Chapter 506: Hail

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That thing.
At the thought of the surviving existence of the fierce name, Lao Liao and Lin Luoran both guessed that "storm" is Chiyou, but they are not willing to speak up, using "things" instead, as if they were called to break their names, what would be disturbing? general.
The "resurrection" of this kind of thing is also a sorcerer in the eyes of the self-cultivating people who are fighting against the sky.
The monks will be reinvented and rehabilitated. They will regain their lives. These two situations are not common. There are precedents in the realm of comprehension. Only when there is a "resurrection", thinking about it is also uncomfortable.
"Resurrection" is not uncommon. The zombies in Chinese folklore are buried in the shadow of the mortal after the death of the mortal. The corpse has survived and become a monster that lives on the blood of livestock and humans.
Of course, there is no shortage of wisdom in the advanced zombies, but it is never equal to the one who was buried in the soil before.
If the "blizzard" in the temple is really Chiyou... Lin Luoran does not mind whether the ancient fierce gods are going to be resurrected, but the price of the "storm" resurrection is to turn the green hill into a snow world, and even spread it to the earth. If you are, Lin Luoran can't sit still.
More importantly, the "storm" is still holding the meat ticket of Xiaoqinghu, perhaps with a blundering Baojia?
Gathered all the empty space in the Qingqiu world. Staying in such a place for more than a moment, her nourishment of knowing the sea is obvious, but such a good healing sanctuary can not stay for a long time. Lin Luoran feels like a sweaty day at the moment, seeing a bowl of iced ebony soup, wanting to drink thirst, and death is not the same as the pain of physical pain.
"Go."
In addition to sighing fortunes, but also dry, see Lin Luoran are not afraid, the weight of the old Liao also lost some of his face, comfort Lin Luoran: "In fact, the situation is not so bad, really want to live, it does not mean Let's go to the mountainside."
Lin Luoran nodded, Lao Liao and her thoughts, just because they were panicked.
Lin Luoran had already lifted his foot and took it back. He murmured himself: "Is it too wasteful..."
What is wasted, of course, this "everything is empty" mountain! Since it is possible to build a soul, it is useful for white fairy, fire phoenix, silver fish, and wooden wolf. It is also a good material for alchemy, and there is no reason to waste it.
"Liao Shu, you said it knows we have arrived?"
Lao Liao really wants to deny his conscience. However, he and the "storm" have been photographed. It is not easy to escape from birth. With that ability, they have already penetrated the mountain, how can they completely avoid its ears?
Lin Luoran said to himself that he had taken out the flying sword and threw a few dozen cubic meters of empty space into the space.
Hey, don't take it, don't take it, or die in Qingqiu. If everyone goes alive, these good things are not earned!
A few of the space see the empty space, do not throw in the money, all eyes are scarlet, sizzling in the fire and throat, "good things, good things."
With so many tens of thousands of empty space, Huo Feng feels that the future is bright, and the fate is linked with Lin Luoran early, and he can’t take care of the Tibetan Mastiff. He turned into a "fire mirror" and saw the piles of tens of thousands of things outside the space. Carrying the air, the fire phoenix has drooled down in the drip - hate it's saliva is a small stream of fire, landing spontaneous combustion, burned Lin Luoran several medicine scorpions.
Seeing Lin Luoran wants to get angry, Huo Feng quickly shifts his attention and points to a certain direction in the fire mirror than the mouth.
Lin Luoran followed what he expected, and thought for a moment, and the gods quit the space.
Seeing Lin Luoran dug his eyes, Lao Liao touched the "exorcism" on the neck without any movement, but also was very dissatisfied with the current situation. It is a fool to be cheap and not a profit. The gongs of the gongs and Lin Luoran smashed a few pieces of Shangpin Lingshi inlaid, and the spirits were running under the copper cymbals, and the speed was a little faster than Lin Luoran.
The bronze gong is powered by Lingshi, and the person who uses it does not need to be repaired. It seems that someone has tailored it for Lao Liao. I don't know where his storage space is hidden, and the empty space is disappearing at the speed of being eaten by the old rats.
The two dug for a while, did not see anything unusual, Lin Luoran was very boring, and looked at the old Liao, they saw the helplessness in the other's eyes.
Is the "blizzard" too embarrassing, or is it that these ridiculed vacancies are not in the eye?
It can't be brought out at all.
The enemy is dark, and the feeling of being in the Ming is uncomfortable. The two have to be very wary and follow the stone steps of the small road.
Although it is easy to talk, it seems that the "blizzard" is not in the eye, in fact, in addition to the exorcism of the unclear effect, Lin Luoran is almost ready for all her killing ability.
Lao Liao, she is not too worried, the old blame is not known for years, can be in the crisis of the realm of the repairing realm, it is impossible to not press the life-saving means of the bottom of the box.
The ice peaks are towering, and Lin Luoran estimates that he has already reached halfway, and the path still does not know where to continue.
Baojia, who had entered the tunnel before them, still disappeared.
Lin Luoran’s heart is sad, and the more he sinks into the water.
"what."
Old Liao suddenly turned his head to the side, and Lin Luo could not help but stop.
despair. . despair. . despair. .
Is it a very rhythmic dripping sound?
She did not dare to relax in her heart, and her feet had accelerated with the old Liao. The sound of dripping water came from the northwest. When they arrived quickly, they found a gap like a ripple on the mountain wall. The cold ice water flowed out of the gap, dropping on the ground and causing an empty echo in the mountainside.
Lin Luoran knocked on the mountain wall with his hand, the sound was dull and unstable... It means that the side of the mountain wall is not solid, it is probably a shaking liquid.

