Chapter 290 Baiyang Strange Bird

What kind of effect will it have if it is frozen for thousands of miles and the founding character of "cold" and the ability of He Tuluo book to create prohibitions?

Zhang Zixuan has never seen it. Because he hasn't thought about this problem before. After all, he has just learned the founding character. In addition, the power of frozen thousands of miles is too strong, and he can't find such a big place for a while. Let him experiment with the power of these combinations one by one...

To be honest, the power of this combination is quite good. The two ravens were suddenly frozen in the huge ice cubes and turned into two crystal ice sculptures, which were so beautiful...

It's just that these cold air of frozen mountains and rivers has quickly fallen into the firepower inherited from the Valley of Eight Grains for thousands of years. Only in this huge square is it sealed by the cold air...

Zhang Zixuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out the jay pot, and aimed at the two crows around him.

How can the eight crows, whose body has been sealed by these ice cubes, be able to compete with such suction? Hearing a crisp and shattered sound, the two black ravens were all taken into the crow pot by Zhang Zixuan.

The corners of Zhang Zixuan's mouth rose slightly, showing a heartfelt smile. Then, a cluster of purple flames appeared in his hand, and the crow pot was completely roasted up and down...

Feel the vigorous power of fire and return to the jay pot. Zhang Zixuan knew that the eight crows in it had completely recovered their strength, and he took the crow pot to his ear and shook it. Hearing the roar of flames and the ghost cry of the eight crows, he was relieved.

"Two... It seems that Tianzhao Royal God is really a master who is not easy to serve!" Zhang Zixuan suddenly regretted it. He knew that he should put back one of the crows first, so that he could still find the location of the crow's nest. The lack of one now makes me upset...

"Wo!" A huge roar shocked people as if it angered the sky and sent down the heavenly punishment.

A white light suddenly lit up on the top of the hill east of the Eight Light Valley. Under the reflection of this light, it seems that everything in the world has lost its color. The whole sky emitted a scorching breath, and the square of the Eight Light Valley, which was originally sealed by ice, began to gradually melt, forming a puddle of water, which was quickly evaporated!

Zhang Zixuan shook the crow pot in his hand and found that the eight crows in it did not dare to "hum". He immediately lamented and muttered, "Now can you make hundreds of birds lose their singing? Oh! This is not a good thing!"

"Wo!" The white light gradually appeared, and it was another shining bird!

It is also a crow, but the feathers on the surface of the body are very different. The ordinary crow is black, but this one is pure white, as if it is not mixed with a trace of miscellaneous color - of course, even if there is a miscellaneous color, it will be burned by the scorching smell on its body!

This is beyond the scope of firepower. Zhang Zixuan even saw that the space around her was burned into a dark and empty appearance. This is a sign of space distortion, and it is enough to show that its firepower has reached an incredible situation...

"What the hell is this?" Zhang Zixuan was so knowledgeable, but this strange monster still made him a little panicked.

Only by knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can you be defeated. This is the strategic policy that Zhang Zixuan has always implemented. It's just that this time, in the face of this divine bird, I have completely lost the self-confidence of being indifferent and strategizing.

Because he has never seen this big white bird at all, and he has never even heard of it!

"Are you the one she sent to kill me?" Unexpectedly, this white crow spit out and took the lead in asking Zhang Zixuan.

Zhang Zixuan is happy. Communication is equivalent to wisdom. As long as there is wisdom, it represents some talk. It's better to meet an opponent of a genius than a reckless man who doesn't think about anything - Xiucai can't say clearly when he meets a soldier.

"Who does your 'he' refer to?"

The flame on the white crow was a little higher, and the temperature increased a few times in an instant. He shouted angrily, "What's pretending to be stupid? If you dare to come here and can come here, you will certainly not be the gods and beasts of Sanshen Mountain! You must be the rescuer called by Tianzhao from the outside, right?

Huh? Does it know about Tianzhao Royal God? Oh! Tianzhao got the eight-foot mirror and eight-foot Qionggouyu from here. How could he not recognize it? However, looking at its posture, it seems to have a deep hatred with Tianzhao... Zhang Zixuan is a little interested: as long as there is a contradiction, it must be a conflict of interests. As for whether the conflict of interest can benefit oneself or not, it depends on what kind of contradiction it is.

Outside the Valley of the Eight Light Valley

"Baiyang eight black, white sun eight black... uh! Gollum..." Xuzuo poured himself a mouthful of liquor and had a hiccup.

Tianzhao Yushen frowned slightly and looked at the empty seat lying on the stone doing nothing. A nameless fire rose in his heart and said, "Why do you want to stay here?"

The virtual seat squinted his eyes and said frivolous: "Yeah? Did you drive this road? Did you move this mountain? Did you plant this stone too? Since it's neither, what do I have to do with you? Why can't you stand here while I can't lie here?"

"Humph!" Tianzhao God snorted coldly and said nothing more. It's just that her eyes always glanced vigilantly at the empty seat with lingering light.

"Boom!" The loud noise in the Valley of Light attracted the attention of Tianzhao and Xuzuo.

"It's out!" The virtual seat half sat up from the top of the stone, and the red robe swayed with the wind: "Haha, it's really cool in the cold wind - do you want to come and have a try? The wind on this stone is very cool!"

The face of Tianzhao God's face was blue for a while, purple for a while, cloudy and sunny, unpredictable.

"Don't do this! You see, there has never been such a wind in the Valley of thousands of years. It's very comfortable!"

"If you want to scrape, you can scrape by yourself!" The god of Tianzhao turned around and walked outside.

"Huh? Don't you wait for him to catch three crows?" Xuzuo asked with a surprised face, "I give up halfway. It's not like your style!" There is nothing interesting about the Tianzhao Temple. It's better to accompany me here!"

"The result I'm waiting for has arrived." Tianzhao said without looking back.

"Yes! Anyway... Which of them dies is a happy event for you!" The virtual seat smiled and lay back on the stone, still muttering: "Well, this gust of wind is really cool!" Not bad, not bad..."