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The ice mist condensed into the human form and appeared very suddenly, almost completely concealing Wang Yan's spiritual power perception.

You must know that Wang Yan is now an S-level powerhouse, and there are not many people in this world who can hide his spiritual power. And the woman in front of her, although it was formed by a cloud of ice mist, inexplicably caused a strong sense of oppression to Wang Yan.

From the bottom of his bones, he couldn't help but feel the coldness. At the same time, he also subconsciously guessed the identity of some of this woman.

Could it be that she is the goddess of winter?

Wang Yan's heart jumped violently again. If it was really her, this time it would be a big problem.

"Quack~" The three-legged golden crow was an afterthought, and it didn't know that there was a ghostly person behind it, and it continued to use mental fluctuations to say, "You don't know, right? The winter goddess is not only short-tempered, but also very stingy and uncertain. One second it looks cold, but the next it suddenly rains. This kind of hot-tempered goddess has to live for many years when she sees her. ”

Unaware of it, the chill around it was gradually thickening, and it continued to complain about the winter goddess very happily.

Even in the cold pool, Wang Yan still had a drop of cold sweat on his head, this stupid cuckold bird, is he going to pit all the big guys to death?

An invisible and substantial chill locked Wang Yan firmly, almost overwhelming him. This made his heart palpitate, this ice mist woman should really be the real goddess of winter.

In the control of the law of ice, she has reached the point where I am the law and the law is me.

Unlike an S-level powerhouse like Wang Yan, he is just a preliminary dabbling in the law, just a first glimpse of the way. The gap between the two cannot be calculated.

The reason why Wang Yan was able to refine the power of the cold ice law in the cold pool before was because the power of the law in the cold pool was just a wisp of meaning that no one could control.

However, at the moment, the winter goddess is casually exerting the chill, if Wang Yan wants to break free, he must go all out with great momentum.

Just a slight delay, the unaware three-legged golden crow continued to blow: "It's not the god who is blowing, I think when the god was at its peak, the goddess of winter was just a little sister." Forget it, if you talk too much, you should all be blowing it as a god. What we have to do now is to take advantage of the winter goddess's inattention, give her a few more sips of milk, and then quickly flash people. ”

When it comes to milk ~ juice, there is an indescribable sense of obscenity in the tone of the cuckold bird.

This made Wang Yan feel ashamed, why did he get mixed up with this cuckold bird by mistake? It is no wonder that these two goods will be cuckolded by the corpse Miaoyi.

"Alas~ these two goods are finished. Wang Yan's eyes also had a hint of schadenfreude.

It's not that Wang Yan doesn't have sympathy for him, but that this cuckold bird's sense of obscenity is too strong, and even Wang Yan feels that it really lacks a beating.

Sure enough, a strong chill suddenly covered the entire cold pool.

The three-legged golden crow, who was still boasting proudly, seemed to be a bald chicken that had been choked by the neck, and let out sharp mental fluctuations with a loud sound, and the old elder grew on the ground, and a pair of flame-like pupils almost stared out of his eye sockets, staring at the ice mist woman who suddenly appeared in front of it.

"Winter, winter......" Its mental fluctuations were intermittent, and its feathers like flames exploded from its roots, and it was terrified to the extreme.

The succubus blinked her charming eyes and stared at this scene for a moment, and the appearance of the winter goddess naturally surprised her, but as a female creature, at this moment, she wanted to see how the obscene cuckold bird died.

Only the hairy crab has no intestines, and the child, who has no intestines, is kind-hearted, and stretches out two big chelas to cover his eyes, as if he can't bear to see this tragic scene. By the way, it shivered on its other eight legs and quietly moved a few steps back to show that it had made a break with a certain bird.

A bird.

A woman.

The atmosphere was so eerie and awkward.

Suddenly.

A seemingly inconspicuous ice mist floated in, fluttering and fluttering as if it was slow and fast, enveloping the three-legged golden crow in an instant.

"Click!"

The three-legged golden crow, which was almost composed of flame elements, was shrouded in that inconspicuous ice mist, and instantly froze into a mass of ice sculptures. All the movements came to an abrupt halt, but the feathers and eyes were all lifelike.

"Poof!"

The ice-like three-legged golden crow fell into the already thin shallow pool, making a popping sound of falling water.

Seeing this, Wang Yan gasped.

It's really a powerful power of the Law of Ice.

Although the three-legged golden crow is obscene, its strength has recovered to above A, and the essence of its law is also extremely high-end. However, the incarnation of the winter goddess didn't even move a little more, and the three-legged golden crow was directly frozen into an ice sculpture.

It really deserves to be a legendary deity, and it really can't be taken lightly.

Succubi and hairy crabs were also silent, looking at the winter goddess incarnation in horror.

