Chapter 130

The wind and snow are three thousand li.

The cold air of xuanming covers the world.

The bonfire in the yard, however, only uses ordinary firewood. How can it be burned in this dark and dark atmosphere of ice and snow?

If it wasn't for Li Qinglian who had left some light of the mysterious Dharma world seal, in terms of martial arts cultivation, the first person to be frozen in the audience must be the little maid guarding the bonfire.

But Li Qinglian didn't think so much. She only thought that if the fire could not burn, she would die in the hands of the big devil like Ning fenghan and Changkong Wuji.

Li Qinglian didn't expect that Chen xinglie would ask her whether she believed it or not. He looked up in a hurry and thought to himself, "this big devil likes killing people most. If my princess says yes, the big devil's excuse for killing people will become less aggressive. In this way, will the devil become angry and kill the princess?"

When Li Qinglian read this, she shook her head and said, "I don't believe it!"

Chen xinglie asked calmly, "why don't you believe it?"

"This man's eyes are full of treachery, and his eyelids are moving all the time. He is not a good man! It's very possible that the northern halberd immortal has a cold front. It's probably this Mo Yi Xiao who called for it Li Qinglian replied decisively and thought to herself, "Mo Yi Xiao, Mo Yi Xiao, don't blame me for hurting you. I have no injustice or hatred with you. It's the big devil who wants to kill you. I'm just protecting myself..."

This speech, Mo Yi Xiao's eyes, is a piece of dead ash.

Chen xinglie shook his head indifferently and sighed with a little sigh: "it's not that I don't give you a way to live, just because you just said that, even the fool, don't believe it."

Li Qinglian could not help frowning.

When did Princess Ben become a fool?

Chen xinglie looked back at the extinguished bonfire, and then at Li Qinglian, who frowned bitterly and bitterly, and said, "if you are not a fool, why can't you even burn a fire?"

Li Qinglian did not dare to refute, but she was filled with resentment.

"You are frozen for thousands of miles, and even the land gods are frozen into ice sculptures. You even blame the princess for not being able to burn a fire. If you have the ability, show me how to burn it!"

"It's you who let the princess burn the fire, you are the one who snows. It's you who scold me for being a fool! I've seen a lot of heretics and heretics, but I've never seen one. I'm a person with a bad heart! One day, if I turn to be the master, I will let you be a horse and a cow, go to the mine in the daytime, and when I come back from work, I will serve my princess, bring tea and water, and wash my feet... "

Li Qinglian was full of worries, but she did not dare to say half a word. She lowered her head and looked at the pot of bean curd. Suddenly, she saw that the outside of the pot was frosting. She could not help but change her look.

If the bean curd is completely frozen, will the devil get angry and kill the person who burned the fire and bury the bean flower with him?

However, even the land immortals have been frozen into ice sculptures. Why does this pot of bean curd stick to freezing until now?

Why hasn't Princess Ben been frozen to death?

Li Qinglian was so anxious that she twisted her fingers. However, she saw that there was a tiny layer of fluorescence on her body, which was very similar to the light on the devil. It should be the same source.

There's a way!

Li Qinglian immediately ran Wu Dao Qi and blood, and tried to control the white light on her hand, shining on the bonfire and the bean pot. The ice on the pot disappeared in an instant, and then lit the bonfire, and the flame rose immediately.

What means is this?

The little maid looked at the bonfire and the light in her palm. She blinked her eyes and couldn't understand. She only knew that she didn't have to be buried with Douhua when the fire was on fire. She immediately exclaimed, "master, the fire is burning!"

Chen xinglie looked back at the burning bonfire and ignored Li Qinglian. He just walked to Lin Daoyuan.

All the people in the street are frozen into ice sculptures by the cold air of xuanming. Relying on their own martial arts strength, they have not lost consciousness for the time being. They can hear and see them. Unfortunately, this group of people's ability to resist the cold is not comparable to Mo Yixiao, unable to blink, can only like dead fish, motionless open eyes.

Lin Daoyuan is the only exception.

The master of Tushan clan held the handle of Wanli sad autumn sword in his hand. With the help of Shang qingkong's surging sense of sword in this sword, he actually kept the upper part of his body in the xuanming Dharma Realm shrouded in the cold air of xuanming, and was not frozen for the time being.

However, the frost in the lower part of Lin Daoyuan's body was still slowly spreading upward.

At most, after another incense stick, Lin Daoyuan will form an ice sculpture like others.

Chen xinglie asked calmly, "Lord Lin, do you think that sword just happened to be good-looking?"

Lin Daoyuan held the sword of Wanli mourning autumn, with its blade facing down, holding the long sword, he arched his hand at Chen xinglie and said, "your sword is very powerful."

Chen xinglie nodded his head and asked, "is it better for you to paint the mountain Zong shangqingkong?"

Lin Daoyuan is very anxious.

He suddenly recalled that when he was on the boat with Qin Wannian to plan a big deal, Qin Wannian said that Shang qingkong, the elder of the supreme emperor, was fighting Chen xinglie's sword. As a result, Chen xinglie's sword had not yet been pulled out, and Shang qingkong's sword intention was broken.Lin Daoyuan kept the respectful gesture of bowing his hands and said, "the elder of the Supreme Court is far inferior to your excellency."

Chen xinglie asked, "is this really true?"

Lin Daoyuan quickly nodded his head and said, "of course!"

Chen xinglie nodded with a smile and said, "Lord Lin is a real man. Last time, when you and I met in Yunlai Inn, I told you that we must meet these northern Xinjiang experts in Qingyun city. As expected, Lord Lin brought these people. He is worthy of being the patriarch of Tushan sect. He is sincere and sincere. I believe what you said... "

Lin Daoyuan was shocked.

I never thought that Chen xinglie would say that!

Lin Daoyuan opened his mouth and wanted to refute it. He wanted to say out loud that this matter has nothing to do with my Lord. It's not my princess who brought everyone to Qingyun city to die. My patriarch is innocent

I am really not a leader party!

Lin Daoyuan was silent in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word.

This is the scene.

How dare Lin Daoyuan retort?

There is no other way but to continue to muddle along.

Go down!

As long as you live, there is hope of life.

This black pot

My Lord has received it!

Lin Daoyuan said with a wry smile, "you are flattered."

Once this statement is made, the accusation of leading the party will be fully implemented.

Although these northern Xinjiang experts were frozen into ice sculptures by the cold air of xuanming, they could still feel it. They could hear the dialogue between Chen xinglie and Lin Daoyuan clearly. They were eager to rush over and tear the leading Party to pieces. Unfortunately, they were frozen in the ice and couldn't move, so they could only sulk.

A gurgling and boiling sound came from the courtyard.

The pot of bean curd has been cooked by Li Qinglian.

Chen xinglie pointed to the bean pot on the bonfire and asked coldly: "Lord Lin is a guest from afar. Do you want to drink a bowl of bean curd to warm up?"

Li Qinglian was stiff.

Oh, no!

The big devil is going to kill the Lord!

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