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    Update time: 2012-10-07

    However, Luo Zhen thought about it and realized that the Nine Soul Beads were used by the underworld monks to speed up their cultivation. However, the underworld monks all practiced underworld power, but now he relied on the thunder power and ancient god's mark in the Five Elements Thunder Beads.  The power of the ancient gods in him came to deal with the enemy, but it was of no use to him!

    ¡°Perhaps, only the monks from the underworld would pay so much attention to the Nine Soul Beads!

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

    Su Muzhen is a monk in the underworld. If she had the Nine Soul Beads to assist her in her cultivation, she would definitely get twice the result with half the effort. However, since the last time she was at Juxian Villa, she brought news about Ming Wuya. After that parting, she never  Seen it.  I don't know if she is in the underworld now.

    Luo Zhen thought to himself: When I see her again next time, I might as well give her the Nine Soul Pearl!

    With a flip of his palm, the Nine Soul Pearl was taken back to the Consciousness Mansion by Luo Zhen again.

    "I can leave now!" Ba Laoer said timidly.

    Luo Zhen waved his hand and said: "Go away! By the way, go back and tell Zhou Hongyue that what she wants is in my hands now. If she wants it, tell her to get it herself!"

    Ba Laoer nodded repeatedly, without hesitation. He pinched the seal in his hand, and the black patch suddenly surged, and his face suddenly became much pale. It must be that this stirred up the black cloud, and then  It would take a lot of his natal dark power, and it would take a lot of time to recover.

    After Balo Er rolled up the black cloud and left, Luo Zhen calmed down, and with a movement of his figure, he activated his thunder escape technique and escaped in the direction of Ye Mengyu.

    When Bingyun saw Luo Zhen coming, he immediately came up to him and said, "How is it?"

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

    At this time, the dying Ye Mengyu suddenly opened her eyes and said in a weak voice: "Where is my sister! Is she okay?"

    Just as Luo Zhen was about to speak, he saw a figure flying over and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine! How are you doing now?" It was Ye Mengling.

    Ye Mengyu moved her eyes to look at Ye Mengling. Seeing her standing in front of her in a good manner, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She wanted to say something, but she coughed violently, and her lips seemed to be smeared.  There was a layer of frost, and the face was shrouded in cold air.

    Ye Mengling rushed over, held Ye Mengyu's back, and said: "Don't say anything yet. We have already found the treasure palace. You will be fine soon. I will definitely help you with the cold air in your body."  Expelled.¡±

    "Well, I believe in sister!" Ye Mengyu finally stopped coughing, chuckled, and said weakly.

    Ye Mengling's eyes were already covered with a hazy mist of tears. Her small nose twitched slightly, but she couldn't hold it back anymore. Two crystal tears rolled down her smooth cheeks and dripped.  Ye Mengyu's face was instantly frozen into two ice beads.

    Ye Mengyu slowly stretched out her hand and wiped away Ye Mengling's tears, but she really didn't have any strength left. Those two tear stains could not be wiped away no matter how hard she wiped them away. She smiled softly and said: "Sister, why are you crying?"  Got it!"

    Ye Mengling wiped away her tears and said, "It's okay. The cold air in your body has been driven away, so you don't have to suffer from the cold air freezing your veins. My sister is happy for you!" After that, Ye Mengling asked Luo Zhen for help.  look.

    Luo Zhen knew that in the Phantom Palace, the weapon spirit had long said that the middle-grade immortal weapon "Ju Han" had been refined by it. It could be said that even the last glimmer of hope was gone.  However, Luo Zhen still stepped forward, sacrificed a little of the ancient god's power in his body, and passed it into Ye Mengyu's body. After that ancient god's power entered Ye Mengyu's body, it was like a ball.  The fierce fire flowed through several major meridians in her body, slightly melting the main meridians that were almost frozen and blocked.

    But Ye Mengyu's face was still so pale and did not improve at all.

    Luo Zhen could only shake his head helplessly, and through his spiritual consciousness, he secretly sent a message to Ye Mengling: "There is no other way!"

    After Ye Mengling heard Luo Zhen's spiritual voice, she trembled slightly and seemed to freeze.

    Suddenly, a weak voice came from Luo Zhen's consciousness: "It's not impossible to save that little girl!"

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

    ¡°Of course we need to use the ¡®Spiritual Fantasy Palace¡¯ to save us!¡±

    Luo Zhen had just been asking how to save Ye Mengyu. Only then did he remember the source of the sound. But as soon as his mind changed, he roughly understood it.

    It turns out that this sound was made by the weapon spirit of the Linghuan Palace.

      Luo Zhen previously thought that the artifact spirit of the Spirit Hall was killed by Feng Zheng, the ancient demon general, but he did not expect that he escaped that disaster.

