214, evil white wings

That's called scum. What's my name?

The golden Xuanqi Xie Jin, who was stimulated by Han Jing, really wanted to roar. He really didn't like it. After so many years of hard work, he simply wasted time on the dog.

"Deputy Lord, take the liberty to ask, how old are you this year?"

"Are you going to give a birthday gift? You can only talk about it when there is a gift."

Answering by the way, Han Jing took the thunder gun here and stabbed there, as if she were looking for some secret way.

Unexpectedly, Han Jing asked this question. The golden Xuanqi suddenly flashed and said, "There is a gift. My granddaughter is 11 years old this year. Can I give it to you as a personal maidservant as a birthday gift?"

"This can also be used as a birthday gift. At the age of 11, you gave her as a maidservant. You are really cruel." Han Jing frowned.

"Hey, isn't this giving it to you as a maidservant? You have always taken good care of your own people, and let her follow you. Don't you think she is a little promising under your care."

"Oh, that's what I think. It's also the kind of old man who overs sons and daughters. If you don't care about your granddaughter, you will give her as a gift!" Han Jing was relieved and readily agreed to accept the little girl named Xie Yuwei.

The magma stopped surging here and seems to have entered a dormant period.

Han Jing's search did not have any results and decided to enter the magma, which was opposed by Xie Jin.

"You can't take this risk. I can't even stand the high temperature in the magma."

"So, don't follow me. I have an ice sword to protect my body."

"No, Vice Lord, you can't go down."

"The slag of the white wing escaped into the magma. I think this may be a magic array. If you find a way out, you can find his hiding place and find the people of our cold family."

"This is too risky."

"How can you get a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den!"

She did not give Xie Jin a chance to continue to persuade, and Han Jing stimulated the sword spirit of the ice soul sword to form a shield and fly straight down the magma.

In the blazing magma, there is a shield formed by ice soul sword and sword spirit, and Han Jing also deeply experienced the feeling of burning her body. However, she did not increase the sword gas output to improve the strength of the shield.

After all, she doesn't know what's going on under the magma. She can save her life in a critical moment by preserving a little more strength.

The buoyancy in the magma is quite large. If Han Jing does not take the initiative to dive, her body will float on the almost static magma surface.

Dive almost 100 meters in the magma, and the temperature is so high that the sword gas shield turns into red iron, but the sword gas shield shows no sign of damage except for a slight rippling, so Han Jing still does not increase the output of sword gas and resists the burning high temperature.

The skin quickly lost water and was on the verge of dryness. When Han Jing felt unbearable, the ice sword touched a layer of extremely elastic energy cover. Sure enough, there is no other universe under the magma!

She was overjoyed, and she didn't care whether her skin would crack like arid land and stabbed it with a fierce sword. It is worthy of being a peerless murderer. The ice sword broke the energy mask that can completely block the magma with one sword.

The energy mask has the ability to repair independently, and Han Jing went through the hood with a sword and repaired it as before. And she fell on the green grass in the energy mask.

In front of you is an infinite green grassland, and the drooping white clouds are as fluffy as cotton balls. Under the white clouds, a jade-like river winding through the grassland, and the reflection of white clouds is clearly printed on the surface of the water. There are sporadic mysterious beasts drinking water by the river.

It's so quiet here that you can clearly hear the sound of the wind passing by the tip of the grass.

In this quiet environment, Han Jing almost couldn't remember that she came here through the magma lake.

"Binger, soul, do you know what the hell this is?" Han Jing asked a nerve-wracking question.

Pier only snorted coldly, and Binger floated out of the sword body and looked curiously and said firmly, "I know."

"Then tell me where it is?"

"Fantasy is a fantasy sealed with a formation under the V of God Fort."

"Puff, Binger, are you playing with your sister?"

"No, sister, I'm serious." Binger said aggrievedly that her eyelashes were stained with tears.

"Okay, my sister said something wrong. Binger didn't play with her sister. She was a little stupid. Hey, I know the boy must be thinking so. However, my sister ignored it. Han Jing said with a happy smile.

Por is depressed: "Hey, I've provoked you!"

"The child who didn't call his sister is not good, and he still ignores his sister. Of course, he is just provoking his sister."

"You are inexplicable."

"Hey, sister, this is called playing the pipa under the yellow lotus tree." Han Jing laughed at herself. Laugh, no matter how bad the situation is, laugh. Even if you laugh like a plate of cabbage that doesn't sell, it makes people feel that they are laughing! She told herself this.

For a 15-year-old girl, Han Jing is very strong. Her idea was inspired by the sword, and the anger disappeared. Binger tried her best not to cry.

