New White Snake Asking Immortals

"Why is this ice so tough?"

After various attempts, the mosquito found that breaking the ice was far more difficult than imagined. He felt so depressed that he wanted to scream to the sky. It was too hard. The metal ores outside were not one ten thousandth as good as the ice. It was very laborious to melt the venom, and the extremely cold air eroded the body and froze the soul. , every inch dug in has to pay a huge price.

I sighed silently in my heart, knowing that the toughness of ice is inevitable.

If it can hold up the sun and build a new Mount Buzhou, it must be strong enough to bear its weight.

I roughly estimate the distance from the heat source in the ice and feel desperate. I am afraid that I will not be able to rest in the next few years. The cold air is constantly repairing the damage caused by the venom, so once I start digging, I cannot stop it, which means that the mosquitoes need to keep spitting out venom to corrode the extremely cold weather. Ice, considering that the cold air in the mountain is even heavier, with the current level of cultivation and storage space, the spiritual materials are not close to the heat source, and the consumption is huge and unimaginable. Maybe all the gains from picking up cheap and absorbing powerful energy hundreds of millions of years ago will be used. Once Failure is bound to fall into the realm, and the price is too high to make him hesitate.

Mosquitoes face two choices.

Either he bets on his success at all costs, and if he can absorb the blood of the white dragon and cultivate his life, he will not only make up for his losses, but even reach the sky in one step.

Or just retreat and continue to hide and wait for the opportunity to take advantage.

But the opportunity in front of us is really rare. There are only two opportunities in the long time since ancient times. As the saying goes, it will happen again and again and again and again. Whether you can survive to the third opportunity is still unknown. If your cultivation is too weak, there is a high probability of falling into a catastrophe. It turns into ashes and becomes a trophy for others.

Thousands of thoughts passed through my mind in just a few moments.

Heartbroken.

Done! How can you sit back and watch opportunities pass you by? If you want to become a saint, you have to give it a try!

It immediately spit out venom to corrode the ice, and pushed hard towards the heat source in the blue ice. It estimated the order of use of the spiritual materials in the storage space, and tried its best to save resources. It was betting, and at the same time it was betting on its own ancient alien species. The confidence of being gifted with supernatural powers.

In the ice cave at the core of Tianzhu Mountain, Bai Yujun looked at the mosquitoes in boredom.

This text is quite interesting. When it gets exhausted and crawls into the ice cave, it will make you go crazy looking at the dark iron ropes.

Suddenly I felt something in my heart.

If you notice something unusual about your clone, you have to go check it out. You don't bother to pay attention to the mosquito. Anyway, it will have to struggle for hundreds of years to project its consciousness directly.

A remote and wild little world.

Fairy Mountain Dragon Palace, elegantly decorated bedroom.

Bai Yujun opened his eyes on the bed and saw the huge tiger's head in front of the window, as well as the fairy magic weapon flying in the sky outside the window.

“…”

Moubai knew that the utensils in the pavilion of the grocery store had become monsters again. They should not be called monsters, but foreign objects. He was too careless when making the pavilion, and the wooden bars and even the locks on the threshold became fine. Fortunately, he was careful when refining the dragon palace. It was necessary to save the palace from coming back to life, otherwise it would be very embarrassing when I go home one day and find that the Dragon Palace has escaped.

Wave out the window.

Soon, a pale golden cloud flew into the bedroom.

Bai Bai, who was sitting on the cloud, frowned.

What's the smell outside the Dragon Palace? Is there a plane war involving evil spirits? How come the mountains and forests, which were originally beautiful and full of vitality, became so full of evil spirits?

Riding the clouds to the steps of the main hall of the Dragon Palace, Cheng Su, Tu Yue and other little demons arrived one after another.

Bai Yujun counted the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the Dragon Palace. Fortunately, the number was right, and no deaths were caused by the evil cultivators outside. Although they were all little monsters, they had some feelings after raising them for these years.

Fat Tiger habitually sits next to the boss. Chengsu and Tuyue stand at the front of the steps, and the other goblins and monsters are arranged according to their cultivation.