    Luo Zhen's heart moved, and he communicated with his consciousness and weapon spirit, saying: "You mean, using the Spiritual Illusion Palace, you can drive out the cold air from her body?"

    "It's just a cold air. Even if there is eternal cold air in her body, she can use the Spiritual Fantasy Palace to force it out. You know, the Spiritual Fantasy Palace can even refine middle-grade immortal weapons like 'Ju Han'  Yes, if we can¡¯t solve this little cold air, wouldn¡¯t it be a joke?¡±

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

    The weapon spirit of the Spiritual Fantasy Palace was also unambiguous. He immediately explained how to operate the Spiritual Fantasy Palace and expel the cold air.

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

    "Really?" Ye Mengling exclaimed as if she woke up from a dream.

    Luo Zhen didn't answer. He turned around and looked around, and said, "Let's find a more secluded place first! After that, he moved directly to the sky and looked around. He found that there were several snow peaks not far away.  , a huge peak gorge was formed between the snow peaks. Luo Zhen ran towards the peak gorge without saying a word.

    Bingyun said to Ye Mengling: "Do you want my help?" Now that the pain of the demonic fire in her body has been removed, she naturally doesn't hate the two sisters Ye Mengling and Ye Mengyu. In fact, she doesn't hate them, she just  But there are some prejudices against the Holy Ice Palace.

    Ye Mengling shook her head and said, "No need!" After saying that, her figure moved, and she took Ye Mengyu with her and jumped in the direction of Luo Zhen's escape.

    Bingyun stood there, stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. Then he sighed, and as soon as his figure moved, he chased after him closely.

    Luo Zhen took the lead in arriving at the peak gorge between the snowy peaks. He used his spiritual consciousness to investigate and found no dangerous abnormalities, and then deployed several ordinary formations.

    At this moment, Ye Mengling had already flown over with Ye Mengyu, and not long after, Bingyun also arrived.

    Luo Zhen said: "You two protect the law for me!"

    Ye Mengling and Bingyun both nodded.

    Ye Mengling put Ye Mengyu down against an ice wall, then looked at him reluctantly for a few times, and slowly backed away.

    Luo Zhen slowly walked up to Ye Mengyu and found that Ye Mengyu's current state was extremely bad. A layer of frost had condensed on her lips, eyelids, and hair.  The whole person is like an ice sculpture, and there is almost no trace of life left.

    Without further ado, when Luo Zhen thought of this, he no longer hesitated. With a movement of his consciousness, a palm-sized object was sacrificed from his consciousness.

    That palm-sized object is the shrunken Spiritual Fantasy Palace. Now under Luo Zhen's control, it slowly flies into the mid-air as high as Luo Zhen's head, and slowly floats in the air.

    Luo Zhen thought, and a trace of the ancient god's power suddenly emerged from Qi Hai Dantian.

    There is really only a trace of the ancient god's power. Luo Zhen does not have the ancient god's mark to sacrifice, so the ancient god's power in Qihai Dantian is almost exhausted. He spent a lot of effort to condense this trace.  The power of the ancient gods.

    However, although it was just a trace of the ancient god's power, it was enough to use the Spiritual Fantasy Palace to expel the cold air from Ye Mengyu's body.  In fact, what the weapon spirit told him was not to expel the cold air in Ye Mengyu's body, but to refine the cold air in Ye Mengyu's body, just like refining a middle-grade immortal.  The device is "extremely cold".

    That ray of ancient god's power, under Luo Zhen's careful control, turned into a stream of light and escaped directly into the palm-sized spiritual hall in front of Luo Zhen. Suddenly, from the foundation of the spiritual hall,  There were circles of pale golden light.

    And within the pocket-sized Spiritual Fantasy Palace, something seemed to be awakened, and a white light shot out quickly directly from the Spiritual Fantasy Palace.

    Luo Zhen¡¯s hands were quick and his eyes were quick. His consciousness and figure moved almost at the same time, and he directly captured the white light in his hands.

    It was as if he was holding a piece of ten-thousand-year-old cold iron in his hands. If Luo Zhen hadn't used the power of purple thunder to protect his palm, he would definitely have been frostbitten by that white light.

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

    finally,The white light in Luo Zhen's hand gradually became quiet.

    Luo Zhen then slowly spread his fingers.

    White light, not dazzling, emanated from Luo Zhen's palm, covering an area several miles around him.

    And the cold feeling seemed to disappear in an instant.  Instead, there was warmth.  This kind of warmth is like the first ray of spring breeze after winter.

    Within the area shrouded in white light, all the ice and snow began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, making the sound of water droplets.

    Luo Zhen stared intently at the white light in his palm, letting it slowly squirm in his palm.  Luo Zhen, on the other hand, slowly stepped forward and walked towards Ye Mengyu with a solemn expression.

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