"Whoever bullies you, kill him." It is rare for her to take the initiative to speak, and her tone is not always stiff.

"I like the sky and the clouds. Therefore, I want to fly to the sky above the clouds to leave an image. Without taking over the words, Han Jing looked at the sky intoxicated and muttered, "When I was a child, I was obsessed with flying into the clouds, so I practiced light body skills so hard and progressed so fast. All my efforts are for my dream. The dream of flying into the clouds when I was a child has never changed.

For Binger and Soul, they are not young. The memories of childhood have been erased, but they still listen to Han Jing carefully.

"With the whole world in your vision, you can reach the place you want to go." At this time, Han Jingchao also appeared outside the sword and said with a smile, "I don't need to worry about who bullied me. It's enough for me to let him know that I can't reach the height I can reach and make him have to look up to me."

Bing'er and Po'er didn't talk, because they knew that Han Jing was actually telling themselves. Her heart was bound. Oh, she was once bound and hurt, and now she let her heart fly again.

After saying that, Han Jing seemed to have put down the heavy burden, and her whole body was as light as feathers to float with the wind.

"Let's go! Binger, Poer, let's go to save the relatives of the Han family!" Han Jing waved her sword and shouted vigorously like a general commanding thousands of troops and horses.

Somewhere, the white wings that completely melted the two souls with all my memories, staring at the cold ice sword with those greedy eyes.

"This sword is mine, and this woman is also my slave. The world will be trampled under my feet!"

He shouted and trembled with excitement like a sheep.

Less than 100 meters away from the white wing, there were the children of the cold family and the ancient Xuan family, but not all the people in the Xuan Temple.

These people lying on the ground were burned by magma.

White Wing, who returned to normal from excitement, stared at the ground and said strangely, "Choose, surrender or die!"

Those who looked like dead began to twitch, and then jumped up one after another like zombies and stood facing the white wings.

This scene is a bit like performing some evil ritual, which is incompatible with the refreshing environment.

The two sword spirits of the ice soul sword quickly sensed the unusual breath of heaven and earth, guiding Han Jing to quickly approach here.

There is no sense of direction, no signs, and I don't know how far she has run. Han Jing runs wildly according to the guidance of the sword spirit. When she approached, Bai Yi had already condensed into a gray fog to envelop those who were more like zombies than living people.

The evil spirit corrodes the bodies of these people, and their skin forms gray armor, like a group of ghost warriors that only exists in ancient legends.

If the evil spirit condenses the flesh and blood of the whole body into gray armor to wrap their skeleton, even if God comes, it can't save them.

At the critical moment, Han Jing shot like a flash of lightning from far to near.

"Damn it, why did this stupid woman come here so soon!" White Wing shouted anxiously.

In another half an hour, he will hold the evil soul sacrifice that existed in ancient times, and turn the blood of the children of these ancient Xuan families into nutrients to nourish his body. Their souls become part of his soul after completing the contract with him, and their skeletons covered with gray armor become his immortal warriors.

Obviously, this soul sacrifice is about to be interrupted! Because Han Jing, who has an ice soul sword, can kill him - it's not that he hid quickly just now that he would be killed by her on the magma lake.

In an eagerness, Bai Yi threatened viciously, "Han Jing, if you dare to come over, I will ask your Han family to blow themselves up collectively!"

"If I don't come, they will die tragically in your hands, idiot!" When Han Jing answered, her body did not stop, and the ice soul sword was thrown out of her hand, letting the sword spirit manipulate the sword body to shoot at the white wing.

I really didn't expect that Han Jing did it directly. Queen Bai Yicang retreated and scolded while avoiding the pursuit of the ice soul sword: "Han Jing, you are crazy. How dare to do it!"

She raised her hand and pulled out an ice-blue Xuanli curtain to cover all those who lost control of their white wings. Han Jing believed that Bing Xuanli could prevent their injury from worsening - although she didn't understand whether their gray armor was a wound or not.

When the ice sword caught up with the white wing and wanted to pierce the brain with a sword, he shouted, "I surrender!"

To untie the bell still needs to be tied. Han Jing doesn't know whether those people's gray armor is poisonous or other evil energy, and she doesn't dare to really kill the white wings. The ice sword touched his forehead and could open his head with a slight touch.

Cold sweat rolled down on his forehead, and the white wing said in an astringent voice, "I have a condition."

"Do you dare to negotiate with me?" Han Jing smiled sweetly, her smile did not reach her eyes, and a cold fog dispersed from her body.

I had a chill. I don't know whether it was the cold fog on Han Jing's body or the cold fog on Han Jing's body. Bai Yi's voice trembled a little but insisted: "You must agree to my terms."