It had just rained, and the stone steps were very clean.

White mist flows in the wind between the ancient pines and green pine needles on the cliff.

There is no need to make a report, and all the information can be obtained from the river of time with just one glance. It is an earth-shattering event for the surrounding cultivation world, but Bai Bai is not surprised. War and turmoil in the heavens and worlds are commonplace, in the small world and even in the big world. It is not news that the world is being annexed by demons. If you see it too much, you will become numb.

It happened that the lantern, desk and other foreign objects passed by the main hall while out for a circle, and they were also carrying an immortal hammer.

The alien objects that were originally showing off their power suddenly sat on the wax and stopped in mid-air, not knowing whether to go or stay.

The little goblins looked at the foreign objects and then at the Lord of the Dragon Palace.

Cheng Su and Tu Yue lowered their heads as much as possible. Fat Hu tried his best to keep his sleepy eyes open and not take it seriously. They were just the possessions of the monster. At least the pavilion was not flying around. It was not the first time he had become a monster. He had become accustomed to it over the years. .

Bai Bai rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Now, go back immediately, otherwise I will send you to guard the mausoleum in the big tomb for 30,000 years."

With a swish sound, the messy furniture and decorations flew back to the pavilion with the fairy sledgehammer. The lanterns were hung back on the eaves. The desks and chairs were arranged squarely. The candlesticks grabbed the buttons of the lampshades and returned them to their places with a crackling sound. Finally, With a loud clang, the door was closed and locked, and the world became quiet, finally returning to its fairy-like atmosphere.

Turning around and not looking at the shop that gave the dragon a headache, it was better to save our big-headed kumquats and keep them in vain.

The fat tiger behaves like a cute boy.

Moubai glanced at the sealing formation surrounding the Dragon Palace.

Seeing the mortal Ge Qianhu holding down the monk and stabbing him in the forest, the evil cultivator was full of resentment and killed at least tens of thousands of people. He was definitely a mentally deformed villain. Perhaps in the eyes of fanatical slaves, killing millions of people with war is an eternal hero. But in the eyes of Ge Qianhu, he was a devil from hell. The knife pierced his neck and chest. Ge Qianhu, who was covered in blood, kept repeating the stabbing action with a ferocious face. He let the blood soak through his clothes and hair, and he was filled with hatred. It's so bad that the villain plans to stab him a few more times to trigger the soul-killing function.

Until the evil cultivator's vitality was completely cut off, Ge Qianhu lay down panting, tired from the continuous fierce battle and sleepy.

Bai Yujun moved his eyes away and looked at the luxurious high platform higher than the Dragon Palace Peak.

I saw them making alchemy.

The three-foot-high furnace, with blazing flames reflecting the surrounding mountains and forests, imprisoned all kinds of people and monsters in addition to various medicinal materials, including mortals and monks, some with excellent spiritual roots, and some with the stage of becoming gods or even the Mahayana. During the period of cultivation, the bound people cried and howled and begged for mercy. Some people did not dare to escape even though they were not restrained. They had no choice but to wait for evil cultivators to use them as spiritual materials to refine medicine.

In order to obtain the immortal artifacts from the Dragon Palace, the evil cultivators took root in the mountains and refused to leave.

The siege of the Dragon Palace was very draining, so we might as well digest the benefits brought by expanding our territory here. The most important thing was of course refining the medicine.

It was rare that there were enough medicinal materials, and the fire was not extinguished even after it was lit.

Spiritual materials, humans, monsters, and spirits are transformed into elixirs that enhance cultivation in the roaring fire...

The gentle breeze in the mountains blew Bai Yujun's hair away, but he was not surprised. In this wild world, it is common for the weak to have no one to rely on and the strong to run wild. It is almost normal to use people as medicine. He sat cross-legged in front of the huge medicine stove and concentrated. The child who refines the medicine is actually an evil spirit with the appearance of a child. Not only humans but also old monsters are good at refining medicine. The evil cultivators take turns using the medicine furnace to find the way to immortality.

