Chapter 507: Snow woman

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The laughter is far and near, and the time is intermittent. The gloomy can't hide the deep pride.
Lin Luoran ran in the vast expanse of the stone temple, and she looked at the hail that she had seen, no matter how close she was, she kept a relative distance with her.
Is the hail moving, or is the stone hall turning?
Bao Jia, despite being so far away, Lin Luoran still recognizes that the person wrapped in the hail is Baojia!
Baojia frowned, his fingers licking an unfinished technique, the clothes fluttering, the time was frozen before the attack, and the "singular" expression solidified on her face...
Lin Luoran was exhausted, and the long-lost sweat made her soaked. When she finally came under the hail, she did not feel her smile.
She has to put down "Baojia".
Lin Luoran jumped off the spider silk and caught the hail.
Direct contact with the ice makes her fingers stiff, and the chill of the soul deepens her thinking.
You have to melt the ice to release Baojia.
Lin Luoran has a lot of flames.
The "true fire" of the monk calls the fire system of the fire and spirit of the heavens and the earth, the "fire of Nirvana" of the fire and the "flame" word taught by The Book of the Avenue.
Which one to use? A weird ice can freeze people's minds. The first three flames don't seem to be able to deal with them.
Lin Luoran quietly meditated on the strokes of the word "fire". However, in this snowy day, surrounded by the chill of the sky, the exuberant water aura filled all around, she could not understand the word "fire".
Falling into a "fire", she can't even do it!
Sweat drops down her forehead, passing through the nose, dripping on the hail and sizzling. Slow thinking, Lin Luoran still did not want to understand why the sweat can melt ice, the next moment she has ushered in a surprise.
The treasure in the hail was struggling to open his eyes.
"It's so cold..."
Bao Jia is still alive! Lin Luo However Fuseshita head to listen to the voice of Po-chia, through the ice, can not distinguish friend's voice low, barely able to hear is "cold" word.
Wrapped in ice, how can it not be cold?
"Save me ...... small Los, a small Luo."
Xiao Luo! Lin Luo then 300 years I did not hear anyone call her a small Los! She had a moment Emmanuel slow thinking, is it Bowker blessing in disguise, but the recovered memory? This may confuse Lin Luoran, she did not stand up to cry, tears poured on the hail to answer, how to do, or no way to write the word "fire".
Phoenix, Phoenix will help her.
Lin Luoran wants to explore the gods into the beads, and it is inevitable that she will be tempted.
"Do not worry, I'll save you ......"
Bao Jia’s voice is getting weaker,
beads, beads.

Can beads save Baojia?
Lin Luoran stroked the hail, and even wanted to remove the beads from the wrist. If there was a laughter that seemed to be absent, Lin Luoran was sweating and did not see the original "Baojia" in the hail. His mouth was slightly upturned, showing a sardonic and proud smile.
"No."
"Can't solve the beads."
Who is shouting? Lin Luoran frowned, the beads were not obedient, and the fire phoenix was not obedient. She could not save Baojia, she had to solve it.
There is a small group of red light on the chest, especially warm, Lin Luoran has a moment of confusion, what is fighting off the chill, her action is suspended.
The red light is getting brighter and brighter, and the face of Baojia’s face in the hail is clear.
The smile that was too late to be recovered was invisible and was clearly seen by Lin Luoran.
A string in the mind suddenly tightened, and the fire was in the middle of the fire. Lin Luoran subconsciously repulsed - a slamming sound, Lin Luoran retreated to the stone door, and the cold wind blew, the whole talent was completely awake. .
A slight sigh, disappointment.
The stone temple is true, the hailstone on the top of the head is true, but it is a fake to think of her "Baojia".
Lin Luoran looked at the "blizzard" floating in the distance, and the fear of the post-infiltration penetrated into the bone marrow. On the front slate of the "Snowstorm," a black paper sign fell, and the red rope broke. Lin Luoran had already understood what had happened.
If it is not the "exorcism" that works at a critical moment, she may have personally handed the most mysterious Yangshao to her own enemy!
Old Liao still smirked in the same place, I do not know what illusion was caught. However, the exorcism on his neck was firmly hung, and he seemed to be able to hold himself, not in crisis.
Lin Luoran looked stiff and looked at the floating "blizzard".
"who are you?"
The tiny edelweiss fluttered and danced, and the "blizzard" screamed.
Heavy and stiff male voice, Xu is not talking for too long, speaking is not smooth:
"No... guessed."
It really is the ancient antiquity that was suppressed by the Yellow Emperor in Qingqiu? ! It is reasonable to say that the situation is the same as her and Liao, Lin Luoran always feels strange.
If it is really Chiyou "wake up", what is the purpose of seizing the little green fox? The nine-tailed fox is the guardian beast of the Jiuli people. It does not make sense to hold the Xiaoqing fox.
"What do you want to do."
The "storm" stopped, and it seemed to be thinking about Lin Luoran's problem. It was blurred that a vague human figure was wrapped in the center of the wind and snow.
"Give the beads and put them."
"Snowstorm" refers to the hail that spreads overhead.
Lin Luoran shook her head, she is not the Virgin, take the life-saving beads to change these unknown monsters.
