Mu Dong'er has experienced the snow that has not melted for millions of years in the extreme north, seen the magic ice that has frozen into the bone marrow, and experienced the bitter cold wind of ten days and half a month when the monsters blow, and it is not as cold as it is now.

This is a pool of water, calmness is like a mirror, without ice or snow. Because of a soft light emitted on the surface, it even looks a little warm, but it is really cold, a hint of coldness drills into the meridians from every pore in the body, blending with the magic power running in it, capturing the three fields, and then spreading all over the body. Every time you exhale, it looks like a pile of clear edges and angular ice chips squeezed out of your nostrils.

"I can't stand it!" Mu Dong'er shouted, and tried her best, her hands and feet could move, and she wanted to fly, even if she straightened her body.

Qin Lingshuang turned around and patted her palm. Instead of leaving the pool water, Mu Dong'er fell into it. When she was floating before, at least part of her body was exposed on the water surface, but now she was completely immersed in the water. She could not breathe or speak, and her body became even colder. Mu Dong'er only struggled for a few times and then became stiff.

Although he was full of two souls, Mu Dong'er knew that it must be Qin Lingshuang, not Long Demon, who slapped her into the water. He secretly swears in his heart that he would never call her "auntie" again.

The Thousand-Level King in the air didn't care about this little thing. He had just killed his enemy Dai Zhen, three hundred years ago. He was so happy that he wanted to whistle, and his confidence expanded greatly. Without further ado, he swept his body and then turned into ashes. His whole body surrounded the tree hall. The master head was aimed at the female Taoist priest, and dozens of smaller heads on his back guarded the four directions.

The monster soldiers on the back of the Thousand-Prince King lost some of them, and there were still nearly a thousand, half demons and beast monsters. They were all wearing exaggerated bone armor and horn armor. They were not swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands, but various horns. The sound was not loud, like the buzzing of a group of insects, but the more they tried their best, the redder the eyes of the Thousand-Prince King. The stronger the cold wind gushed out of their mouths.

Qin Lingshuang was not impatient or impatient, walked slowly on the platform, raising her finger from time to time without extinguishing the furnace and the large bright mirror, and manipulating three treasures at the same time, making it difficult for the centipede to move forward.

The demon soldiers on the back of the Thousand-Lead King blew the horn more vigorously, and the sound gradually turned from buzzing to the roar of a wild beast. The cold wind gushed out of the centipede's mouth swept the ashes to completely cover the entire sword-washing pool, but he still could not break the restriction caused by the three treasures.

The situation was not urgent, and the Dragon Demon spoke again. "How long has it been fought? I still don't know your honorable name. We are Dragon Demon and Qin Lingshuang. Qin Lingshuang is fighting with you, and Long Demon is talking to you."

The centipede was still whirling the wind, and the voice came from under the chin, "Let you die and understand, I am the Thousand-Prince King, the Lord of the Cave of the Prehistoric Land of the Monkey King."

"It sounds amazing, but unfortunately I have never heard of it. Where were you when the giant demon king Qi Wushang Taoist sect?"

"Bah. Qi Wushang is just a little demon. How could I contact me? I have been practicing the 'Thousand Demons Gathering' in the cave, and I have no intention of participating in the mundane affairs."

"Don't say it, let me guess. Your 'Thousand Demons Gathering' has not been trained until one day two years ago, you suddenly... had a strange dream. In the dream, a guy who claimed to be a ancestor of Taoism was willing to help you refine monsters. The only condition is that you have to be a pet for him. Well, raising a big centipede is indeed quite majestic."

The Thousand-Level King was furious because the Dragon Demon said almost everything. He just used contemptuous words and was disrespectful.

"What are you? You are just a slave transformed from a spell left tens of thousands of years ago by the Taotong Mining Heart Department. Plus a dead soul, don't think that you can compete with me if you have a few treasures!"

