to the elves, but when he saw the coriander this holy insect of the dragon bloodline inheritance, the eyes of the cold blood ice crystal were red, and he trembled and wanted to escape, but he couldn't find a way to escape. was so frightened that he only jumped to his feet in the shadow of the blue misty mountain.

Bing Jiu pulled the irritable cicada tightly, feeling that the cicada had obviously become extremely impatient, struggling to fly into the shadow of the Blue Mist Mountain. "Baby, don't worry, let's grab the cold blood ice crystals together."

The white light on the Zhewu branch on Bing Jiu's waist flashed, turning into hundreds of lightsabers densely surrounding the four layers of blue mist mountain shadows, each spitting white lightning. Blue clouds rolled and collided like waves. The earth-shattering whistling sound, in the white Yingying's intertwined lightning, the hammer became faint. The mist drifted away, and the mist danced around the mountains like a pair of blue butterflies. A cyan mountain tip was exposed, slowly swirling with a sea of cyan mist rolling in the waves.

The cyan peaks turned out to be solidified and swirling whirlpools, and the blue mist was thrown out little by little in the tower-shaped whirlpools. The roaring waves of fog, the waves of calm like fish scales swing out fine lines.

In the center of the cyan whirlpool, a red cold blood ice crystal hot pot swirled like an ant, and a rattling sound came out of the whirlpool.

The cold blood ice crystal was dumbfounded, originally thinking that there was only one coriander cicada, and he hollowed out his mind to think of a way to escape for his life. Three hundred and sixty-two coriander cicadas surrounded the shadow of the Blue Mist Mountain, and the cold blood ice crystals completely wilted. The cold blood ice crystals have only reached the Holy Spirit Stage, which is equivalent to cultivating a Saint of the Cultivation Realm, and in the face of three hundred and sixty-two cicadas that are quite condensed in the Qi Realm, let alone fighting, there is no hope of escaping.

Bing Jiu stared at the cold blood ice crystals that were exposed in their original form, and his eyes narrowed into a slit with joy. Standing on the back of the coriander, with his small waist crossed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised the arc of mockery. "Cold blood ice crystals, hand over the cold marrow, ice marrow."

Han Zhibing's red eyes were spinning, and the corners of his mouth were contemplative, revealing a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. "Ice Holy Friend, you and I are in the same lineage, there is no cold marrow and ice marrow, I will give you as many cold crystals and ice crystals as you want."

The cicada squeaked, and the words of the cold blood ice crystal seemed to poke the hornet's nest and cause the coriander to stir. The white lightning spat out more and more, and the crackling cyan vortex was about to stagnate.

Bing Jiu's brows formed into pimples, and he smiled dryly. "Cold blood ice crystals, the baby said, let you hand over the essence blood." (To be continued......)