After cleaning up the obscene green hat bird, the winter goddess didn't even have the interest to take a look at it more, and her invisible and substantive-like gaze was aimed at Wang Yan.

Although her face was not really visible because of a layer of ice mist, Wang Yan could still feel the thick coldness on her pretty face. It seems that she has taught the three-legged golden crow a lesson, but she is just dusting off some dust on her body, and her real goal this time seems to be Wang Yan.

Wang Yanda's soul trembled slightly, and he sensed that the stupid bird was nothing wrong in the divine investigation, and after relieving his spirit, he protected the succubus and the hairy crab behind him, and honestly arched his hand to the winter goddess, just about to open his mouth to greet him.

Suddenly, that cold and faint voice sounded in Wang Yan's sea of consciousness: "Zhu Rong, we haven't seen each other for a long time. ”

Zhu Rong?

Wang Yan was shocked, and his face showed an incredible look.

This time he "listened" very clearly, it should be the word Zhurong. This is not the first time that I have mistaken my existence.

Previously, the Ancient Flame Demon in the Flame Forbidden Land had mistaken himself. And now, the goddess of winter has mistaken herself.

Could it be that he really has some kind of connection with the legendary Zhu Rong? Is that drop of liquid meteorite really from Zhu Rong's inheritance? Wang Yan couldn't help but be immersed in thought again.

Judging from the various signs, the adventures he encountered back then were already very likely to be related to Zhu Rong.

It's just that Wang Yan still can't figure out where the inheritance of the great god of Zhurong came from. In meteorite-related terms, most of the meteorites that fall on the earth come from two places.

One is in the asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars, and the other is the Kuiper belt.

If it's an asteroid belt, it's better, and when Wang Yan's spacecraft is built, he is ready to explore Mars and the asteroid belt. But if the liquid meteorite came from the Kuiper Belt, it would be very troublesome.

The Kuiper Belt is too far away from the Earth, and it is extremely vast.

Of course, the source of the liquid meteorite is very likely to come from the asteroid belt. Whether it is the information he got from the Temple of the Three-Eyed Clan, or some hearsay and rumors, it all shows that there was only a violent interstellar war between Jupiter and Mars.

Even the entire planet that existed in between was reduced to countless fragments and became an asteroid belt.

Perhaps, the fire god Zhu Rong of the year fell on the planet called "Bu Zhoutian".

After his spaceship is built, he must go and see it, Wang Yan secretly made up his mind.

Suddenly.

The clear and quiet woman's voice sounded in Wang Yan's mind again: "Zhu Rong, are you still blaming me? Back then, I didn't accompany you to defend your hometown for other reasons. ”

What she said was an inexplicable language, but like a mental fluctuation, after it sounded in Wang Yan's mind, it naturally transformed into a meaning that Wang Yan could understand. This is mental fluctuation communication, which is clearer, clearer and more unhindered than words. Many different races can also communicate with each other through mental fluctuations.

Wang Yan was excited, came back to his senses, and after a little understanding of the meaning she expressed, his mind fluctuated and said: "Senior, you recognized the wrong person." The younger generation is called Wang Yan, not Zhu Rong. ”

"Wang Yan?"

The cold voice seemed slightly unexpected.

After more than ten seconds of silence, her voice became clear and quiet again, "Indeed, your Vulcan bloodline is still very immature, blame me for recognizing the wrong person." Wang Yan, is your master okay?"

Master!

Needless to say, Wang Yan also knew that she must not be asking Uncle Pao, but Zhu Rong, who had never met before, so she replied honestly: "Senior, to be honest, I have never met Zhu Rong's predecessor. I got this inheritance by accident. ”

Wang Yan can almost determine that this existence that communicates with him should be the goddess of winter and hunting. Of course, it can't be her full consciousness, but it should be a wisp of her soul.

When his strength reached the level of Wang Yan, he could barely divide a few wisps of his soul and condense the flames ~ to fight. And at the level of gods, I don't dare to say that there are tens of millions of incarnations, but it is normal to divide a few more wisps of divine souls.

When the gods encounter things, they rarely go out of the horse, and they all wear a vest. It's convenient and safe.

It's like the clone of the hell demon god that Uncle Cannon and Aunt Cannon once killed, that's it. The death of a doppelganger is at most a loss of a wisp of divine soul, plus a physical body that has been cultivated hard, and it will not bring danger to the life of the deity.

In the face of such a high-end existence as winter and the goddess of hunting, Wang Yan didn't dare to talk casually, every answer was to seek truth from facts and be honest.

It's just that in the midst of these fragmented messages, Wang Yan actually had a vague feeling. It seems that there seems to be some different relationship between this winter goddess and Zhu Rong.

If it is really as Wang Yanzhi guessed, then things are too cool. Maybe the goddess of winter will look at Zhu Rong's face and give herself some unimaginable benefits.

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