hiss--

Almost just after the blast, the three of them took a breath and shivered before they could see the scene ahead. They were all cold before they could see the source of all the cold.

Scream--

Three defensive divine lights of different colors were immediately turned on, which blocked some of the cold.

...

If you look closely, there is a small courtyard-like place below.

There are two simple stone houses in this small courtyard. One of them is not banned, and there are tables and chairs-like things, and the other is banned.

This room seemed to be washed by blood, the bloodiest red. At the door, there was even blood-like thing. Although it had frozen, it obviously came out of the door. It seemed like there was a terrifying slaughterhouse in that door.

An inexplicable ominous feeling enveloped my heart.

Although the three of them had just slaughtered one.

...

And the cold here is even more unimaginable.

I saw that the void outside the blood house was frozen and shattered, and then closed it on its own, and it was repeated between the fragmentation and the closing, making a sneering sound.

...

Seeing this in troubled times, Dao Lang almost immediately tightened the sorrow in his hand.

"What a panic? There must be no one in that house, otherwise we will come out and kill us."

The hero in troubled times snorted coldly.

After saying that, he said with a deep look: "If I hadn't guessed, the reason why the Ice God Blood Valley was so cold must be hidden in that house is probably a frost treasure! A heavy treasure!"

Finally, a few words were added, and the meaning of greed rose in both eyes.

When Dao Lang heard this in troubled times, he was also very moved.

When they arrived here, it seemed that the two of them no longer cared about the passageway.

Fang Junmei still remembered to take a look and soon found an unstable spatial node in the sky above.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief.

...

Whoosh-

On this side, the Dao Lang in the Troubled Times had already slashed out with one knife and rushed towards the forbidden and blocked place.

boom!

The air waves rolled and the banned silk snake rolled around, but this knife did not blow the ban away.

Seeing this in troubled times, Dao Lang became rebellious and bombarded wildly.

Soon, heroes from troubled times joined in and slashed out.

The two of them slashed for a while, but still did not blow it away. Finally stopped and looked at Fang Junmei, obviously hoping that he would use the Hot Blood Danxin Sword again.

...

"Two, the passage you are looking for - there, you can go out!"

Fang Jun's eyebrows were expressionless and pointed to the unstable node in the sky and said.

When the two heard this, they smiled.

He ignored any passage and said in a turbulent time: "Fang Junmei, do you want to take this frost treasure by yourself? We both did not agree."

Fang Junmei spread her hands.

"Then you guys just slap it."

After saying that, the figure flashed and flew away a little further.

The two of them were stunned.

...

"Junmei, don't want it. We are both grandparents and grandchildren, and we will deal with you together!"

The Dao Lang stared at Fang Junmei and said in a cold voice.

The relationship between the two is getting worse and worse.

"At this time, you have become grandparents and grandchildren."

Fang Jun smiled coldly, took out the passionate Danxin Sword, pointed at the two of you and said, "Then you two, come and try to pick up my sword and see if I will kill you with one sword!"

The swords were completely opposite.

When the heroes and the Dao Lang in troubled times heard this, their faces were condensed.

Things are really difficult to deal with. Both of them have seen the power of that sword just now. If they really fight, they may not be Fang Junmei's opponents. Maybe they are really likely to die.

As his eyes flashed, there were ghost thoughts.

...

"Junmei, open it!"

A moment later, Dao Lang said coldly in the troubled times, his eyes showing a cunning plot.

"What if I don't open it?"

Fang Junmei said lightly.

boom--

When the Dao Lang heard this, he stomped out his sword at the void beside him, and a hole was broken into the void.

The Dao Lang took out his storage space again and took out the ancient mirror of exile, held it in his hand, and placed it at the edge of the hole in the space.

"If you don't open it, I'll throw it in!"

Dao Lang said in a turbulent time: "You have to think carefully about whether this thing is important or the frost treasure inside is important. Think carefully about how many important things it involves!"

...

Fang Junmei's face turned dark when she heard this!

Dao Lang’s trick in troubled times is too cruel and amazing!

At this moment, he once again had the idea of ​​killing the Dao Lang in troubled times.

If Dao Lang is still in the same mind as him, he can seize the ice treasure from the peek of the heroes in the troubled times, but now he will immediately become his biggest trouble when he turns against the water.

"Daolang, don't force me to attack you!"

Fang Jun's eyes were like ferocious beasts.

The Dao Lang laughed in troubled times.

"Even if you want to attack me, I have to grab the things inside first. Of course, you can also bet. I will be willing to throw this mirror into it. You know my ruthlessness."

Dao Lang threatened again in troubled times.

Fang Junmei's eyes became even colder when she heard it.

As for the old guy, Hero of Troubled Times, he was next to him, without any movement, his eyes were shining with a light, and he didn't know what idea he was going to do.

...

"I will only give you ten breaths. If you don't agree, I will throw this mirror in."

The Dao Lang said again in troubled times.

Fang Junmei gritted her teeth so much that she felt even more severe heartache.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

On the other side, Dao Lang in the Troubled Times has begun to count down.

Fang Jun's eyes were filled with depression, his mind was flying, but he couldn't find a better way.

"eight!"

"seven!"

"You win, I'll just knock it off, put the mirror away."

Fang Junmei finally roared angrily.

The Dao Lang laughed at the troubled times, put away the ancient mirror of exile, and reached out to show him a call.

Fang Junmei snorted coldly, and did not use Tianbutong, and slowly came back.

Finally, he blasted the sword again at the blood-red room, and saw thousands of figures behind him, and he blasted the sword together.

Bang!
To be continued...