In the depths of the cold geode, a shiny pattern shone on the silver-white branches, and the crystalline flower bones under the tree grinned with cold mouths, and milky dew hung between the prismatic stamens. A strong wind shook it, and countless transparent crystal beads rolled down from the stamens layer by layer, falling like ten thousand tears in the sea of crystal flowers, stirring up snowflakes in the sky.

The strong wind froze in the air, and a little boy with big eyes and a big head stood in the snowflakes with his tail cocked, holding a big ice hammer in his hand, and the ice hammer tilted like it could lift the boy into the sky.

The boy elf's small nose was raised high, and the tendons were gathered together, and the cold air whirled from the glittering ice hammer.

The ice elf's little hand clicked a few times in front of him, and the crystal flowers were shining, and dozens of crystal clear icemen stood in the sea of crystal flowers. Each crystal figure is lifelike, vivid, as if a skilled craftsman has carefully carved. At first glance, this statue is very familiar, but this ice is too crystalline, although the jade ice sculpture is thin, it is not clear for a while.

The ice elf's two chubby little hands grabbed the ice hammer handle, and slowly lifted the big ice hammer, the proportion of those small hands and the ice hammer handle was too big, making people worry that it would fall off from the small hands.

The ice hammer suddenly circled in the air, and with a cold air that penetrated through the bones, it formed a large arc and smashed into the iceman from the air. The silver sky was eerie and white with fear, and the ghost cried wolf and pulled the wind howl.

"Stinky saint, let you take your sister, stone you, stone you". The ice elf, gritting his teeth and scolding fiercely, slammed the surprisingly large ice hammer hard.

Click, click, one by one, under the heavy blow of the ice hammer, the iceman instantly cracked and turned into a small pile of ice slag. The ice elf was still angry, and slammed at the ice slag again, and hammered it indiscriminately. smashed the ice slag into a small pile of ice cakes.

The Ice Elf flew onto the ice cake and stomped on it a few times. Then he struck the next Iceman. Click, click, in the midst of the crystal flowers, the sound of breaking ice and slag sounded again.

In the cold crystal cave, Mo Xie stalked his head, reached out and touched his hot ears, feeling the harsh cold with a curse, and his ears seemed to have fallen into spicy water, scorching and burning.

Not only that, but there was a strong wind in Mo Ye's head. The wind went quickly, Xiao Xiao's cold wind seemed to be concentrated on the top of his head, and his black hair was coagulated with thick hoarfrost, as clean as jade, as white as silver, and he was completely a little old man with crane hair and a childish face.

Ruxiang leaned close to Mo Ye, staring at Mo Ye with beautiful eyes, and stared at Mo Ye's appearance. "A hundred bags of young masters. Who are you messing with, curse like this."

"No, no, it's too cold." Mo Xie replied in a daze. Mo Xie really didn't know who Lu Dao was provoking. I didn't feel it at the time, but I don't know if it feels so obvious today.

"Stoned you, stoned you". The Ice Elf danced the ice hammer and smashed the iceman.

A slick of ice smoke swirled and stopped not far from the Ice Elf. A bearded elf appears among the crystal trees. Brushed his beard. Said with a smile. "Cold stones, playing with icemen again"?

Hanshi's hand didn't stop, and he turned his head widely. "Millennial icicle protectors. I'm killing the saints, come, let's play."

The icicle protector shook his head with a smile. "I've got something to look for your father, yo, you iceman, I just met."

The ice hammer of the cold stone suddenly stopped in the air, turned into a burst of cold air and flew in front of the icicle protector, and grabbed the long white beard of the icicle protector. "There".

"Hey, Hanshi, don't break my white beard, little ancestor, this is my lifeline, ouch, ouch." The icicle protector screamed as he pulled the other end of his long beard.

"Say it quickly, or I'll be out of my power." Hanshi Zhilu said that this white beard was the weakness of the icicle protector. Every time you bully the icicle protector, this trick will definitely work. Many of the things that the thousand-year-old icicle protector didn't want to say were forced out by the cold stone elves in this way.

"Okay, my little ancestor, I'm afraid of you, I say, I say, you loosen." The big white face of the icicle protector was almost blue, but there was no way, the beard let this little ancestor catch it.

"You say it first, and when you're done, I'll let it go." The cold stone elf pulled unrelentingly, for fear that the icicle protector would run away again, and such things happened from time to time.

"Okay, well, it's in the cold road of my care." The icicle protector had no choice but to say with a bitter face. He can know that this little ancestor of the cold stone does what he says, he is really anxious, and if he uses his strength, his thousand-year-old holy beard will have to break, and this thing can withstand such a pull.

As soon as the icicle protector finished speaking, the cold stone spirit turned into a cold and piercing cold air, and it was blown away like crazy. "Oops". The icicle protector examines his whitebeard. Stunned, he glanced at the direction in which the cold stone elf flew.

"Oops, something big is going to happen". The icicle protector turned into a cold current and flew towards a large hall of crystals among the crystal trees.

Mo Ye moved, constantly touching his ears as if they were burning. Mo Xie really couldn't understand how he could feel like this in this extremely cold ice cave.

Suddenly, a soft, fluffy and soft warm breeze blew in his face, and Mo Ye was stunned. With the cold wind, whirring. There was a roar, and Mo Ye's face was tense. It was like a thick and big slap slapped in the face, and the wind was brutal, and it pierced into Mo Ye's face like a needle.

