Chapter 127 Save the Beautiful Ice

rumbling~

The ground shook like thunder. A mysterious man with his whole body covered under the black cloak appeared in the crumbling mine, and the resentment in the No. 10 mine suddenly fell silent.

"Soul Return~"

The man's majestic voice in the cloak was like gold and stone, sweeping away the fallen leaves in the mine. Everyone knew that there was a peerless master here.

With the cry of the mysterious man, all the grievances trembled and condensed into a black cloud and floated to the confluence point of the sound. The soul struggled a few times and was immediately sucked into the black cloud.

"Woo~woo~"

As the sharp whimpers disappeared, the mine regained calm and was fearingly quiet.

Many contestants were buried alive with the collapse of the mine, and the originator was standing in the sea of corpses.

Suddenly, the cloak man in his black robe agitated, and his two sharp eyes threw on the other side of the sea of corpses and said, "Who are you?"

"Ugly Dragon."

The sound of the vicissitudes of life immediately broke through the void and resounded through the sea of corpses, and a kind of "Tao" filled it.

"Dilun."

The cloaked man thought for a moment and stared at the ugly dragon, an ancient costume old man who came out of the void, and said, "I haven't heard of it. You are very strong."

The ugly dragon pinched his beard and said with a smile, "Each other."

"What happened?"

"It's nothing, I only want to protect one person." The ugly dragon's old hand pointed to the place where the grass was cold, and even the man in the cloak in his eyes couldn't help admiring it. His heart was as strong as a rock.

"But." The cloaked man answered in a low voice, and then stared at the black clouds appearing above the sea of corpses.

After receiving the reply from the cloaked man, the figure of the ugly dragon slowly faded away and finally disappeared into the void.

At this time, the black clouds condensed by resentment rose up in the sea of corpses, rolling heavy smoke waves, and roared fiercely at the cloaked man from time to time.

rumbling~rumbling~

The resentment keeps accumulating and accumulating, as if there is something pregnant. In the blink of an eye, the black clouds are condensed into one-tenth of the original.

"Poutong~Poutong~"

"Zi Yutian, I didn't expect that you would agree to his request. Isn't it your style to look at people? How can you agree to his request?" A black dragon head suddenly appeared next to the cloak man, the head of a western dragon, opening its big mouth, and the dragon roared, "Isn't this the picture you put [locked soul prison] five years ago? In ten minutes, it will be born, and food is indispensable. ."

"Hili, you will go to the demon realm." The man in the cloak frowned and said angrily.

"Ha ha... In the past, you ate me to death, which made me look at your face carefully every day and dare not disobey your wishes, but now don't forget that my strength is not damaged at all, and you are not as good as before. Don't scare me."

The cloak man suddenly put his hand into his arms and took out a small black transparent ball. In the middle of the ball lay a black western dragon that had been reduced many times. It was exactly the same as the dragon talking to the cloak man, but the dragon in the black ball was asleep.

"Demon Soul!"

The dragon looked at Dilun with a frightened face and said in panic, "Impossible... Impossible... How can my demon soul be in your hands..."

"Huh! Go back." Dilun took the black ball back into his arms and stared at the black cloud. Finally, he said coldly, "I'm called Dilun now. Don't call me Zicheng Tian in front of others."

The dragon's claws stretched out from the demon realm immediately took them back, and his eyes shot out strong resentment, unwillingly disappeared into the sea of corpses.

"Next time, I will eat your demon soul."

Dilun's voice went straight through the demon realm, which shocked the dragon in the demon realm with the dragon's scales shaking and standing upside down.

The acquired demon spirit has a spiritual core, demon soul, and the heart of the source of the soul, and the acquired demon spirit will remain in a demon*-demon realm. Only when its master summons it can it leave the demon realm. There are only two possibilities for the dragon to appear on the material plane (Fengyan Continent) without being summoned by its master. First, the demon spirit is so powerful. It can tear apart the demon realm and open wormholes leading to the material plane. Second, sign an equal contract.

"Hmm! That man was so strong just now! Even if you are in the peak realm, you can't defeat him. How can I be his opponent? It's not so much that he wants me as he wants him." Dilun's heart to look at the direction of the ugly dragon's disappearance. Dilun knew that the ugly dragon was disdain to fight with himself. For the first time in many years, Dilun (Zi Zhentian) was Ignore it, and you can't be angry at all, let alone grievances.

"Let's go! This place should not stay for a long time." The ugly dragon god appeared behind the cold grass and urged him.

"Huh? Isn't that man so scary?" Cao Han patted his chest deeply and was almost scared to death by the ugly dragon.

"The man, not strong or weak, was scared away by me." The ugly dragon's vicissitudes of life was slightly embarrassed, and he was a little decadent and helpless.

Since the seven points of the divine body, the ugly dragon will have a low strength every nine days, a reincarnation every nine days, and the next day is his trough, and his strength is not one.

However, the momentum will not diminish, or the ugly dragon can't hide it from Dilun. Although the real dragon is old, the remaining power is there.

"But it's not going to be killed when you go out. Mark is not easy to talk to each other." Cao Han stared at the ugly dragon and sighed how the master had changed.

"Idiot! That boy recognizes cards and doesn't recognize people. Isn't it enough to pick up 30 number cards!" The ugly dragon is worthy of being a first-class figure in the old goblin, and he didn't want to solve the problem without thinking about it.