"Haha. You know our background quite well. The Thousand-Primary King, let me be honest, Kun Dun doesn't care who will win or lose in this battle. He is interested in your "Thousand Demons Gathering". He doesn't care about your life or death at all. Qin Lingshuang's method is even more unique. As long as she wants, Kun Dun will come to her personally for advice, and there is no sincerity in this old method of dreaming."

The tradition of the successor of the Nianxin Academy is to fight before the battle, and even the battle has to fight even more. It is supplemented by illusions. Even Taoists can't stand it, let alone an old demon that has been around for hundreds of years.

The Thousand-Lead King exerted his whole body, "I'll let you experience the true 'sincerity'!"

"The Thousand-Lead King, be serious. Pets should look like pets. Fierceness is not enough. Do you roll around? Do you like to be scratched by your owner's belly? Will you speak out from your throat to please your owner?"

The Thousand-Level King was wrapped around too tightly, and some demon soldiers on their back even vomited blood.

"Wow, Thousand-Prince King, you can vomit blood by blowing a few horns. Where did your demon soldiers come from? You're too weak."

A small piece of ashes in the air scattered, the dragon demon looked up and smiled, "That's right. If you have a helper, you should scream out early in the morning. Don't be heroic alone. Just like those kittens and dogs, no matter how loud they are, it's not funny, why bother so hard?"

The Thousand-Level King was furious and could endure it in the underground cave for hundreds of years without coming out. The old demon was not an irritable person, but under the influence of the ninth level of Mind Sin Illusion, his endurance had already reached its end, and his anger was even greater than the yin wind he blew out. The excitement of killing the Grandmaster Dai Zhen had long disappeared.

A Taoist priest appeared in the sky, looking tall and thin in his thirties, with a conspicuous hooked nose, and holding a small wooden carving building in his hand. "The Thousand-Level King, don't be fooled, just surround me, let me deal with these two witches."

"The Thousand-Prince King is obedient and be careful not to have dinner." The Dragon Demon raised his head and covered his eyes with his hands. "We two become witches? We are so righteous and righteous to be accomplices of Kun Dun. You must have been Taoist Yashan before."

"My name is Xu Guchen. I used to be a Taoist priest in Xingshan." The man said coldly.

"Sorry, I admit my mistake. I am a little prejudiced to Yashan. Taoist Xu, you are too depraved. You are actually mixed with the demon clan. Even if the three masters of the South China Sea defect to Kun Dun, they will only accept Taoist priests to get started."

"Dragon Demon, don't open your mouth, the illusion of mind is useless to me." Xu Guchen held the wooden building with one hand and the small bronze mirror with the other, protecting himself from the influence of the illusion.

"With Kun Dun to support you, of course you are not afraid of illusions." The Dragon Demon seemed to care at all, as if he had already admitted defeat. "I was just a little curious. The Thousand-Prince King was favored by the 'Thousand Demon Gathering'. The Third Grand Master is good at refining the living pill. What are you relying on? It shouldn't be a carpenter."

Xu Guchen was preparing his power and did not cast a spell immediately. He chuckled, "Don't pretend not to recognize what this is."

"Is this really the Qishan Mountain Supreme Treasure Zhenqi Tower? If you remind me, I would never have thought that Kun Dun was too casual, and there would be no difference between gifts. If I had known this, I would have encouraged Qin Lingshuang to surrender to Kun Dun. At least one piece can be divided. I'm sorry."

Xu Guchen had already accumulated momentum. On the ground, the Thousand-Level King also wrapped it tighter, and the water surface of the sword washing pool was rippling, and it seemed that it was shrinking.

"The Minxin Department should be extinct." The rare numbers in Xu Guchen's hand emitted a sparkling light, as if there were piles of gold, silver and jewelry hidden in the building.

"Haha. You only have one treasure, you can deal with three of us..." Before Long Mo could finish his words, the smoke from the stage, the light of the big light mirror and the fire from the non-extinguishing furnace were retreating, and the sword washing pool that did not participate in the battle was also shrinking rapidly. The huge body of the Thousand-Prince King finally found a gap and pressed step by step, and the cold wind spurted out from dozens of heads began to seep into the restriction.

