Yang Huting and Li Wanhua, whose physiques were just ordinary people, were blown blue by the bone-chilling cold wind in the snowy valley, shivering, and their feet were almost unsteady.
Cao Yi spit out a mouthful of five-color spiritual energy.
Yang Huting and Li Wanhua's bodies were shaken, and their complexions turned from green to white, and then to healthy rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Thank you, Taoist priest"
"Thank you, Taoist priest"
The two expressed their gratitude.
Cao Yi nodded and looked at Ying Lin, the 'leading party'.
This little girl, no, this old old girl, her face is getting more and more unnatural, and she still can't let go.
It's normal to think about it. After living together for more than two thousand years, even stones are warm, let alone flesh and blood.
"Taoist Priest, please wait, can you let her die quickly?"
Ying Lin seemed to be afraid that Ying Zheng would hear it, so she kept her voice low.
Of course, this is useless.
Cao Yi noticed that the corners of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched, as if he was suppressing the urge to scold him.
After thinking for a while, she softly replied: "Zi Yuan may be hiding her strength in front of you. If she really gets angry, she may not care whether she is happy or not."
Ying Lin didn't say anything after hearing this, her head was lowered, almost buried in the big leather robe.
After that, no one spoke anymore, only the cold wind blew and white snowflakes fell.
"right here"
I don’t know how long it took before Yinglin spoke.
Cao Yi looked around and saw that not far away, there was a hot spring of about fifty square meters, emitting white hot steam. The contrast with this world of ice and snow is very big.
Behind the hot spring, there is a deep cave.
Needless to say, this is the entrance to Shangri-La.
Just like in the movie, there is no concealment.
"There are no footprints on the ground, she should be inside."
Ying Lin took the first step and walked over, her expression even more unnatural.
Cao Yi took steps to follow.
Ying Zheng and others followed.
Entering the cave, a burst of warm and moist air hits your face. As you advance, the cave becomes wider and wider, and the feeling of warmth and moisture becomes stronger and stronger.
Cao Yi looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he had raised his alertness to the highest level. Someone who can drive Lu Sheng will never be as vulnerable as in the movie.
After advancing for more than two hundred meters, a light appeared in front of us. After turning two corners, a wide space appeared.
It looked like a cave had been hollowed out. A huge pavilion stood on the ground. There was a pool of lavender gas inside. Standing beside it was a woman in palace clothes, holding a sword in her hand and facing away. The direction of the hole.
Needless to say, it’s Ziyuan.
Looking beyond the pavilion, you can see the infinitely beautiful green scene, which is simply another world.
"Lin'er, didn't mother say not to bring outsiders here?"
As Ziyuan spoke, she slowly turned around and saw the person she hated most in her life - Ying Zheng. Her originally calm face suddenly turned cold.
"Ziyuan"
Ying Zheng's voice came from behind.
Immediately afterwards, Cao Yi saw Ying Zheng walking out with an indifferent expression.
With a bang, Ziyuan drew her sword.
"tyrant"
A low drink.
Ziyuan flew over in the air.
Ying Zheng raised his hand and an extremely hot flame hit Zi Yuan's flat chest impartially.
With a scream, Ziyuan fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
A trace of surprise flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes, but he ignored it and walked towards the Fountain of Youth.
Ziyuan got up from the ground and chased her. After less than ten steps, Yingzheng used his backhand to hit Ziyuan with a burst of earth spiritual energy, knocking Ziyuan to the ground again.
"How could Ziyuan be so weak? Has she lived like a pig for more than two thousand years?"
Cao Yi, who had been an audience for a long time, was surprised.
It has to be said that Ziyuan, who had drunk the Fountain of Youth, was very capable of resisting the blow. She soon got up for the third time. This time she looked over and sneered with a bloody mouth: "I regret not killing earlier. You bitch."
Well, Ying Lin said this.
"Mother, this is the last time I call you."
Ying Lin had a dagger in her hand, with a complicated expression.
"You bitch, stop being so pretentious. I never considered you my daughter."
Ziyuan sneered again and again.
Soon, she turned her eyes to Cao Yi, her face showing surprise and resentment: "Smelly Taoist priest, this is all because of you."
"good"
Cao Yi nodded.
"go to hell"
Ziyuan stabbed over with her sword in the air.
Halfway through the flight, he suddenly threw the long sword towards Ying Lin.
Her real purpose is to win over Lin.
If you can't kill Ying Zheng, kill Ying Zheng's daughter to make Ying Zheng suffer.
This woman is still vicious.
Cao Yi waved the hand in his sleeve, and the five elements of spiritual energy were released.
The sword turned upside down, flew back, and pierced Ziyuan.
Ziyuan fell to the ground again, but soon stood up again, and the wound disappeared.
"immortal!"
Four words came to Cao Yi's mind.
"This short sword of mine can break the immortal body."
Ying Lin came over and handed over the dagger.
Cao Yi waved the hand in his sleeve again.
The dagger flew over quickly and penetrated Ziyuan, who was helpless to fight back.
Bang, Ziyuan fell down.
Compared to the previous medium-to-high-intensity battles in the Lishan Valley and the Shanghai Museum, Ziyuan was so weak that people couldn't understand it.
At this time, a huge purple mist appeared in the Fountain of Youth, and then, Ying Zheng's painful voice came from inside: "Ah! Why did I become, ah, like this?"
I have to say that the Fountain of Youth is very powerful, but Ziyuan is still not dead. With a look of resentment on her face, she said intermittently: "Tyranny, you think that the curse back then is so easy to be solved. Wait a minute. Come out - don't scare - your bitch daughter."
"Father"
Ying Lin shouted and rushed over.
"You stay where you are"
Cao Yi caught Ying Lin back and ducked into the pavilion.
Seeing in the purple heat, the three-headed Western Dragon is taking shape, which is completely the same as the Eastern Dragon with strong aesthetics, on the ground and in the sky.
"Get out of my body"
Ying Zheng mobilized his spiritual energy to resist the power of the curse.
But it's just a delay. If no outside force intervenes, he will turn into a three-headed dragon sooner or later.
"Your Majesty, don't panic, Pindao will help you."
Cao Yi mobilized the power of mending the sky and attacked Ying Zheng.
Suddenly, a burst of milky white gas enveloped Ying Zheng.
"The big curse can't be solved"
Ziyuan continued to talk intermittently.
One second, two seconds... Two minutes, the first evil dragon head disappears, five minutes, the second evil dragon head disappears, eight minutes, the third evil dragon head disappears, fourteen minutes, the evil dragon body turns into a human body of.
"No-can-can, no-can-can..."
Ziyuan's face was full of unwillingness.
Cao Yi turned around and said: "I'm afraid you have only scratched the surface of the great curse technique."
"ah"
Ziyuan yelled unwillingly, tilted her head, and completely lost her voice.
There were a few splashes of water, and Ying Zheng, with his black hair disheveled, tall and slender, and sharp eyebrows, rose up from the Fountain of Youth.
"Thank you, Taoist priest"
"Your Majesty, just be fine."
Cao Yi smiled.
