Bing Jiu was anxious, spinning around like ants in a hot pot, pouting and fiddling with his fingers. The heart is like a deer crashing, thumping. , his eyes wandered, but he couldn't find the hole to go.

"Jiu'er, go to the cold cave, it's a big deal for us to come back." Mo Ye saw Bing Jiu's hesitant appearance and said indifferently.

Bing Jiu was surging with emotions that could not be calmed, and his heart was up and down, and his mood was like a turbulent lake. Most of the cold caves underground were dug by Bingjiu's father at the behest of Han Nu to find a holy relic called Han Jing.

The cold crystal ten thousand years of cold crystallization, the essence of cold qi, and the cultivation of crystal marrow, are the holy things that must be used for the cultivation of cold ice elves, but in the holy realm, the cold crystal refinement is very rare, and the cold veins can get cold crystals the size of rice grains, which is a lucky thing. Therefore, for millions of years, the cold cave has been digging deeper and deeper and longer along the underground cold vein. Keep moving forward according to Mo Ye's intentions, and sooner or later you will be able to find your head. But if you go on like this, you may be lucky to find the hole in a month, a year, or ten years.

Mo Xie didn't know the reason for this. Bingjiu is different, he has lived in the cold cave for hundreds of thousands of years, and of course he understands the situation in the cold cave. This road, Bing Jiu had guarded it before, and he knew it very well, there were not so many intersections at all, and it should lead all the way to Yuquan Peak outside Wanyun Cave. "Is it ......".

Bing Jiu didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he couldn't think about it anymore. An ominous premonition filled Bing Jiu's mind.

The Wuwu branch in Bing Jiu's hand flew out of the colorful light whip, and he made five dull whip whistles, and the sound was like Bing Jiu's state of mind, uneasy. The cicada twisted her body and flew in the shape of a dragon. Turned into white smoke and rushed into the cold cave. Excited, the black hole's eyes spewed brilliant sparks of happiness.

The bursts of cold air became more and more chilly with the flying of the coriander, and the skin exposed outside the battle armor trembled, and Mo Ye gradually curled up his body, staring at the cave that disappeared in the darkness with puzzled eyes. The range illuminated by the night crystal can't keep up with the speed of the coriander's movement at all. By the time the night crystal lit up, the cicada had already flown hundreds of feet away.

The terrifying darkness and cold, approaching inch by inch, devoured the sight little by little, and in the entire cold geode, there was only the low roar of cold friction and two intensified heartbeats, plopping, plopping...... responded.

Mo Ye's eyes suddenly gathered, and something flashed in his eyes, a dim and gloomy look. Whether it is the heavy dark gaze, the dark stone milk, or the ice crystals formed in the biting cold wind. Mo Ye's face spasmed with pain, shuddering, as if it were a pair of eyes, sad and helpless eyes, staring at the desire for life, but they were ruthlessly swallowed by the darkness.

Bing Jiu's face was gloomy, and it flashed just now. It was the corpse of a cold slave. How many cold slaves there are in the cold crystal cave, Bing Jiu doesn't know the way, but he is very polite to the funeral of the cold slave, and there is a cold mound not far from the cold hall. There are elves who specialize in the burial of cold slaves.

However, the cold slave who flashed just now was hastily sealed in the cold crystal wall, which was very inconsistent with the customs of the ice elves. Could it be that something has changed here? Bing Jiu's heart went up and down, knowing that the road of the Lu Road was not leading to the outside of the Wanyun Cave. But it drove the cicada to gallop into the hole.

The cold crystal cave devours the darkness with the devil's mouth open, and the cicada penetrates the black ink like a crystal pen of ink. A lagging white line was drawn "whirring", and the sound of breaking through the air became the only scenery of Hanjing Cave.

A few dim lights flashed in the distance, flashing like ghostly fire, silently staring at the linear white shadow.

The coriander suddenly stopped its shadow and stood in the void. Mo Ye and Bing Jiu's bodies rushed forward, their hearts pounding. The light of the night crystal was a late breath before it lit up.

I saw the cicada stop in a wide ice cave hall, and the chilling cold air rushed to my face, which couldn't help but make people creepy and frightened. Under the coriander cicada, there are thousands of icicles, each of which is sealed with a holy body, most of them are old dragon bells, and only a few saints have black hair and children's faces. Strangely, each of the Holy Bodies had their eyes open, their eyes grey, like a pool of stagnant water full of sludge, chaotic. It's more like being frozen in an icicle in an instant when you're extremely tired.

Mo Xie's sharp gaze pierced every corner of the cave hall, and only Bing Jiu's heartbeat and Mo Ye's breathing could be heard quietly in the cave hall, and there was no other sound.

"Cold mounds, how can there be a cold mounds here?" Bing Jiusi looked around, why is there a cold mound? But no one guards it, this is too unreasonable?

This cold mound is very large, and under the night crystal, only a small piece can be seen, and the shadow of the mound in the distance looms. A suffocating breath, permeating the cold, this is the fear of death condensing, the aura of gloom gathering. It's terrifying. It seems that at any moment, a cold hand will reach out from the icicle and grab the hem of your clothes, and there will be a terrifying cry. "Help me, help me".

"Bing'er, how to go"? Mo Xie didn't want to stay here for too long, and the ghostly aura here made Mo Xie feel uncomfortable. It's as if there are always a pair of ghost eyes staring at you in the dark.