The reason for taking turns was that they were bombarding the mountain-protecting formation continuously every day and could not break the formation. They had to grit their teeth and persist in the hope that the power of the earth veins would be exhausted soon. Without the supply of earth veins, the mountain-protecting formation would naturally collapse.

In front of the main hall of Dragon Palace.

Bai Yujun jumped down from the clouds and looked coldly at the crackling magic spells outside the cloud formation with his hands behind his back.

It is really rare that he dared to organize a group to besiege and disturb the peace of the Dragon Palace. It was his own negligence. He should have left several murals of projections of heavenly soldiers and generals on the cliff outside the mountain gate. Anyone who came to make trouble would be destroyed.

The surrounding lush green mountains and rivers are stained with resentment and evil, and even birds, beasts, insects and ants are reluctant to approach.

His long pointed ears swayed and he rubbed his forehead.

There are endless chaos in countless small worlds like dust. It can be said that it is both simple and difficult to deal with. Just a small team of heavenly soldiers can deal with all problems by descending to the world. Kill and reduce the dimensionality to deal with the root of the problem and garrison it. What is difficult is the countless small worlds. There are too many like dust, and the barrier of the world isolates the immortal world. The fairy bridge outside the Nantianmen needs to lock the space coordinates and transfer the guidance. The soldiers are tense during the catastrophe and turmoil, so Bai Yujun's empire currently does not have the ability to monitor all small worlds, especially The remote little world is almost isolated from the fairy world.

What's more, how can the creatures in the small worlds be willing to be supervised by the heavenly soldiers descending from the sky?

It is not uncommon to see people shouting various slogans to incite confrontation with the empire.

There is no shortage of greedy people who are full of power, and it consumes the empire's personnel and energy to deal with them. Each time they are dealt with, they disappear for several years before the old disease relapses.

It can be said that the effort and effort in governing all the heavens and worlds is in vain. From time to time, people are clamoring to break this day and to overthrow you.

If you don't care, I will show you one hundred and eight hundred evil quick success methods in the blink of an eye, such as making medicine with people or monsters.

A group of top people and monsters work together to eat other people, monsters and spirits.

Using his advanced cultivation to suppress him and threatening his family members, evil spirits and resentments filled the sky and polluted the landscape.

Now that you see it, just clean it up.

Bai Yujun habitually uses his magical powers to look at the past and the future.

"Huh? That's interesting."

There was an unexpected harvest, similar to the previous stone tablet fragments. It stands to reason that the background of these demons who use people to refine medicine cannot be hidden from Bai Yujun's eyes, but when it comes to part of the picture, it suddenly becomes blurry, and it is impossible to see who is controlling the turmoil. It is certain that this It's not that simple, but it's good. It proves that there is a big fish behind the incident, and it gives the boring dream something to do.

Maybe he was tired after sleeping for too long. He raised his head and yawned, then stretched his arms and stretched hard.

After stretching, I habitually hunched over and entered a state of laziness.

Wink.

"It's time to rain..."

In just one sentence, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan. com The wind started blowing in the mountains, and clouds began to gather in the sky.

I planned to go back to the house to catch up on sleep and wait until it rained. I turned around and suddenly stopped. When I turned around, I accidentally saw the mortal fighting alone in blood. He once again killed an evil cultivator. He took out the paper recording the murder from his arms and compared it. Xie repaired his face and silently wrote the word "Case closed".

At the bottom of the steps, the people and monsters in the square looked at the back of the Lord of the Dragon Palace, the candlelight swaying in the wind.

"Sigh... There are always stubborn and lonely warriors in this world who stand up, but unfortunately, there are too few."

Bai Yujun felt that Ge Qianhu had the talents of a heavenly general, and in the future he could command a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, and he could be worthy of the incense and worship of all people.

In the future, when Chengsu builds the Chunyang Palace, he should establish a shrine for Ge Qianhu and faithfully record and pass it on to generations. In fact, the heroes around him are more worthy of respect.

Unconsciously, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the mountains were covered with white mist.

(End of chapter)