Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 735 Final Chapter The Gods Return 24

The cold and biting water poured into the nose and ear canals. Quan shuddered from the wine, and his mouth and nose seemed to be covered with something, making him unable to breathe.

The pond water wet the robe, and the originally elegant hem became cumbersome. Her limbs were like stone baskets weighing more than ten kilograms, dragging her down desperately.

She struggled hard, trying to swim up, but the hand on her wrist didn't move at all. The "beast" lurking in the cold pool finally caught its prey, leaving her to struggle indifferently.

A flash of coldness flashed in Quan Jiu's eyes, he took out the dagger from the space, held the dagger, and twisted his wrist at 180 degrees to stab the hands that were imprisoning her!

The tip of the knife cut through the layers of the pool barrier, curling up transparent and crystal ice flowers. When the tip of the knife was about to pierce the skin on the back of the man's hand, the man stretched out his two fingers, held the dagger between his fingertips and gently bent it. It was originally cutting iron like mud.

The dagger broke in half like a toy knife.

Quan Jiufeng's eyes were slightly cold, and he immediately let go of the dagger, raised his legs up, and mounted on the man's shoulders and neck from the front, trying to lock the man's throat.

A pair of big, well-jointed hands grasped her ankles and twisted them gently, causing the sound of cracking bones to be heard underwater.

The pain penetrated deep into her bones, and Quan Jiu's movement to hold her breath became chaotic. The all-pervasive cold water immediately seized the opportunity and poured into her nasal cavity.

When the last trace of air in her lungs was exhausted, a strong force lifted her upwards, and she fell heavily onto the hard ice with a few splashes.

"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Quan Jiu immediately used his spiritual power to hit his chest and abdomen, and the cold pool water that he had choked on immediately spat out of his throat.

Because of her action, there was a cold gaze behind her.

Quan's wine-red lips turned white from the cold. She sat half-sitting on the ice, turned her head and looked behind her...

What comes into view is a handsome face with clear outlines. The man is handsome, with thick black eyebrows, a high nose, and a pair of dark pupils that make people feel like they are falling into the abyss.

Quan Jiu looked at the twelve ring scars on his head and the snow-white, dry monk's robes. A bright light flashed in her mind, and she was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

It's actually him?

On the day of prayer, she had seen a pair of empty, lustless black eyes in the abyss. The eyes in her memory suddenly appeared, perfectly overlapping with the narrow, cold eyes in front of her.

The person opposite is also looking at her.

The woman is wearing a white silver embroidered butterfly gown. At this moment, all the wetness is clinging to her graceful figure, reflecting the gorgeous blooming peonies on the red tube top. Her waist-length black hair is wet and clinging to her forehead, revealing her fullness.

forehead and small and delicate nose and lips.

When she looked at him, her eyes were cold at first, and then there was a hint of astonishment, and even her breasts, which were outlined by her skirt, were in a mess.

Feng Zui looked away indifferently, moved his eyes upward, and met her wary gaze, with a voice that was even colder than the cold pond water.

"Who sent you?"

Since she looked surprised, it meant that she must know him.

Quan Jiu's brain was running rapidly, and she probably knew why she saw him on the Day of God's Prayer.

The man in front of her had surging spiritual power. When she compared him with him, it was like the difference between a drop of water and the vast ocean. Facing the monsters in the Mahayana period, Quan Jiu had never felt so insignificant and powerless. This only meant that the opponent's strength was

During the period of overcoming the tribulation, he has even succeeded in overcoming the tribulation...

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes thoughtfully: "God pray...God pray..."

It is basically a prayer to the gods.

In just a moment, she was sure that the other person was the latter. He was definitely a true god who had successfully overcome the tribulation, so she would see his true face on the day of divine prayer.

There is actually a true god in the Cangqiong Continent.

This news was so shocking that when Quan Jiu raised his eyes again to look at his dry monk's robes, his eyes became more wary.

It can instantly dry out the cold pond water that scares the gods and demons. Will the cold pond water really work on him?

Quan Jiu cupped his hands and saluted: "I have met the holy monk. I am a disciple of Tianyin Valley. I was chased by the Mahayana monsters and accidentally entered this place. I disturbed my senior's spiritual practice. I hope my senior can understand."

The words fell.

The man in a white monk's robe didn't say anything for a long time. Quan Jiu raised his head in confusion and saw the sarcastic smile in his eyes.

"There is no one in the temple, so why did you send a waste like you, who is only at the Nascent Soul stage, to come in?"

The tone was cold and hoarse, as if someone who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly spoke, with a frosty grainy texture, and a strong pressure that made Quan Jiu breathless for a moment.

Quan Jiu: “…”

Bald monk, please tell me some truth. When I was in the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 18, I was the most talented girl in Cangqiong Continent. How could I be such a waste?

"Okay, I'm useless."

Quan Jiu was so scared that she didn't expect to be exposed as soon as she lied. This old monster has been sealed for so many years, and she didn't dare to say that she was from the temple.

The water in the cold pool was unusual, it had the effect of suppressing spiritual power. The chill lingered all over her body, and it lingered for a long time, and her bones were almost stiff from the cold.

If she didn't change her clothes, she would probably die soon. At this time, she just hoped that the old monster would treat her as a fart and let it go cleanly.

Feng Zui looked at the girl who had different opinions, obviously knowing her situation better than she did:

"You're dying."

His tone was indifferent and emotionless, as if he was saying that the weather is nice today.

Quan Jiu: "..."

mmp, if you don’t know how to chat, don’t force it.

In just a short conversation, Quan Jiu had already extracted some useful information.

There is only one cold pool in the world that can suppress spiritual power and melt the body of the true god, and it is in the Black Wind Valley.

The Sunset Forest is close to the Black Wind Valley. She must have passed through the maze and entered the Black Wind Valley by mistake...

If this is the Black Wind Valley where no grass grows and everything is barren, then the identity of the person in front of you is self-evident. But the question is, didn’t Wan Chaolin say that the people imprisoned in the Black Wind Valley are monsters?!!

The person in front of me has no demonic energy, and there is a 99% chance that he is a true god. If he is a true god, why would Wan Chaolin and others lie?!

Quan Jiu had doubts but didn't ask. Knowing that she was from the temple, the man didn't kill her immediately. This was undoubtedly a blessing in misfortune.

Feng Zui raised his eyelids, his eyes passed over her lightly, then he sat cross-legged and fell into meditation, treating her like air.

The huge feeling of oppression disappeared from his body, Quan Jiu's tense shoulders relaxed, and he began to calmly think about how to save himself.

The cold and wet clothes clung to her body, and the wind blew away the little heat in her body. If this continued, she would definitely die.

She endured the biting cold, crossed her legs and began to exercise. Her cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage had no effect on the cold pool water that could melt the divine bones.

The body temperature of Quan Jiu did not warm up. Instead, as time passed, the skin of her body became colder inch by inch, and a thin layer of ice formed on her fingertips and the ends of her hair.

She exhaled hot breath into her palms, and her stiff hands began to feel.

(End of chapter)