"Oh, Qin Lingshuang, you'd better deal with it. This guy is very powerful. What did you say? Well... I understand." The sword washing pool had shrunk less than 30 feet wide. The treasures at the instant were also changed, but the dragon demon was no longer afraid. He looked up and smiled, "Master Xu, I know what your ability is. You have secretly learned the method of refining beasts and used them on the treasures. Of course, Kun Dun still needs to help you, right?"

Xu Guchen's face turned cold and he said nothing. He continued to activate his magic power.

The sword washing pool and the restriction were still shrinking, but the speed was slower. The Thousand-Prince King's body could be wrapped around for more than two circles. Qin Lingshuang casts spells to resist. The dragon demon still spoke to the Taoist priest in the air: "There is a big loophole in your treasure refining method. Did Kun Dun help you make up for it? You can tell whether it depends on your expression. Kun Dun just wants the unique method to take effect, regardless of whether there are or not. Anyway, he is the one who practices himself."

"There is no loophole in my method." Xu Guchen finally spoke.

"Really? All strange beasts and spiritual beasts have some spirituality. The so-called method of refining beasts is to practice together with both parties. Although the Taoist treasures are powerful, they do not have this spirituality. For more than 100,000 years, they have been offered up and taken as a matter of dedication to Taoists. The art of spiritual harmony cannot make it loyal to only one person. Therefore, it is the Qiqi Tower that is refining you, not your Qiqi Tower. I am right?"

"Nonsense!" Xu Guchen could not control the anger in his heart, "The Zhenqi Tower belongs to me, we... we said that this is a magic that is more powerful than the Taoist seal. It belongs to me, only me, only I can stimulate its full power. You only have four treasures, and you can't compare to me!"

"Is that true? The Spiritual Evil Technique is connected with Niwan Palace. If you are refined, the Niwan Palace will definitely be damaged. Haha. I was a little afraid of you before. In fact, my illusion of mind is the biggest nemesis of you."

"If you have the courage, try it." Xu Guchen was no longer afraid.

The dragon demon was ready for the illusion and was about to cast it, but someone snatched it first.

The sword washing pool has shrunk to a size of ten feet, and there are also a fleeting platform and more than 30 children who will not shrink. The space is getting smaller and smaller, and Mu Donger finally emerges from the water again.

The first stream of air sucked in shattered the ice in the body, the inner elixir resumed rotation, and the mana was running like mercury in the meridians, still cold, but without any hindrance.

Mu Dong'er was able to cast spells again, flew up, broke through the ban set by Qin Lingshuang, passed through the cold wind and ashes sprayed by the Thousand-Level King, and came directly to Xu Guchen.

Xu Guchen was shocked, and the light in the Qiqi Tower in his hand turned and attacked the child who suddenly appeared.

Mu Dong'er was hit, but was not injured. Instead, she stretched out her hand and snatched the Zhenqi Tower, "I can do it in the way of refining beasts."

Xu Guchen was shocked and was about to regain the treasure, but he felt a buzzing sound in his mind, as if something had exploded. In an instant, his whole body was floating and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

His eyes looked at the Zhenqi Tower, which was getting farther and farther away, and found himself abandoned.

Mu Dong'er completed the Lingxi Technique in a very short time. He held the Zhenqi Tower and jumped to the largest head of the Thousand-Primary King. He was faster than Xu Guchen who was falling. He turned the wooden tower and stabbed hard into the centipede's head, shouting: "This is my own."

The Thousand-Level King soared into the air and let out a rustling scream. The demon soldiers on his back fell one after another. When they rose to hundreds of feet, the centipede stopped, and mucus flowed out of the place stabbed by the Zhenqi Tower. His long body kept shaking, but he did not dare to move again.

"Wake up, Yuanying, form a child army with me and challenge Kun Dun together!" Mu Dong'er issued an announcement, and the thirty-three Yuanying in the sword washing pond flew into the air one by one.

Mu Xingqiu and others who came from Fu Huangcheng saw this scene from a distance. Shi Hanyuan's face changed color, "The demon soul... has really turned to him."

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