The temperature around Shuangchi was getting higher and higher, and the warmth melted a large area of ​​snow. He raised his head, his expression was shallow, but he was serious, "But you can't kill me."

He understood very well that as long as he did not die, he would never think of touching the star refining.

Jingyuan raised one hand, smiling stunningly but full of evil, "Although I can't kill you, I can trap you. Look, aren't you unable to escape my palm?"

Luoxue stopped in an instant, and the purple figure calmly disappeared as if it was when it came.

The smile on both red lips slowly faded, and he glanced at a purple silk thread on the wrists of both hands.

For four hundred years, although this man has been sleeping, his ability has never fallen short.

Unexpectedly, that day was just a blink of an eye and he used the forbidden technique.

Jingyuan, you are still as cunning as ever. You haven’t seen each other for so many years and don’t even miss the reminiscence of the past. It’s time to put down the trap. Compared to this, Double Chi believes that he is not enough.

The sunlight blocked by the clouds shone in again, illuminating an ice-purple barrier behind his fiery red figure, like an iron wire, covering his whole body.

After a loud bang, the edge of the town was immediately crushed by a huge snowball. The sound of horror was far away but it was clearly heard. The two lit up and lowered their eyes, stopped looking, and stood up and walked towards the direction below Shenluo Mountain.

"Do you really think I can't get out of the barrier that is transformed by blood in your heart?" The red lips dyed a determined smile. He gently stretched out his palm, held the thread of his wrist, dyed a red flame, burning his hand.

Bloodline connected to the arm.

Behind Shenluo Mountain, a man in purple clothes and wide robe leaned on the bed of ice, and the black hair spread a bed, which was charming and evil.

He played with a tight thin line in his hand, and walked around his pale and slender fingertips and gently fiddled with them.

"Lord, aren't you afraid that he will run away?" The charming girl leaned under his ice bed as softly as boneless, greedily approaching the thing made by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Ice, raised her head with charming eyes,

The naked love was revealed in his eyes.

She is the spirit beast ice fox that has lived in the mountains for many years. She saw this beautiful man sleeping in the sarcophagus with her own eyes. From then on, this scene was like a mark in her heart, and she had been hidden in his nearest place for four hundred years.

Until he wakes up.

"If he doesn't run away, I should have a headache." Jing Yuan smiled evilly and reached out to stroke the Ice Fox's hair. "You are smart. You have only taught you three days of magic and can actually turn into a human form."

"Thanks to the blood of the Lord's divine beast." The Ice Fox narrowed his eyes enjoying it, letting him caress his hair that was not too long on his head, and finally turned into his original form, jumped onto the ice bed, and nested in his arms.

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With the same ice-type attribute, this Xuanbing Bed talks to her that it is easier to increase Xuanling power than to practice day and night.

Jingyuan didn't seem to care about the movements of the Ice Fox, and lazily fiddled with the silk thread in his hand. After a long time, the silk thread broke with a "scarlet" sound, which made him feel a cold smile.

"Is the Lord happy?" The Ice Fox raised his head and rubbed the man's chest, thrusting his cute nose.

"Of course I'm happy..." Jing Yuan narrowed his long and narrow eyes and turned over and lay down. "My ice silk was planted into his body. If you want to burn it, you naturally have to rely on the blood of the beasts in your body. We will rebel against each other and ignite them.

Beast blood is not easy.”

The Ice Fox seemed to understand and licked his claws.

Jing Yuan smiled and gently waved the plush dumpling beside him to the ground, "Beast blood is not inexhaustible. I wonder if this incident has destroyed his eight hundred years of skills or...

...One thousand, he did not hesitate to destroy his own Taoism, but he really valued that little girl."
Chapter completed!