Uncle is Up

As soon as the three monks left, the thunder and lightning falling on Bei Yinuan was like exploding fireworks, and the purple light flashed and everyone couldn't see Bei Yinuan.

Leng Lingxiao, who had been promoted to Nascent Soul for hundreds of years, had never seen this battle, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Deputy Valley Master... I don't think we need to go there, Bei Yinuan can't live anymore," a disciple whispered in Leng Lingxiao's ear.

Although Leng Lingxiao didn't answer, his expression was very agreeable.

While they were still staring at Bei Yinuan's advanced Nascent Soul, a figure quietly left in the crowd.

Bei Yinuan, who was in the center of the thunder disaster, was dressed in ragged clothes, and the exposed skin was all black and red, and a piece of bone that had been broken into bones was exposed. She took a pill, and the skin and bones were repaired visible to the naked eye, but before the repair was completed, the skin and bones were repaired. There were several rough lightning strikes, which did not give her any time to rest.

Already overwhelmed by herself, she still has the energy to communicate with Jingmo.

When she knew that Jing Mo had already gone to find Feng Jinyi, she smiled lowly, and showed an inexplicable and strange smile towards Leng Lingxiao.

A bad premonition rose in Leng Lingxiao's heart.

Before he could see other meanings from Bei Yinuan's eyes, another nine-fold sky thunder crackled down, and the frozen valley shook with the bang sound, the snow mountains collapsed, and the glaciers split open.

Jingmo on this side has passed through layers of defenses and arrived in front of a strange hall, which exudes a dark aura visible to the naked eye.

He frowned slightly, because even a demon dragon doesn't like this kind of evil aura with a foul smell, it's like a city that has been slaughtered, full of hostility, yin, evil, resentment...all the most evil auras Intertwined together, the smell is disgusting.

He was a little hesitant in his footsteps, hesitating whether to go in, but before he could make a decision, there was a rush of humanity.

He dodged and hid, and in the next second someone came in a hurry. The man in white robe had his back to him. He didn't see his face. He only saw the man in white robe cast a spell and entered the hall. He quickly turned into a small The snake slipped in through the open door.

As soon as he entered, the white-robed man waved his hand to make a white cloak for himself, and Jing Mo immediately rolled his eyes a few times in a fit of anger.

After entering this gloomy palace, Jing Mo felt like he had entered hell. Although there was no howling, it was still frightening. He couldn't figure out why the human race could create such a ghostly place.

After following the man in the white cloak around several side halls, he finally stopped outside a door with the most bleak air.

Jing Mo wanted to eavesdrop on something but was blocked from outside, but he could still hear some voices outside the door.

In the empty room stood an oval mirror with a black aura.

Trapped in the mirror of Ren Gao is a young man with closed eyes. The young man has beautiful eyebrows, exquisite facial features, creamy skin, a little red mole on his forehead, and that handsome and extraordinary face is like the wind like snow. Everyone can see that he is like the wind. Snow must be related.

"Wind Ashes."

The man in the white cloak spoke, it was the voice of an old man with vicissitudes of life, hoarse and dark, full of chilling and cold blood.

Feng Jinyi in the mirror opened his eyes coldly for a moment, then closed them again with a cold snort.

"Feng Jinyi, you have given birth to a good daughter." The white-robed man taunted, "Even Bei Yinuan can hook up with that kid. It's amazing, he's exactly like you."

Feng Jinyi frowned slightly when he heard the word Bei Yinuan and then relaxed, as if he didn't hear anything.

His silence doesn't mean that the white-robed man won't speak anymore.

"If it wasn't for the time, do you think you can still live till now?" The man in the white cloak touched the face of the handsome young man in the mirror: "Everyone has said that Feng Ruxue is a top-quality furnace, but who knows that I am the owner of the Frozen Valley?" Is it the Peerless Furnace?"

"Heh" Feng Jinyi sneered and turned his back to the man in white robe.

The person under the white cloak seemed to have gotten used to it, and withdrew his hand indifferently: "There are still three days until the blood moon day, do you think your daughter's concubine can save you from the fire?"

"Oh, that's not right, that guy surnamed Bei is in trouble now, you don't know, it's the first time I've seen such a shocking thunder calamity, that kid is nothing ordinary."

He raised the volume exaggeratedly: "Hey, did you hear the thunder? The sensation of the time when I fit with you is not too much, tsk tsk tsk."

"For today you have been lurking in my Frozen Valley for a hundred years, you really can bear it," Feng Jinyi's tone was endlessly ironic.

The man in the white cloak kneaded his face under the hat, feeling a little tired but more excited: "You are worth it!"

Feng Jinyi didn't speak at all, but his breath became more and more depressed.

"Feng Jinyi, you don't know how precious you are, do you?" The white-robed man's eyes showed greed: "The blood moon once every five hundred years, coupled with your peerless three-yin heavy body, plus my reincarnation formation, I will You can transcend life and death, do you understand! Do you understand!"

"Beyond life and death! Isn't this more tempting than the ascension?" The man in the white cloak spoke passionately, like a lunatic reaching out to grab the air, as if he could grab what he wanted by doing so.

Feng Jinyi didn't turn around, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Beyond life and death? Heh, immortal gods are inherently mortal, and you, a mere mortal, want to live the same life as heaven and earth?"

"Shut up!" The man in the white cloak suddenly said harshly, "You'll know if it's true in three days, oh, you can't know hahahaha."

Jing Mo frowned as he listened in the corner of the room. He had also heard of the three-yin heavy body. This physique cultivated to a certain level will automatically develop the ability to open a channel to connect with the underworld, and people with this physique can come and go in the underworld. Freedom and communication between life and death are very simple things for people with this physique.

Moreover, this physique is stronger than that of a person with a pure body of nine yins. Instead of double cultivation, no matter how serious an injury is, he can recover completely. It just consumes the cultivation of a person with a heavy body of three yins, but who cares?

Most people in the cultivation world are not selfish. For their own benefit, what does it have to do with others getting hurt or dying?

This kind of physique is looted in other races, let alone in this greedy human race?

He told Bei Yinuan all the things he heard here, but the other party only replied to him that she would be able to successfully conceive a baby in three days.

Jing Mo thinks so too, when the time comes, the little bastard will be conceived and worried that he won't be able to save this three-yin heavy body?

Jing Mo still has some estimates of Bei Yinuan's strength. If Bei Yinuan in the Jindan period is willing, it will not be a problem if she uses all her strength to kill a Nascent Soul Dzogchen, but she will suffer a little injury.

But Bei Yinuan was a little lazy, and whenever he met Yuanying, he would call him to go, and only after beating her disabled.

Thinking of this, he vomited the snake letter, this time he won't be able to say anything, he just ate a small dragon and was recovering, and he didn't want to move.

Jing Mo wanted to wait for the white-robed man to leave before going out to ask Feng Jinyi something. Who would have thought that this man was such a thug, he stayed in front of the Nether Mirror for three days in a daze, and even made a clone to go out to fool people.

By the third day, Bei Yinuan's thunderstorm hadn't finished yet, and Jing Mo felt like he was beeping. He had never seen such a thundercloud that could be struck and such a person who could withstand it.

The plot has transitioned to an important part, it's a waste of brain cells