Chapter 342 Breaking the Cold 8

However, Luo Zhen turned to think that these nine soul beads are used by the underworld monks to speed up the speed of cultivation. However, the underworld monks are all the underworld power of cultivation. Now he relies on the thunder power in the five elements of thunder beads and the power of the ancient gods in the imprint of the ancient god to respond to the enemy, which is useless for him!

Perhaps, only the underworld monks will pay so much attention to these nine soul beads!

Thinking of this, Luo Zhen's heart moved and suddenly thought of a person, Su Muzhen.

Su Muzhen is a monk in the underworld. If she has these nine soul beads to help her practice, she will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. However, since the last time she was in Juxian Villa, she brought the news of the underworld cliff, and she has never seen it since that separation. I don't know if she is in the underworld now.

Luo Zhen said in his heart: When I see her again next time, I can't prevent you from giving her this nine soul beads!

With a turn of his palm, the nine soul beads were once again taken back by Luo Zhen.

"Now I can go!" Ba Lao'er said timidly.

Luo Zhen waved his hand and said, "Get out of here! By the way, go back and tell Zhou Hongyue, and say what she wants. Now it's in my hand. If you want it, ask her to pick it up by herself!"

Ba Laoer nodded repeatedly and did not hesitate at the moment. As soon as he pinched the seal in his hand, the black piece suddenly surged up, and his face was suddenly much paler. It must be that this stimulated the black cloud and consumed a lot of his natural power. It would take a lot of time to recover.

After Ba Lao Er rolled black clouds and left, Luo Zhen cleaned up his mood. His figure moved, stimulated the art of thunder escape, and ran away in the direction of Ye Mengyu.

When Bingyun saw Luo Zhen coming, he immediately greeted him and said, "How's it going?"

Luo Zhen clapped his hands and said easily, "It's all solved!"

At this time, the dying Ye Mengyu suddenly opened his eyes and said in a weak voice, "Where's my sister! Is she all right?"

Luo Zhen was about to open his mouth when he saw a figure flying away and said, "I'm fine, it's okay!" How are you doing now?" It's Ye Mengling.

Ye Mengyu's eyes moved and looked at Ye Mengling. Seeing that she was standing in front of her in a good way, she smiled at the corners of her mouth. She wanted to say something, but she coughed violently. On her lips, it was like a layer of frost, and her face was also shrouded in cold.

Ye Mengling rushed over, held Ye Mengyu's back and said, "Don't talk first. We have arrived at the treasure hall, and you will be fine soon. I will definitely help you get rid of the cold air in your body.

"Well, I believe in my sister!" Ye Mengyu finally stopped coughing, smiled softly, and said feebly.

Ye Mengling's eyes were already covered with a layer of hazy tears. Her small nose was gently **, and she couldn't help it anymore. Two crystal tears rolled down along her smooth cheeks and fell on Ye Mengyu's face, but they were frozen into two ice beads in an instant.

Ye Mengyu slowly stretched out her hand and wiped off Ye Mengling's tears, but she really didn't have any strength. The two tears couldn't be wiped clean. She smiled gently and said, "Sister, why are you crying!"

Ye Mengling wiped the tears by herself and said, "It's okay. If the cold air in your body is removed, you don't have to suffer from the cold pulse anymore. My sister is happy for you!" After saying that, Ye Mengling cast a look at Luo Zhen for help.

Luo Zhen knew that in the Fantasy Hall, the artifact had already said that the Zhongpin fairy artifact "Juhan" had been refined for a long time. It can be said that there was no last glimmer of hope. However, Luo Zhen still stepped forward and sacrificed a little power of the ancient god in her body and crossed into Ye Mengyu's body. After the power of the ancient god entered Ye Mengyu's body, it was like a fire, flowing through several main meridians in her body, slightly melting the main veins that were almost frozen and blocked.

However, Ye Mengyu's face was still so pale, and there was no improvement at all.

Luo Zhen could only shake his head helplessly. Through his divine consciousness, he secretly sent a voice to Ye Mengling: "There's nothing I can do!"

After Ye Mengling heard Luo Zhen's divine voice, the whole body trembled gently and seemed to be frozen.

Suddenly, a weak voice came from Luo Zhen's knowledge house: "If you want to save the little girl, there is no way!"

"How to save it?" Luo Zhen subconsciously asked in his heart.

"Naturally, it is to use the 'Fantasy Hall' to save it!"

Luo Zhen just focused on asking how to save Ye Mengyu. At this time, he remembered the source of this voice, but when he turned his mind, he roughly understood it.

It turned out that this sound was made by the spirit of the magic hall.

Luo Zhen had previously thought that the artifact of the magic hall had been killed by Feng Zheng, the general of the ancient demon, but he didn't expect that he had escaped the disaster.

