The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

This is a huge ice room. The two are surrounded by transparent ice. Even the ground beneath the feet is a thick layer of ice. They are crystal clear, but they are extremely dangerous.

The spirit of Qin Mo's body is working more and more, and the surrounding is getting colder and colder. Qin ink wrinkles and carefully looks at the surrounding environment.

This ice room is empty except for the huge ice sculpture in the middle. The ice sculpture is a strong-faced man with a strange long stick in his left hand and an eagle stretching his wings on the right hand side.

Qin Mo went directly to the ice sculpture and observed the half-small but found that the ice sculpture had nothing special. When he stepped, he left and observed the ice wall.

The more you look at the darker brows of Qin Mo, the more the surrounding walls are covered by a layer of ice. The entire ice room has no other exits except that it has just been blocked.

Lin Zikai apparently discovered this problem. He watched the white smoke in the air because it was too cold. His expression suddenly became gloomy, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed the central ice sculpture. This ice sculpture does not know what material was used to engrave it. Under the attack of Lin Zizhen, there was no damage.

Qin Mo only glanced at the forest, and continued to observe the surrounding environment.

Neither of them found out that it was difficult for the naked eye to notice that the light cyan gas slowly spread out from the bottom of the statue.

Two days later

In front of an ice wall in the south of Qinmo Station, his face was pale. This ice room is not big, and you can see the structure inside at a glance. However, Qin Mo did not give up looking for another export and has been studying it carefully.

After two days of observation, Qin Mo found that this wall is significantly different from other ice walls. The ice on the surrounding ice wall is extremely smooth, only the one in front of it, with some small patterns on it. If it is not Qin Mo, it will definitely disappear.

Slightly they.

Qin Mo reached out and touched the patterns. A bit of chilling came from the fingertips. His face turned white and he immediately took back his fingers.

On the side of the forest, there was a nervous color on his face. Although Qin Mo did not say anything, but has always assured Qin Mo, Lin Zizhen has already discovered the problem of Qin Mo. Among the ice rooms, Qin ink seems extremely uncomfortable.

After standing for a while, Qin ink slowly extended his right hand, and his fingers touched the ice wall again.

Seeing this situation, Lin Zi’s figure flashed and he reached the side of Qin Mo and grabbed his hand. He said with an anxious tone: “Master, don’t come closer.”

When Qin Mo brows, he wants to open the woods, but he did not expect Lin Zikai to hold his hand tightly.

Holding the hand of Qin Mo, Linzi’s face was slowly distorted, and the master was poisoned.

A flash of red light flashed through the eyes, and Lin Zi’s eyes slowly swept over the body of Qin and Mo, and I saw a light cyan gas flowing into the body of Qin Mo.

At the same time, Lin Zikai felt that these pale blue gas also got into his body, but when the gas entered, the blood in his body immediately rolled over, and the gas was directly destroyed.

Lin Zikai’s right hand was slightly curved. The original invisible cyan gas gathered in a group of blue **** and fell into his hands. He picked up his eyes and felt it a little, only to find that these cyan gases turned out to be cold.

After reaching a certain level, the monk will not fear the cold and heat, but the cold poison is an exception. It can directly drill into the body of the monk, slowly freezing the monk's spiritual power, and then making the monk cold to death.

The wrist was held by the forest, and Qin Mo was very uncomfortable. Qin Mo is so moving. Lin Zikai has recovered from the thoughts.

His eyes fell on Qin Mo's already white lips, thinking of his own magical fruit before the coincidence, made a decision in his heart.

Seeing that Qin Mo once again wanted to break away, Lin Zikai's right hand rose, and a black mist drifted over. Qin Mo felt that the whole body was weak, and the spiritual power of the body stopped working. So he fell so softly in the arms of Lin Ziwei.

Because the spirit of Qin Mo stopped working, the cold poison around him was very prosperous, and the face of Qin ink was hung with frost at the visible speed. Feeling the coldness around the bones, Qin ink body trembled slightly.

Looking at the arms of Qin Mojia cold eyes, Lin Ziqiu slightly raised his mouth, holding Qin ink sitting on the ground, the light flashed in his hand, a dagger appeared in his hands. A gentle smile against Qin Mo, Lin Zikai took a dagger and stroked his wrist.

Watching the blood spurt out of the wound, the smile on the face of Lin Zi's face became more and more brilliant. Pointing the wound at the wrist to the lips of Qin and ink, Lin Zi’s tone is light and incomparable: “Master, drink hot.”

Seeing Qin Mo only stared at him coldly, Lin Zikai slowly bent away, the two were very close together, and there was a sense of faint warmth between the breaths.

