The Evil Imperial Monarch: 1922 The Spiritual Clan

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The golden lion blood dripped on the crystal ice, but it was quickly frozen into blood-colored ice crystals. The temperature here is so low that even the saint’s blood will be quickly frozen in contact with the cold. .

"What!"

Suddenly attacked, there is no reaction time, Jin Sheng was shocked, his figure flashed, the whole person withdrew back two miles, the golden fan in his hand turned into a golden ball, and he wrapped himself in live.

"Boom boom boom..."

Even so, a few cold rays came suddenly, hitting the golden ball directly, and together with him, the ball hit the ball many times in mid-air.

The golden saint's body was in the ball, the blond hair on his head trembling slightly, and a burst of golden light was emitted to stabilize his figure smoothly, and the ball flew upside down for four or five miles.

"Roar..."

He roared sharply in the orb, and the holy prestige became more vigorous, his eyes fixed on the precipice of the ancestor of cold crystals.

The cliff did not crack, and there was no movement at all. My fan magic weapon seemed to have no power to break the cliff.

"Come out!"

Jin Sheng yelled. He guessed that Mi Qingxue was not dead. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a sudden and fierce attack to emerge from the cliff. He still had confidence in his magic weapon.

The cold light that had just come out of the cliff was really strong enough. If it hadn't been for this golden fan magic weapon, it had turned into a defensive shield, and I might have been seriously injured just now.

"Miscellaneous hair pieces, want to come here too?"

At this moment, there was a deep voice from the cliff.

"Who?"

Jin Sheng's face changed drastically, and he felt very uneasy. It seemed that a peerless and powerful man was about to be born. Could it be that there are still dead in the cliff?

"Small miscellaneous, I can't even see where this seat is, so I dare to disturb things..."

The terrifying prestige made the golden lion sacred blonde stand upside down, and his whole body was covered with goose bumps. This feeling was very disturbing.

"Escape..."

The Golden Retriever Lion Sage didn't hesitate anymore, he directly sacrificed his own ice escape technique, and his figure escaped into the ice layer and disappeared.

"Huh! Harlem's ice escape technique!"

In the void, the figure of the nine-day cold tortoise suddenly flashed, and his fingers stuck in the ice below. After a while, a cold light appeared again, restraining the Golden Retriever Lion.

"Who on earth are you?"

The Golden Retriever Lion Sage looked up at the nine-day cold tortoise in the void with a horrified face. This person's aura is too strong, dazzling like a big sun, and he is far from his opponent.

The technique of ice escape, he did get it from the Haring clan, just like Ye Chu got it from the old patriarch.

It's just that Ye Chu was given by the old patriarch, and he sneaked in and learned it by himself when he passed there.

The whole body was constrained by a strange force, but the Golden Retriever Lion Saint did not see the Nine Heavens Cold Tortoise using any means, so he easily fixed himself.

Could it be that this is a strong man alive!

This frightening thought flashed in front of him, and the Golden Retriever Lion King opened his eyes wide and looked up at the nine-day cold tortoise above his head.

Bing Yuan was where the Ice God and his descendants lived. Could this person be a descendant of the Ice God?

"Huh! Unbearable!"

Jiutianhangui glanced in the distance, as if he had seen something, and then said in a deep voice: "If you really killed Mi Qingxue, I will definitely make you feel bad today!"

After finishing speaking, with a movement of the Nine Heavens Chill Turtle, an ice prison slowly rose from the ground, and the golden lion saint was escorted in.

"Let me go!"

The Golden Retriever Lion's face sank, but his voice didn't dare to be too loud. Facing a powerful person like Jiu Tian Han Turtle, he was indeed a little afraid.

This guy is too strong, if he is really strong, he is even stronger than his father.

"Thousands of years ago, just like you, there was an invincible lion who came here. I think you are the unfilial son of that lion, right?" Jiutian Hangui grinned and the ice prison began to slowly descend. . ,

The Golden Retriever Lion's heart was shocked and roared: "What have you done to my father!"

"I killed you!"

Thinking of his old father, the fear in the heart of the Golden Retriever Sage turned into anger, and he opened his mouth and roared, trying to scratch the nine-day cold tortoise.

"Huh!" Jiutian Hangui coldly snorted, "Little Golden Retriever, enjoy it in the ice prison. This seat will suppress you for a hundred years. After a hundred years, you will survive on your own!"

After finishing speaking, he pressed his palm down, and the ice prison with the golden lion saint completely sank into the ice and disappeared.

"Girl, come out..."

At this moment, Jiutianhangui gave a chuckle and looked at the ice in the distance.

Mi Qingxue walked out of a piece of white ice. She was not injured, but safe and sound.

"Senior is really extraordinary, it turns out that there is an ice prison below..." Mi Qingxue floated over with a smile.

Jiutianhangui smiled and said: "Don't praise me, if you are a strong person, even this little golden retriever can't deal with it, then the old man really has no face to guard the Lord here."

"This ice jail was the sky jail of the ice city back then. It only held some disobedient clansmen, but it is a pity that now it can only become an ice jail to imprison the enemy." Jiutian Hangui sighed.

Mi Qingxue asked: "Senior, why do you have to guard this place? What are they here for?"

"For what?" Jiutian Hangui grinned, "It's not for the so-called fairy machine, which is also called the magic machine. They think that they can get the inheritance of the ice **** here and become the real god, fairy. "

"Why was the only one hundred people who invaded here back then? Did they find something? Otherwise, wouldn't they come here for no reason?" Mi Qingxue asked.

Nine Sky Han Turtle said: "My Lord is originally a monk who is finally cultivated by an inanimate thing. Although he is close to entering the realm of the Supreme, he is not weaker than the Supreme. His spirit is called a fairy by many people. In fact, these Hundreds were not as simple as we thought, and they were not even the strongest Hundreds in God's Domain at that time."

"I have heard from my lord, that these hundreds of tribes seem to be inherited from the same one, and they are all branches of the spirit tribe."

"The Spiritual Clan?" Mi Qingxue had never heard of such a race.

Jiutianhangui nodded and said: "Yes, it is this spirit-attached race. According to legend, this is one of the oldest races in God's Domain, and one of the oldest races on this continent. They had no bodies in the beginning. They can survive in the world by attaching spirits everywhere. Over time, they have created a unique technique of attaching spirits, searching the world for the most powerful spirit. This spirit includes the soul, the spirit, and the monk’s origin. Spirit, the spirit of origin."

"It’s just that this spirit-attached race has existed for too long, and later split into hundreds of ethnic groups, but some of the top-level races still mastered the technique of attachment. They probably didn’t know what news they received back then. It is said that there are the most powerful gods in the cold domain, so the hundred tribes have formed an alliance and swarmed."