"Yes!", he slapped his thigh and didn't need to urge the ugly dragon. Cao Hanshen immediately searched along the way and put away the number plates of those unlucky ghosts who were killed by resentment and crushed by the mine.

There were many people who acted in the same way as Cao Hanshen, but more fled along the gap in the mine. The collapse of the mine killed not only the contestants, but also many of Mark's men.

The idea of the escaped person is nothing more than to rely on the prison cow, so there are two ways to live. Instead of cruelly tearing it up, it is better to fight for Mark in the end than the prison cow. The prison cow is much better than Mark, which is the unanimous idea of all the miners in the mine kiln.

"Congratulations, lucky kid."

When Cao Hanshen walked out of the No. 10 mine with 36 number plates, a slave soldier immediately leaned up and said enviously.

I just don't know whether what he said about luck refers to the 36 number plates buried in the soil that has not collapsed, or both.

"Oh! Here comes another, really good number, 23!"

A dirty silver-clothed fighting slave said to Cao Hanshen, and the envy and jealousy in his words were obvious.

"Mo Zan, shut your stinky mouth." A gold-clothed fighter who was half kneeling on the ground said in a cold voice, staring at the silver-clothed fighter named Mo Zhe coldly.

"Humph!", he stared angrily. Mo Zha curled his lips happily and secretly praised, "You deserve it."

It took a few steps to see that the golden-clothed slave was holding a woman, an injured silver-clothed slave. Because the woman was covered with dust, Cao Han couldn't see her face clearly, but his intuition told himself that she was a beautiful woman.

"Binger, Binger, you have to hold on, and the eldest brother will definitely save you." The golden-clothed fighter said with a slightly crying and sad voice.

Cao Hanshen also saw that the man in gold pressed her abdomen with blood, mixed with a little dirt.

"Brother Shuhan, you, you don't have to be sad... Binger is so happy... I miss my father too..." The more the woman named Binger said, the more angry she became, and her face was fearingly white. I guess she couldn't stand it for a moment.

"Hee hee!" Mo Zang covered his mouth and let out a suppressed low laugh.

frowned, Cao Han stared at Mo Zang with deep contempt and said to the man named Shu Han, "If you don't want her to die faster, don't get the soil to the wound, and are you stopping the bleeding? Press hard."

Shu Han was stunned, immediately took his hand away, then tore a piece of cloth from his body, wiped off the soil near the ice wound, and then began to press hard on the ice wound with a clean cloth grid.

"Well."

Bing'er screamed for a moment. Shu Han heard it and hesitated slightly and did not reduce his strength, because Bing'er didn't shed much blood.

"Little kid, don't worry too much and be careful of your little life." Mo Zang said in a hurry when he saw that the blood was stopped.

"Mo Zang!" Shu Han stared at Mo Zang awe-inspiringly.

"In terms of strength, you and I are only a line of difference. If you don't have this bitch, what are you dragging..."

"If it goes on like this, she will still die." Cao Han raised his eyebrows and was indifferent to their dispute. He immediately found a raised stone and sat on it and said indifferently.

"Alas, I deserve to talk more." Cao Han shook his head helplessly, and Shu Han's eager eyes made Cao Han deeply panic.

Put your hand into your arms, and the grass cold's deep mind moved. A bottle of hemostasis, a small bag of cotton and a roll of gauze appeared in his hand. He walked slowly to Shu Han. Cao Han deeply stretched out his hands and said, "Stop the bleeding and sprinkled on the wound. Apply cotton to the wound first, and then wrap it with gauze."

Every time he said the same, Cao Hanshen would move and let him know how to use it. After thinking about it, Cao Hanshen took apart the cotton and gauze for demonstration.

Mo Zang wanted to stop it, but it can be seen that several of the 23 people stood behind Shu Han, and Mo Zang put the steps together.

They were all intentional pursuers of Binger. They thought she was going to die, so they selectively ignored Mo Zang's previous actions. Now that they are saved, why don't you come out and leave a deep impression on the goddess?

They are not impressed, but quite profound, but on the contrary, Shu Han will definitely thank them for sending charcoal in the snow, rather than the current indifference.

They think that indifference is against the ink, or their personality will definitely return.

"Child... er... benefactor... medicine, can you give me medicine?" Shu Han looks at Cao Han's deep right hand with a little worry, and the cotton gauze on his right hand is full of eagerness in his eyes.

The dark grass cold immediately came to his senses and looked at his right hand exposed from the tattered sleeves. The grass cold deep was first doubtful, and then his eyes became more and more frightened.

"Ah~"

Grass Hanshen suddenly hugged his head in pain, and his body trembled, "Take it...Take it..."

The sound was squeezed out of his mouth with difficulty, and in the end it was almost roaring.

"Thank you very much, I owe you a life." Shu Han quickly picked up the thing that fell on the ground and thanked him crazily. Although he wanted to say something, there was no way to say why Cao Han suddenly looked at his hand and shouted in pain. Shu Han knew nothing about it and had to leave a thank you.

Then Shu Han hugged the ice and disappeared into everyone's eyes, leaving a painful face.

(It's the Spring Festival, let's have a holiday soon. I can't wait.)