Lin Zi's eyes are bright, like he can't feel the pain in his hand. He said, "You have a cold poison, and my blood is just able to restrain it."

The flash of Qin Mo flashed, and his anger quickly rose in his heart. Even so, he did not need Lin Ziwei to save him. He opened his lips and his voice was hoarse: "You..."

Like feeling the spirit of Qin Mo, Lin Zikai immediately stopped the words of Qin Mo to be exported. He used a wound that was not injured in the left hand and right hand, and the blood suddenly flowed.

Lin Zikai still smiled, but his expression seemed paranoid at this moment: "Master, if you don't drink, let it dry slowly."

Qin Mo’s eyes were cold, but his heart trembled, feeling the warm blood on his lips, his eyes staring at Lin Zikai, his lips moving, and he slowly opened his mouth, letting those sweet liquids flow in. He was in the mouth.

The bright red blood fell on the pure white robes of Qin Mo. At this moment, Qin Mo was full of blood and beauty. Lin Zikai looked at Qin Mo like this, reluctant to remove his eyes.

As soon as I thought that my blood was slowly flowing into the body of Qin Mo, and gradually merged with him, Lin Zikai’s heart continued to spurt a stream of heat.

He breathed a stagnation, reached out and smoothed Qin Mo, and frowned slightly at the moment. The voice seemed to suppress the infinite feelings: "Master, you know, I am happy..."

Before he finished, they flashed a strong light on the ice wall next to them, interrupting his upcoming words. Lin Ziying's eyes were red, and he turned his head sharply, staring at the ice wall.

The water flowing out of the forest was not completely drunk by Qin Mo, and a lot of it flowed to the bottom of the ice. The blood was not frozen into ice, but instead flowed along the small gully on the ice to the ice wall in the south.

Filled with blood, the tiny lines on the ice wall have become clear, and at this moment it is shining with great brilliance.

"Let me get up." Qin Mo swallowed the blood on his lips and unconsciously licked the wrist of the 舔 峥 , , , , , , , , , , 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做 做The meaning.

Feeling the soft touch on the wrist, the angry color on the face of the forest immediately disappeared, and a stream of light flashed in the eyes, and the face of the palm of the hand smashed through the face, gently "en".

The spirit in the body worked again freely. Qin Mo immediately stood up from Lin Zikai's arms. He looked at the ground and had some pale forests. Qin Mo took a moment, his eyes drooped down, and his eyes swept over the wounds on the wrists of Lin Zikai. At last, he sighed low and lifted Lin Ziqi from the ground.

From the Qiankun bag, a medicinal herb was directly inserted into the forest, and Qin Mo immediately turned to look at the ice wall ahead.

I heard the words "thank you" coming from the front. After standing in the body of Qin Mo, Lin Ziyu’s eyes shone brightly, and a burning glow radiated from it to the back of Qin Mo.

The light on the ice wall gradually dimmed, and there was a picture on the original transparent ice surface.

A group of monks dressed in the same costume appeared on the ice wall. They held sharp weapons and ran forward across a huge monster. It is strange that the weapons in their hands and the monsters below are a light and transparent color. Even if it is not, Qin Mo can feel that those are not entities.

There was a man standing in front of them. He had a long stick in his left hand and an eagle on his right. Similarly, the stick and the eagle were not entities. Qin ink narrow eyes and slight eyes, this man is the man carved in the statue in the middle of the ice room.

"Kill!" The man shouted, and immediately after the sound of a loud roar, Qin Mo found that they had a group of black people opposite.

The dazzling light flashed, the man jumped and waved in his hand, and the black man fell on the opposite side. The eagle around him slammed his wings, and many people were shot under his wings.

Qin Mo's hands are tight, and those blacks have low strength and have a golden Dan period. This man has defeated so many people with a single blow. He doesn't know how powerful he is.

"Kill!" Under the leadership of the man, everyone behind him was also heroic, and it took no long time to knock back the black men back.

Before standing in the crowd, the man’s face raised a smile and it was extremely arrogant. Suddenly, he turned his eyes and looked straight at the direction of Qin Mo and Lin Zikai.

Looking at his black eyes, although knowing that this is just an image, Qin ink is still slightly stiff. At this moment, his hand was held by a pair of cool hands, and the sound of the low voice of the forest was heard from the ear: "Master."

Qin Mo has only returned to the world, once again looking at the ice wall in front, the above picture has changed, just the scene of the **** battle has disappeared, only the man image is left.

Immediately after that image, the image of the man ice sculpture appeared on the ice wall. Looking at the ice sculptures on the ice room, Qin Mo first had some incomprehensibleness, and then he turned around and immediately turned around and looked at the central ice sculpture quietly behind him.

The author has something to say: There is always a kind of forest that is getting more and more abnormal...