Did we have been away for so long, not yet out of the ice lake range?

Old Liao is uncertain, "No?"
There is no magical array in the belly of the mountain. The two are not ordinary people. The tricks of ghosts hitting the wall can deceive them. The terrain has always been rising, and Lin Luoran firmly believes that they are going to the top of the mountain with a shortcut to the mountain. Is there no ice lake range?
Lin Luoran thought about it and turned to ask Liao: "Do you have something that can be waterproof?"
Old Liao crossed her eyes and took out a blue pearl of the size of the pigeon egg in the mouth.
Lin Luoran secretly vomiting blood, avoiding water beads, old Liao decisive is a big local tyrant!
She saw that Liao had prepared and summoned the flying sword. It seemed that she was preparing to squat under the sword and open the thin mountain wall. When the Jianguang fell, she suddenly looked strange and right, and a quietly stopped on the mountain wall. The cockroach was strangled by Lin Luoran!
The dying death can no longer die, the old Liao mouth is stuffed with water-avoiding beads, and the gang helps the drums, vaguely said: "No... a little bit of blood, has been frozen."
There is a ripple in the belly of the mountain. There is no life-threatening atmosphere. It is really a good cover.
Unfortunately, how could she really go to the mountain wall and let the lake water infuse? Lin Luoran sneered, she did not forget the "blizzard" that made the silver dragon's body tail freeze. If she and the old Liao were surrounded by the impregnated lake water, they were instantly blocked by ice and snow. Lin Luoran was not sure to escape. day. If it is not a phoenix adventure reminder, she absolutely can not find that this cockroach has been inducing them to move in the direction.
No, it will lead them, just to confuse Lin Luoran to take the initiative to open the mountain wall?
Even now she is not doing the same thing now, leaving behind the tricks, don't say that thing...
Lao Liao pinched his body and crushed it into ice slag. He did not study anything. The clap was preparing to squirt the water-avoiding beads in the exit. Lin Luoran suddenly changed his face and pulled the old Liao’s hand to run away.
Old Liao almost hurriedly swallowed the water beads, and he got his tears.
Lin Luoran glared at the old Liao, flying along the front of the winding road, but it was a few dozen feet away. The thin mountain wall was unbearable and crashed.
The rushing lakes poured in instantly, and the huge impulse made Lin Luoran, who had not yet flown far, a slap.
The lake was hit by a bang, and Lin Luoran ignored the gravel that hit him.
As long as it is trapped in the lake, as long as it is trapped in the lake, she and Lao Liao can only be the buried sundae beans in the sundae!
Damn, where is the shortcut they found, it is clearly "blizzard" in the please.
Only continue to escape along the winding road.
The speed of the lake water reversal gradually slowed down, and Lin Luoran and Lao Liao were quite embarrassed.
Listening to the sound of freezing water in the lake, the two completely broke off the road.
At the end of the winding road, it is a dazzling white light.
It is the reflection of the sun shining on the snow. Lin Luoran and Lao Liao walked out of the mountain and reached the top of the ice peak.
In front of it is a huge stone building, towering square stone pillars, lighting the walls of a very high half-human height, not like the exquisite palace of ancient China, the architectural style is wide open, rough and atmospheric.
It was white and the snow was blocked outside the stone wall of half a person. It did not hide the style of the stone temple, but made it more unattainable.
Such a magnificent stone temple, where is the small temple in the mouth of the old Liao and the Lark - if it is under the altar, it is really the ancient Chiyou, probably only such a place is barely worthy of him.
The temple is silent, the sinister danger has never happened, and the long silence is enough to make people feel fearful and cold.
Lin Luoran and Lao Liao were on the alert, waiting until a small drop of ice dripped into the neck of Lao Liao. He looked up and the face covered with gully suddenly tightened -
Above the high-expansion dome, white lines are covered like spider webs. In the white ice, thousands of "ices" are densely hung upside down.
Those lifelike faces, everyone discussed together a moment ago, how to fight against the West and jointly deal with the "blizzard" on the ice peak.
At this moment, their eyes are closed, their looks are serene, they are tightly sealed by translucent ice, and there is no sign of life.
The messy hair, the broken wing, facing the direction of Lin Luoran's head, is the most important lark!
All kinds of monsters are hail, crystal clear, quiet and safe, ridiculing Lin Luoran’s self-righteousness with obvious facts -
Where is the song of ice and fire.
The fire of hope may have been silently annihilated as soon as the "blizzard" woke up.
Lin Luoran looked at him with a gaze, staring at a hail in the distance, as if he was stimulated, striding forward to go forward... all kinds of hail went backwards in her retina, and Lin Luoran faintly heard Far and near laughter.
Some are familiar and more strange.