In the sky above the ice sea, the mutant silver locust, who didn't know how long it had been waiting, finally got a little impatient, and turned its head as much as possible, wanting to look at Su Tang, and at this moment, it sensed that Su Tang was standing up from the Holy Throne, and immediately stopped moving.

Su Tang let out a long breath, and there was an extra primordial spirit in his brain.

MONOCULUS: Elemental Spirit, Level 5.

There are already eight Yuanlu, which is worthy of his hard search for several years.

Su Tang began to operate the spiritual veins and activated the Demon Eye Yuanqi, a black qi rose from the top of his head, turning into a half-virtual and half-real pupil, and the whole world suddenly became different, losing all other colors except black and white.

Su Tang saw countless silk threads, emanating from his body, emanating from the mutated silver locust, and even the ice, icebergs, and rippling sea water on the earth were all exuding the same silk threads.

However, the physical body was different from those dead things, the mutated silver locust had five or six points of light on its body, and what he could see on his body was more than a dozen points of light, and the points of light were constantly swimming, and the speed of swimming was exactly the same as the speed of his spiritual veins.

Most of the inanimate dead objects such as icebergs and rocks could not be found, only a three-meter-high iceberg below, and faintly visible dim points of light swimming.

Su Tang pondered for a moment, his body drifted away from the mutated silver locust, and then fell downward, and when he approached the sky above the iceberg, he activated the magic sword, and the blade of the sword pierced down from above.

Rumble...... The iceberg shattered instantly, and a red strange fish about twenty centimeters long rolled out of it, and the body of the red strange fish was frozen hard and sank into the snow like a stone.

Su Tang put away the magic eye, the world of the magic eye was full of black and white, which made him feel a little depressed.

"Let's go. Su Tang said casually: "There is one last thing left." ”

On the hidden mountain, Zhuang Die hummed happily, grooming the vegetables in the pot, since she was taken to the hidden mountain, life has been very happy, the cultivators on the mountain are very friendly to her, and she doesn't need to do anything, there are a few cooks who are responsible for the diet of the cultivators, she only helps occasionally, and she is not tired at all.

However, sometimes, Zhuang Die will also be stunned, she can always vaguely remember that she should go to find something, or find someone, but whenever this happens, she will immediately keep herself busy, because she has an ominous premonition, what she is looking for is great pain.

Then don't look for it, Zhuang Die will always persuade himself in his heart like this, live his life happily, isn't it?

As for who she is, where she came from, where her parents are, and other things that are often asked, she can't remember anything.

If you can't think of it, you don't want to.

After washing the vegetables, she walked to the yard with the basin, still humming a song that she didn't know.

Just when she was approaching the backyard, she suddenly heard a faint scream in front of her, Zhuang Die was startled, and ran forward with the basin in her arms, she didn't think much about it, she was only worried about whether anyone had encountered any accidents and needed her help.

After a while, Zhuang Die rushed to the backyard and then into the middle hall, and then, she saw a tragic scene that made her soul fly.

The good man who had taken her up the mountain was cut in half by the waist, and the upper half of his body was crawling forward desperately, while several strong men with vicious patterns carved on their foreheads were talking and laughing.

"Let's go...... Let's go!" the good man saw her and immediately roared.

Zhuang Die reflexively threw down the wooden basin, turned around and ran out, but her speed was too slow, and after only a few steps, a strong man grabbed her hair and knocked her to the ground.

The next moment, the strong man suddenly raised the machete in his hand, and Zhuang Die, whose body was stiff and unable to move, only then did he see the pattern on the strong man's forehead, which was a black terrifying scorpion.

The strange thing is that by this time, Zhuang Die was not too scared, she only felt that she hated that kind of pattern very much.

The strong man raised his knife and slashed at Zhuang Die's head, and at the moment of life and death, a hand poked out from the side and grabbed the strong man's wrist.

She was rescued by a young man, dressed in a white robe with patterns carved not only on his forehead, but also with scorpions painted on it.

Zhuang Die also felt disgust for the person who saved her, but she didn't dare to express her hatred, so she just lowered her head timidly.

"Young patriarch. The strong man said respectfully.

"You reckless men, why don't you have any pity for the jade?" said the young patriarch unhappily.

"You're right, we're being reckless. The strong man said hurriedly.

"Little girl, don't be afraid. The young patriarch looked at Zhuang Die and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Come, get up." ”

Zhuang Die didn't want to have any contact with the other party, and retreated.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. The young patriarch smiled, then leaned down and reached out to grab Zhuang Die's hand.

Zhuang Die's heart was full of fear, but when she found that the young patriarch's hand came from a damp and cold feeling, she couldn't control herself anymore, and shook the other party's hand suddenly, and then kept wiping her palm on her clothes, and the instinctive disgust was exposed.

The young patriarch was stunned, and then he was furious, and slapped Zhuang Die's face with a palm, and Zhuang Die's body rolled and flew out, flying more than ten meters away, and fell heavily into the soil.

Am I going to die...... At the moment when the young patriarch made a move, Zhuang Die felt a strong killing intent, and the other party shot very hard, so she flew so far that she should be knocked unconscious, but ...... Why didn't she feel any pain at all? Zhuang Die found that the other party's attack was like tickling to her.

The young patriarch walked a few steps quickly, and kicked Zhuang Die on the cheek, Zhuang Die's head shook up violently, and slammed into the dirt, half of her face was deeply sunk, but ...... It still doesn't hurt at all, why? Zhuang Die's heart is nervous and curious.

"Stinky bitch, don't you have a face?huh?!" The young patriarch reached out and grabbed Zhuang Die's hair and picked Zhuang Die up: "Do you want to die?"

Still doesn't hurt...... Zhuang Die's eyes drooped, looking at the ground, and her mood didn't seem to be so nervous at first.

At this moment, someone walked in from outside the hall and said loudly, "Young Patriarch, the Heavenly Sage is here." ”

The young patriarch shook his hand hatefully, threw Zhuang Die to the ground, and then said: "Lock her up in the firewood room for me, you guys help me watch it, wait for me to serve the Heavenly Sage well, and then take time out to clean her up at night!"