Luo Zhen's heart moved, and then communicated with the divine consciousness and the spirit. He said, "You mean, using the spiritual treasure hall, you can drive out the cold air in her body?"

"It's just a cold atmosphere. Even if there is an eternal cold air in her body, she can use the magic hall to force her out. You know, the Fantasy Hall can even refine medium-quality fairy weapons like 'Juhan'. If it can't solve this small cold atmosphere, isn't it a joke?

Luo Zhen was overjoyed and said, "Then tell me how to do it."

The spirit of the spiritual hall is not ambiguous. At present, it is said how to operate the spiritual hall and how to drive out the cold air.

Luo Zhen nodded secretly and wrote down one by one. He took a look at Ye Mengling and said, "Your sister is saved."

"Really?" Ye Mengling suddenly woke up in a dream and exclaimed.

Luo Zhen did not answer. He turned around for a week and said, "Let's find a more hidden place first!" After saying that, the figure moved and directly went to the sky. Looking at it, he found that there were several snow peaks not far away. Between the snow peaks, a huge peak gorge was formed. Without saying a word, Luo Zhen galloped directly towards the peak gorge.

Bing Yun said to Ye Mengling, "Do you need my help?" The pain of the magic fire in her body has been removed. Naturally, she doesn't hate Ye Mengling and Ye Mengyu's two sisters so much. In fact, she doesn't hate them. She just has some prejudice against the Holy Ice Palace.

Ye Mengling shook her head and said, "No!" After saying that, the figure moved and jumped in the direction of Luo Zhen Dun with Ye Mengyu.

Bingyun was in place and was a little stunned. He didn't know what he was thinking. Then he sighed, and his figure moved and chased after him tightly.

Luo Zhen took the lead in the peaks and gorges between the snowy peaks, explored them with divine knowledge, but did not find any dangerous abnormalities, and then arranged a few ordinary arrays.

At this moment, Ye Mengling had already come over with Ye Mengyu. Before long, the ice cloud also arrived.

Luo Zhen said, "You two protect the array for me!"

Ye Mengling and Bingyun both nodded.

Ye Mengling put down Ye Mengyu against an ice wall, then looked at him reluctantly and slowly retreated.

Luo Zhen slowly followed Ye Mengyu and found that Ye Mengyu's current state was extremely bad. On her lips, eyelids, and hair, a layer of frost condensed. The whole person is like an ice sculpture, and I can hardly feel the slightest vitality.

It should not be too late. Luo Zhen thought of this, and now he no longer hesitated. As soon as his consciousness moved, an object the size of a palm came out of his knowledge.

The palm-sized object is the spiritual hall after shrinking. Now under the control of Luo Zhen, it slowly flies to the air as high as the top of Luo Zhen's head, and slowly floats in the air.

Luo Zhen's mind moved, and a trace of ancient god power suddenly gushed out from the air sea Dantian.

There is really only a trace of the power of the ancient gods. Luo Zhen does not have the imprint of the ancient gods now, so the power of the ancient gods in the Qihai Dantian is almost exhausted. It took him a lot of effort to condense the power of the ancient gods.

However, although it is only a trace of the power of the ancient gods, it is enough to use the spiritual treasure hall to drive away the cold air in Ye Mengyu's body. In fact, what the instrumental spirit said to him was not to expel the cold qi in Ye Mengyu's body, but to refine the cold qi in Ye Mengyu's body, just like refining the "giant cold" of the immortal weapon.

The power of the ancient god, under the careful control of Luo Zhen, turned into a streamer and directly disappeared into the palm-sized spiritual hall in front of Luo Zhen. Suddenly, a circle of light golden light surged from the foundation of the spiritual hall.

And in the pocket fantasy hall, it seemed that something had been awakened, and a white light shot directly from the magic hall.

Luo Zhen's hands were fast-eyed, and his consciousness and figure moved almost at the same time, and directly took the white light into his hand.

When he got the ice cold, he seemed to hold a piece of ten thousand years of cold iron in his hand. If Luo Zhen hadn't sacrificed the power of purple thunder and protected his palm, he would have been frostbitten by the white light.

Luo Zhen felt that the white light was struggling desperately in his palm, as if he wanted to escape from the palm of his hand. However, Luo Zhen's palm was like an iron pliers, which was unbreakable.

Finally, the white light in Luo Zhen's hand gradually calmed down.

Luo Zhen slowly stretched out his fingers.

The white light, not dazzling, emanated from Luo Zhen's palm, covering the range of miles around him.

And the cold meaning also seemed to disappear in an instant. Instead, it is a kind of warmth. This warmth is like the first wisp of spring breeze after winter.

Within the range of this white light, all the ice and snow began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, making the sound of dripping water.

Luo Zhen stared at the white light in the palm of his hand, squirming slowly in the palm of his hand. Luo Zhen, on the other hand, walked slowly and walked towards Ye Mengyu with a solemn face.