Mo Ye was shocked, and before he could react, his eyes were dark, cold, icy, and painful, penetrating through the ice muscle and jade skin. Mo Xie tilted his head back violently, and there were more than a dozen backflips in the air holding Ruxiang. With a pop, it carved into the wall of the cold crystal.

Mo Ye felt that his head seemed to be frozen and cracked, and there was a crisp sound, and two lines of blood-red ice skates were frozen under his flat nose. Mo Xie was blinded, and his whole head went blank.

A huge ice hammer appeared in front of Mo Yejel's eyes, which could no longer be turned. Slowly place it on your flattened nose. A sweet, greasy, cruel child's voice. "Stinky Saint, let my sister out."

Mo Xie stared at the transparent ice hammer in front of him. Through the ice hammer, a big black and crystal eye, braving a white cold flame, stared at him.

"Sister, this is Bingjiu's younger brother." Mo Ye's frozen brain began to turn, and the cold sweat that penetrated his whole body froze the whole person into the ice.

"Don't speak, you still want to hide, see if I don't smash your head". The cold stone elf stared at the dark eyes. Flutteringly, he raised the ice hammer, and a circle of milky cold current enveloped the ice hammer. Repeated light fog swirled outside the cold snap, and snowflakes drifted in the cold crystal cave. The beautiful and spectacular snowflakes became denser and denser, scattering endlessly in the air. Countless hexagonal spirits that look like flowers and butterflies are condensed around the ice hammer. With a roaring voice, it slapped towards Mo Ye.

Before the ice hammer fell, Mo Ye disappeared in a flash, and a black shadow flew out of the cold crystal stone wall and moved behind the cold stone elf, and a crystal hand just turned out.

The cold stone elf grinned and said secretly. "Play hide and seek with me".

Before the words fell, the ice hammer that flew out of the cold stone elf turned around in the air, with a small dewdrop, crystal clear, like dazzling stars in the night sky, naughty into countless giggling eyes, staring at Mo Ye's black ass. Slap it hard.

Mo Ye was startled, his body didn't turn, and the crystal hand that had just turned into a crystal hand instantly moved to his buttocks, trying to block the ice hammer with countless smiling eyes. With a bang, Mo Ye was like a black leaf blown by the wind towards the cold crystal stone wall opposite. Embedded in the crystal clear cold crystal, it never moved again.

The cold stone elf flew over in a flash. Like a delicate fat doll, she blinked mischievously with a pair of shining eyes, and sprinkled a thin layer of frost on her cute face. Quiet as the cold moonlight on a winter night

"Run, I've been practicing to smash you, I've been practicing for more than two years, smashing 10,000 a day, letting you run, being a master's wind hammer is jealous." The cold stone elf used a big ice hammer to push Mo Ye's ass, crossed his waist with one hand, and gritted his teeth and said. The white and flawless face shape and cute movements make you can't help but laugh out loud.

But no one dared to laugh, Ruxiang stood on the cold crystal stone road, crying and laughing at everything in front of her. I have lived in Wanyun Cave for 100,000 years, but I don't know that there are elves under this Wanyun Mountain. And it's such a cute elf. Look at the realm should be in the semen stage. It is equivalent to the solid root realm of the saint and the soul realm of the planting clan.

Don't underestimate the liquid semen stage of this elf, without 100,000 years of cold crystallization, it can't be crystallized at all. Although Ruxiang is the spirit of the refinement of the plant clan, it is incomparable to the ice elves, and the ice elves can often skip the challenge. This cold stone spirit seems to be in the same realm as Mo Ye, and it is not easy to clean up Mo Ye.

The cold stone elf suddenly stretched out his small hand and pointed at Ruxiang. "Little tree spirit, don't meddle, in my territory, you have to listen to me, otherwise you will return to your original form."

Ruxiang laughed after listening to the words of the cold stone elf. "Little Jingyou, where is your cold father and ice mother"?

The cold stone elf held the ice hammer in one hand and pointed at the incense with the other. "Do you care? Stand there honestly, don't move, wait until I finish cleaning up this stinky saint, and then I'll play with you, obedient, not allowed to move."

After the cold stone elf finished speaking, a crystal cold qi flew out from the fat little hand, white and crystalline, gathered in the air, and turned into a strange-shaped jade tree-shaped ice ridge, which flashed with cold light exquisitely.

Ruxiang really didn't move, staring at the movements of the cold stone elf with single phoenix eyes. "What is this little guy going to do".

The cold stone elf held the ice edge of the jade tree and glanced at Ruxiang, who was staring at the wide-eyed Ruxiang. Hey smiled. "Little tree spirit, don't look at it, this is not something that a woman's family can see, it's a matter between us men, turn your back, scare you and cry, I don't care."

"What do you mean?" Ruxiang stared at the cold and glittering ice edges, her brows locked. Immediately understood what the Ice Elf was going to do. "Oh my God! He's going to disembowel Mo Xie." Ruxiang's face turned green.

The cold stone elf was as white as incense. "A woman is a woman, and this little thing can be scared like this, it's not as good as a child of mine. Hey, go, go, stay away from here, don't spray blood."

The cold stone elf said, and the cold light glittered the tree-shaped ice edge cut towards the black armor on Mo Xie's back. (To be continued......)