Bingpo knew that the most spiritual creatures in this world were humans. It longed to transform itself into a human form, so it entangled Jiang Yixiu and prevented her from leaving.
It wanted to freeze Jiang Yixiu into the same coldness as itself, and then parasitize in her body to realize its dream of becoming an iceman.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Jiang Yixue woke up, and a turbulent black energy emanated from her body, which was the energy from the evil soul hidden in Jiang Yixue's body.
The flexible and cold ice silk made a crisp sound under the impact of the black air, and soon all broke into tiny pieces of ice and fell to the ground.
Jiang Yixue looked at the tree hole full of broken ice and couldn't help feeling confused.
I only remember that the ice flowers in the tree hole were crystal clear and beautiful, and suddenly, like a giant octopus, countless ice threads stretched out and wrapped around me, and then I knew nothing.
Jiang Yixue felt her body regain consciousness and her hands and legs could move. She quickly got out of the tree hole, fearing that the broken ice would extend its tentacles again to bind her.
She felt a little pain in her wrist, and found that in addition to the marks of ice crystals on her wrist, there was also a bleeding spot the size of a grain of rice, as if it had been pierced by something sharp.
Jiang Yixue didn't care about this minor injury. She just touched her arm and found it was surprisingly cold.
She wrapped her clothes tighter and looked at the sun in the sky. It was so strange. The sun in the world of immortality should be very warm. Why did it become so cold
Is it possible that the world of immortality also has changes in temperature
I don’t know how long it will take to leave this crappy place, this paradise for ancient warriors. It’s freezing here. If I had known it would get cold here, I would have brought more clothes.
She took out the iron certificate of immortality and found that the time had reached the last mark and three of the six small squares had turned red.
Oh my god, if I sleep in the tree hole for a while, I will only have fifteen minutes left to stay in the world of immortality. This is good, I can leave soon.
Suddenly, a Buddhist chant sounded beside me: "Amitabha, this girl looks so familiar."
Jiang Yixue then realized that there was an old monk standing next to her. It was Master Zhikong, the abbot of Xuankong Temple. Master Zhikong did not recognize Jiang Yixue, but Jiang Yixue recognized him.
Out of politeness, Jiang Yixue smiled and said, "It turns out to be Master Zhikong, hello."
Zen Master Zhikong also remembered Jiang Yixue's identity. This girl was not Ye Feng's girlfriend. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "Amitabha, I remember you. You are the champion of the Xuan level group of the Huashan Ancient Martial Arts Competition. Miss Jiang, am I right?"
"No mistake, I am Jiang Yixue."
"I didn't expect that we were so predestined. This time, entering the Immortal Realm, how did you gain, Miss Jiang?"
Seeing that Master Zhikong was kind and amiable, Jiang Yixue did not hide anything: "I have risen from the Earth level of ancient martial arts to the Heaven level, and I don't need to take the Heavenly Spirit Pill. The Changsheng Realm is really a paradise for ancient martial artists, and the spiritual energy is rich. Master Zhikong, you must have gained a lot."
Zen Master Zhikong smiled slightly, appearing modest on the surface, but his tone was full of pride: "I have already broken through to the peak of the Xiantian realm, Miss Jiang, you must work hard."
"of course."
Just as Jiang Yixiu was chatting with Zen Master Zhikong, an old man with a face full of flesh and a silver light under his feet flew through the air and saw Zen Master Zhikong and Jiang Yixiu.
The old man was Luo Tianquan, who had just recovered from his injury after Ye Feng pierced his shoulder with his finger. He was searching everywhere for new people to rob. When he saw Zen Master Zhikong and Jiang Yixiu, he was like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb. He immediately fell from mid-air and stood in front of Jiang Yixiu and Zen Master Zhikong.
Zen Master Zhikong's face froze. He had been practicing since he came to the World of Immortality and had never encountered those old monsters who had been practicing in the World of Immortality. When he saw Luo Tianquan flying on a flying sword, he felt both envious and in awe.
He clasped his hands together and said, "Sir, I am the abbot of Xuankong Temple..."
Luo Tianquan interrupted Master Zhikong's self-introduction impatiently: "I know, you don't need to say it, little bald donkey from Xuankong Temple, give me your longevity certificate. And you, little sister."
Zen Master Zhikong was furious: "Who are you? How dare you snatch my immortality certificate? Aren't you afraid that I will beat you with one punch?"
Luo Tianquan looked disdainful: "Little monk, don't call me old monk in front of me. I have been in this immortal world for nearly 500 years. You just came in and pretended to be an old monk. In my eyes, you are just a little bald donkey. When I killed the old monk Bi Hai, you were still air."
Jiang Yixue was surprised. This person could actually live in the world of immortality for more than 500 years. Is this possible? Is this old man crazy? He is talking nonsense.
Zen Master Zhikong took a deep breath. He remembered Luo Tianquan's name very clearly.
It is recorded in the history of Xuankong Temple that more than 500 years ago, Luo Tianquan, the founder of Tianquan Sect, destroyed Bihai Temple, a branch temple of Xuankong Temple, killed Master Bihai, and stole the Iron Certificate of Immortality that should have belonged to Xuankong Temple.
These are all secrets. Only the abbot of Xuankong Temple has access to such historical records. Outsiders don’t know that this guy with a face full of flesh can control a flying sword and even mentioned the name of Master Bi Hai in one word. He must be Luo Tianquan.
I didn't expect this guy to have lived in the world of immortality for so long.
Luo Tianquan winked and said, "Little monk, give me the Iron Certificate of Immortality, and I will teach you a powerful set of skills that are definitely much more powerful than the skills you learned in Xuankong Temple. You can continue to practice here. There is so much spiritual energy in the Immortality Realm, it is a paradise for ancient warriors. It is just around the corner for you to transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven."
In fact, Zen Master Zhikong had thought about staying in the world of immortality to practice. He had this idea the moment he entered the world of immortality, but he did not really become a monk.
Although he practiced Buddhism and attained enlightenment, he did not truly transcend the Three Realms and was not within the Five Elements.
He was used to being the abbot of Xuankong Temple, enjoying the supreme power of being in charge of more than a dozen branch temples and commanding nearly a thousand people. Therefore, he was unwilling to stay in the Changsheng Realm to practice and give up his position as the abbot of Xuankong Temple.
Seeing that Zen Master Zhikong was staring at him blankly without saying anything, Luo Tianquan thought that Zen Master Zhikong was deliberately ignoring him and became very angry.
He raised his finger and pointed a sword. The sword flashed and the flying sword cut through the sky like lightning and landed on Zen Master Zhikong's neck.
"Little monk, don't refuse my toast and drink a forfeit. Hand over the Iron Certificate of Immortality quickly, or I will chop off your head. You will not even have a life left, so what's the point of the Iron Certificate of Immortality? It's better to hand it over to me, and you can still live."
Zen Master Zhikong secretly cursed his bad luck. He would be leaving the world of immortality in twenty minutes, but he didn't expect to encounter such an evil spirit at this critical moment.
He was extremely anxious. What should he do? If he handed over the Iron Certificate of Immortality, he would not be able to get out. If he didn't hand it over, Luo Tianquan would not be someone he could easily deal with.