Bing Jiu didn't speak, and with a wave of the sycamore, he drove the cicada to gallop in another direction. After dozens of sucks, Mo Ye's eyes widened.

I saw a cold air flowing out of a black cave, and the cold air flowed like a clear stream. At the end of the cold air is a forest of ice pillars.

The stream formed by the sudden cold air rushed from afar, as if carrying a heavy load, and violently overflowed with air flowers. After a few surges, a pillar of ice appeared at the end of the cold snap. Like a hand gently holding up, it silently fell into the cold mound, neatly arranged.

Mo Ye's eyes were as wide as copper bells. His face turned blue and purple, and the corners of his mouth twitched regularly, looking worse than eating a dead child.

Bing Jiu did not mean to stop, driving the cicadas into the cold stream, this cold cave is not more than two feet high, there are snow-white ice flowers growing on the wall, the ice rock is shaped like a crystal jade, shining dazzling under the night crystal.

The cold stream trickled. A brilliant and dazzling band of light is formed, shining on the space inside the cave as if it were day. Looking closely at the ice wall, after tens of millions of years of cold erosion, it has washed out a series of staggered deep lines, carving out pieces of white pebbles. It seems like a damp dripping stream, a rushing and a cold current.

I don't know how long it took to walk through the road, and the cicada seemed to be a little tired under the impact of the cold current, and it flew very slowly, so slow that it couldn't breathe in a few feet.

This is a gorgeous and colorful cold crystal road, and the color changes once every line is sucked, Mo Ye was a little surprised, the ice crystals are all white and transparent, how can the cold crystals here be colored. And there is also a cold stream flowing, the cold here is more than ten times that of the cold geode, such a cold place, can flow water in the ice, this is amazing.

This cold stream does not flow underground, but flows down on the cold crystal wall on three sides, converging into a rapid, flying in the meantime, surging sound, waterfall like thunder. Mo Ye looked at Bing Jiu, Bing Jiu also had a look of surprise on his face, sitting on the back of the coriander, and carefully observing the cold current on one side.

The sound of the water is loud, the cold air is overwhelming, a wave of hits, the water vortex rushes, the cold surge, and the audience is terrified. Bing Jiu didn't know what was flowing between the walls of the cold crystal stone of the Dao Dao, and his eyes were even more bewildered than Mo Ye's.

Drip, drip, the sound of the spring water and stone came from the deep and dark cold geode. The crisp sound of water droplets breaks the dullness. The coriander jumped excitedly, and the speed was much faster than before.

Although the ticking sound was very close, the coriander followed the sound for a long time, Mo Xie and Bing Jiu both stood anxiously on the body of the coriander and looked at the entrance of the black hole. The cold crystals on both sides have become very rough, as if they are in a hurry to dig and forget to repair, and the sharp ice front protrudes from it, and it can be cut through the skin if you are not careful.

There was a terrifying bang in the distance. The cold crystal cave trembled, and countless sharp ice picks broke in response to the sound and fell to the ground of the cold crystal cave. Without waiting for Mo Ye and Bing Jiu to set up their defensive shields. The white light on the coriander flashed, and an oval light mask wrapped the coriander. As the ice pick approached the mask, it hissed softly, turning into wisps of light air.

The cicada seems to be very useful for the clear qi made of this multicolored cold crystal. From time to time, the big black teeth stretched out, hissing and sucking.

Suddenly, there was a light in front of me, and a boulder towered in the way. The boulder is shining with multicolored luster, the glow is shining, brilliant and dazzling, and a stream of cold currents flow out around the boulder, extending the bubbling flow of the stone walls on three sides. Occasionally, a drop or two of chilly crystal water droplets drip from the protrusion of the boulder. That's where the dripping sound came from.

Cold crystal water droplets fell on the cold crystal, but with a crisp sound, they disappeared. It was as if the crystal droplets were made of invisible gas.

Mo Ye and Bing Jiu looked at the boulder in a daze. I saw that the boulder was carved with strange runes, curved lines, smooth sharp rhyme, revealing a strange cold murderous aura, and the runes extended to the surrounding cold crystal stone walls. Naturally connected into one.

Mo Xie couldn't help but shudder as he looked at the strange runes. It turned out that the ravines on the cold crystal stone walls on both sides of the road were not washed out by the cold crystal stream, but the pen power of this strange rune.

Mo Xie stared at the strange runes for a long time, but he didn't understand the runes, so he had to turn his head to look at Bing Jiu. "Jiu'er, do you know this ancient symbol"?

Mo Ye's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, waking Bing Jiu up from his confusion. There were a few shivers in a row. There was a frightened look on his face, and a white mist rose from his big head in an instant, and his two little hands seemed to be burned, rubbing vigorously. I was so excited.

"What's wrong, Jiu'er". Mo Xie saw Bing Jiu's excited look. A large cloud of doubt rose in his heart, Mo Xie and Jiu'er had been together for two years, and they had never seen Jiu'er so excited. Sakura gasped with a small mouth, and white flames danced in her eyes. Staring at the boulder as if it was about to swallow it in one gulp.

"Jiu'er, Jiu'er". Mo Ye slapped the obsessed Jiu'er in a row, I don't know how many times he screamed, Bing Jiu still stared at the boulder with his eyes, or more precisely, at the strange runes. Because the runes that Mo Xie saw from Jiu'er's black, big, and bright black pupils were beautiful and mysterious curves. (To be continued......)