"Snowstorm" was not angry with her refusal. A cold whistling away, the hail of the head was constantly changing positions, and when they stopped, the two hail caused Lin Luoran's attention.
An ice-covered green fox, a beautiful woman with a sword.
It is Xiaoqinghu and Baojia!
Xiaoqinghu was covered by a collar and propped up a place of freedom. Only the outer layer was sealed by ice and snow. He heard the movement, barely opened his eyelids and saw the scene in front of him. He was happy and worried in the eyes of the fox.
Bao Jia closed his eyes and could not see birth or death.
"Snowstorm" sizzles: "Change beads... beads..."
Lin Luoran touched her wrist, and Chiu touched her lifeline, threatening her with Xiaoqinghu and Baojia, and wanting to change the beads... The beads are a rare blessing to the monks, and only the gods who are left with the soul. What is the role?
Lin Luoran remembered that if there was no laughter, frowning:
"You are not Chiyou, who is it?!"
A real line of sight fell on Lin Luoran through the flying snowflakes, especially the beads on her wrist.
"Lin Jun, it’s been a long time no see."
The squeaky male voice was converted into a female voice, like the laughter at the beginning, some familiar, Lin Jun, who in memory remembered himself, because it was too special, Lin Luoran thought for a while unbelievable staring at the "blizzard" ".
"You are, Asada... Sakurako?"
Lin Luoran frowned and remembered that several Japanese who disappeared together in Weifang and Xiaoqinghu more than three hundred years ago have more and more confirmed their own speculation.
The female voice that speaks is indeed Asada Sakura!
Lin Luoran thought that a few of them must be dead. I don’t think that Asada Sakurako seems to have a different situation. Now it’s not a ghost, but it’s also very powerful.
In this case, Lin Luoran still could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It’s easier to deal with a sakura sakura, which is only three hundred years old.
Only one thing can't be said, why does Asada Sakura want beads?
It was smashed by Lin Luoran, and the flying snow gradually calmed down. One ice was the skin, the snow was the muscle, the hair was white, and even the woman with silver was white in front of Lin Luoran.
The snowy face is the same as Asada Sakurako, and Lin Luoran still can't tell the strangeness.
That is the intuition that she has been practicing for centuries.
No, if this is Asada Sakurako, who is going to town under the altar of the temple? Xiaoqinghu is not confused, and he has dealt with Asada Sakurako and personally "released" her.
"Time flies so fast, I haven't seen it for more than three hundred years, and Lin Jun is still in style."
The snow woman laughs and laughs, and her manners are mild. The gentleness of the deep bone marrow is the trait of the island nation.
The sweat on Lin Luoran has evaporated. Her eyes are on the hail wrapped in Xiaoqinghu and Baojia, and she finally falls on the snow woman's face. The eyebrows are vivid, and all the smiles are the regeneration of Asada Sakura. Even if there is any evil thing to read her memory, it will not be so detailed, and the Asada Sakurako will be transformed into nothing. After all, Lin Luoran's memory of Asada Sakurako is too far away, and the other party is not her acquaintance. Her appearance on Asada Sakurako is somewhat blurred.
"Lin Jun, it is very cost-effective to exchange one of your three friends with your own beard, including your own life." The snow woman is not too slow to gently comfort.
Lin Luoran sneered, surrendered the beads, and she had a half chance of winning?
These thousands of hailstones are all aborigines in the Qingqiu world. The beasts are not too high. They really want to work together. She only has to flee and she is now frozen. Explain that the snow woman's ability is above her!
Then why is it that she is slowly showing her?
Lin Luoran suddenly understood that it was not right, and the other party clearly had the ability to kneel down, but she wanted to hand over the beads in such a big circle...
Beads, yes, mysterious beads, she has not figured out all the effects for hundreds of years, there must be places where the enemy is jealous!
The snow woman warmly persuaded Lin Luoran to be indifferent, turned his face in a blink of an eye, and pointed the direction of the little green fox. The hail wrapped around it became thicker at a visible speed. The ability of Xiaoqinghu to shelter the collar was weakened and sent out. Hey.
"Since you don't know how to lift, Sakurako can only report a big hatred!"
The sound of icing, the little green fox's limbs are already stiff, and there are already signs of no support.
Lin Luoran was in a hurry and was about to shoot. The smirking old Liao screamed and screamed. The exorcism hanging around his neck ignited and the old Liao was sweating.
"Don't be busy... it's a bit weird."
The old Liao climbed over with his hands and gasped.
The snow girl heard a glimpse and stared at the old Liao for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Some meanings, the invisible origins."
Her voice fell, and a black line spread from the forehead, instantly encroaching on the whole body like a spider web. Lin Luoran saw her face pain, seized the opportunity to move her fingers, and two white exercises flew out, and the students would be wrapped in the ice scorpion of Xiaoqinghu and Baojia.
The snow girl screamed in the sky, and the snow wrapped her up again. Somehow, the white snow was dyed dark, and an amazing pressure filled the air. Something was breaking out.
Lin Luoran glared at two hail, his heart pounding, and for a moment he just wanted to pull the old Liao to escape the road.