010 If ice is prohibited

Time was used up little by little, and the narcissus walked faster and faster, and the nine-leaf green lotus heart in Yang Zifan's house also spontaneously turned faster and faster. The outermost flower and leaf where the flowers and leaves closed were closed could clearly see that they were about to open, and a trace of airflow slightly lighter than the true colors around them was from the open gap from time to time. The overflow turned into small bubbles and dissipated in the purple house.

This place is located in the far north of China. At present, it is the summer solstice. The sun in the sky has always remained above sea level, creating a magical polar day phenomenon.

In the clear sky, white clouds float, but they look strangely high.

Far away in the Qianxun Peak in the Zhongzhou section of China, the sky has darkened slightly. Long Xiaofeng woke up from his practice, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out. Suddenly, his left hand looked up, and there was a faint image of wind and thunder. The next moment, the body was already in mid-air, turning into a dazzling light and crashing into the cover.

The whole water mask shook violently as if it had been hit hard, and the color was a little weaker. When the sky's dragon whistling wind was deadlocked for a while, he flew down and continued to close his eyes cross-legged to prepare for the next breakthrough.

This is the third time he has broken through the water spirit mask. If he is sure that he can make a breakthrough in a state full of cultivation, it is a pity that he will have to adjust his breath in the fairyland for at least a month, let alone in this mortal world without fairy spirit.

At this time, Long Xiaofeng was running the Yaoyang formula with all his strength. The fairy baby's hand pinching formula in the purple mansion quickly converted the unique vitality into the fairy spirit. The ordinary imperceptible vitality was driven by his fairy formula and rushed into his body desperately.

In the distance, it seems that the dragon whistling wind is surrounded by a whirlwind. The whirlwind seems to cover the whole mountain, and it is also expanding. As soon as the flowers and plants on the mountain are wrapped in the original bright colors, it suddenly faded much.

If such an act of forcibly extracting vitality is absolutely impossible at ordinary times, the root of pursuing the way of heaven is to walk with heaven and earth and harmonize everything. Now his behavior is completely opposite, and such consequences may have a great impact on future cultivation.

However, Long Xiaofeng has no time to think about the life-threatening problems at this time. He can only take this strategy. Every time he accumulates a certain skill, he rises up and slowly consumes this prohibition.

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In the far north, the water fairy's eyebrows jumped and felt the action made by the dragon whistling wind water spirit mask on Qianxun Peak. Knowing that it seemed to be so exhausting, the time for the dragon whistling wind to break the ban may be earlier than expected. Looking at Yang Zifan, who was sitting on the ice and still practicing leisurely, he was angry and slapped him with a little fairy power in his hand.

"Bang!" This slap was firmly thrown on Yang Zifan's face, and Yang Zifan was suddenly rolled twice. His face was hot and his mind was in chaos.

The water fairy stood beside him and spit at him and said, "Don't think you can't do anything about it. As long as you have a breath and the green lotus in the purple house in your body is still there, that is the best evidence of the cultivation of the mortal book of heaven. At that time, you and Long Xiaofeng will die. If you cooperate, I can protect you from not dying. After all, you are just a small mortal and I have no hatred.

Yang Zifan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, gave a vicious look at the water fairy and shouted, "I don't know, I don't know."

The water fairy was stared at by his eyes, and somehow his scalp was numb, and those eyes seemed to really stare him to death. He raised his hand and slapped again, but when he came to the air, he came back and thought of a more sinister way. He looked at Yang Zifan with a smile: "You asked for it yourself. Don't blame me."

Before Yang Zifan could react again, he grabbed Yang Zifan in his hand and pointed it at his Dantian. A strange airflow rushed into Yang Zifan's body. Yang Zifan seemed to fall into an ice hole and turned blue with cold. The airflow filed in, and in an instant, it turned into a strong ice tentacle, and slowly climbed to the heart of the nine-leaf green lotus.

Every inch, Yang Zifan felt cold, and there seemed to be a lot missing things in his mind. A kind of emptiness was afraid of encroaching on his nerves. The water fairy said with an evil smile, "How does it taste?

Yang Zifan clenched his teeth and stared at the water fairy fiercely without saying a word. The blue veins on his face were exposed and sweating like rain, but immediately turned into small ice grains.

He will always remember what the water fairy did to him at this time. The evil smile, arrogant, is deeply engraved in my heart. In his life, Yang Zifan will never forget this moment and forget the first person to attack him. Although he doesn't understand now, he will eventually understand what is in his mind at this moment.

His fists were tightly clenched, and there was a vague illusion in his eyes. The water fairy laughed and relieved his hatred. For a moment, Yang Zifan in his eyes turned into a dragon roar.

He glared angrily, and the strength in his hand increased a lot. I don't know where he had forgotten the previous scale.

Yang Zifan struggled in pain, and his open eyes slowly closed, and his mind had already been in a state of death. Jiuye Qinglian's heart, which was covered with ice in Zifu, felt Yang Zifan's pain. Suddenly, it suddenly shook and turned violently. Suddenly, a strong and thick blue light burst out. The light instantly expanded out, unexpectedly and bright.

The hydrian shouted in pain and was hit back more than three steps by the unpredicted blue light. There was a hot pain in her hand. She raised her hand and found that she was scorched black on her palm. Looking at Yang Zifan, who had taken back from his body and fell to the ground with a surprised face.

In surprise, he recalled that the blue light that suddenly appeared in his body was clearly a strange flame, and he could easily break through his body protection spirit. He had never thought that a mortal monk with only cultivated in the spiritual virtual period could hurt himself.

"Has this child really become a must-death book?"

The water fairy began to face this problem for the first time. All the performances can only have such an explanation. The thing that seems to be a cyan fog is actually a cyan flame can actually burn out its own protective fairy spirit, which may be difficult for even by ordinary natural fire.

Yang Zifan, who fell to the ground, gasped and tried to make his body less painful. He also felt the heat at that moment, which was obviously a kind of flame, a kind of cyan flame that could hurt the fairy.

This is undoubtedly the greatest proof of the ability of mortal books.

The water fairy secretly transported his weak daffodil spirit. The light blue light slowly flowed in the palm of the hand. The wound healed rapidly, and the muscles grew rapidly. In less than two seconds, it had scabed and scabed back to its previous appearance. When he saw the situation of Yang Zifan's Qinglian at this time, he was much relieved. He approached step by step and said coldly, "Although I don't know how you did it, it's useless to struggle with my Ruobing ban.