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Chapter 88 Frozen (thanks to Tang Jiuhong for the monthly ticket)
Although God Muying was created by the Ancient God Sect, he doesn't have much loyalty to the Ancient God Sect.

Gods like him created by polluting divine power are basically selfish and selfish, and it is absolutely impossible to sacrifice themselves for others.So under the threat of death, Mu Yingshen resolutely chose to apostate.

Looking at the overwhelming shadow monsters, Chai Jiangcui had a thought, thinking of his newly acquired supernatural power.

Snowflakes are flying in the vision of the sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient throne suppresses the glacier golden bridge, and a little ice crystal emerges on the fingertips.

"Take my trick, we can talk about it later, if you can't take it, don't mention it."

After saying this sentence, Chai Jiangcui didn't speak any more, and lightly swiped forward with her plain hand, and the blue light on her fingertips instantly spread.

Cold, extremely cold!
Mu Yingshen's face changed wildly. Since his birth, his divine body has been invulnerable to water and fire. Whether it is severe cold or hot summer, it is a description of the weather for him, and he will not feel anything at all.

But today, for the first time, he felt what cold is. This coldness penetrates the material and reaches the soul, even with his mysterious body, it is difficult to compete.

Wherever the blue light spread, all the shadow monsters were frozen, and the shadow giant transformed by the shadow god wanted to escape, but found that his legs and feet could no longer move.

The ice went all the way up along the lower limbs, Mu Yingshen could only lower his head and watch his body freeze little by little.He wanted to run the pollution divine power to stop it, but as soon as the divine power approached, it was frozen and became a part of the ice sculpture.

The light blue ice went up like maggots attached to the bones, and soon completely frozen the shadow giant. Even the divine fire burning above the head of Mu Yingshen was doomed, and the flames still kept burning.

There are ice sculptures everywhere in the spacious hall, and thanks to the spiritual consciousness of Chai Jiangcui, the Jiujiu people did not become the targets of the ice.However, they also felt a deep chill.

The tips of the hair are frosted, and all things die.Just by raising your hand, you can change the world.

The chains of ghost energy were suspended in the air, and Liu Sanniang pulled a stiff smile from the corner of her mouth.Mu Yingshen created such a huge formation, and was easily dealt with by the master.Doesn't that make you look useless?

Thinking of this, Liu Sanniang immediately knelt down and prostrated herself, shouting loudly:

"Master's divine power is unrivaled, and his Taoism is immeasurable!"

"..."

Chai Jiangcui glanced at the flattering Liu Sanniang, ignored her compliments, and drew back the Shuiyue Sword to the ground lightly.

click-

A series of breaking sounds sounded, countless cracks spread rapidly along the point where the sword tip touched, the tall giant transformed by God Mu Ying collapsed, and the body of the god dissipated into dust.

Most of the godless power of pollution that filled the air was absorbed by the card, and the remaining small amount was gradually washed away by the aura.

Shepherd Shadow God, fall!

The god died, and the shadow monster that appeared with the divine power also disappeared without a trace. In the huge hall, only a frozen divine fire and a slightly damaged soul-destroying bell remained.

Chai Jiangcui raised her hand, and the frozen magic fire slowly fell into her palm.

The pure white ice has purified everything, and the divine fire in front of him no longer contains a trace of polluting divine power, but is simply composed of the rules of the shadow god.

If ordinary ghosts get this divine fire, they can turn ghosts into gods, break away from the yin body and face the sun to become gods, and build temples to be worshiped by the world. It is a rare treasure.

Liu Sanniang raised her head and glanced lightly at Shenhuo, her eyes were extremely eager. If she didn't know the strength of her master, she would have thought of grabbing it by force.

Can become a god, who wants to be a ghost!
It's just that no matter how good something is, it is a divine thing after all.

The light blue ice melted, Chai Jiangcui lightly tapped his index finger, and the divine fire gradually extinguished, dissipating all the Shinto rules above.

"Master... master... you, you..."

Liu Sanniang, who was prostrate on the ground, stared blankly at the scene where the fire was extinguished, and then felt extremely distressed.

This move is simply a waste of things, no, no, this is basically destroying treasures, and it will not gain any benefit if it is dissipated directly.

"What, do you have any comments?"

Chai Jiangcui's voice was very flat, but to Liu Sanniang's ears, it was extremely majestic.

The magic fire left by God Mu Ying can indeed enhance Liu Sanniang's strength, but she is too careful and has not made any contribution, so Chai Jiangcui does not intend to reward her with this thing.

A ghost servant must have the consciousness of a ghost servant, and don't have a wandering mind all day long.

Feeling the rules of Shinto, Liu Sanniang's lips moved slightly, wanting to ask for the treasure, but seeing Chai Jiangcui's indifferent eyes, she finally closed her mouth very sincerely, and lowered her head again.

"No, no comment."

After a few breaths, the divine fire was completely extinguished, everything returned to heaven and earth, and Mu Yingshen was completely wiped out.

Patting the dust that didn't exist in his hands, Chai Jiangcui waved Liu Sanniang, who was kneeling on the ground, back into the porcelain vase.

"Let's go, the Ancient God Sect sub-helm in Dongshi Town has been pulled out, we should leave too."

Hearing this, the crowd who had watched the frightening drama for a long time woke up like a dream, and picked up the broken Dementor Bell on the ground and quickly followed.

"Oh, let's go..."

Walking on the dim stone stairs full of reliefs again, no one dared to speak.Even Jiu Jiu, who was most familiar with Chai Jiangcui, looked at her with a hint of awe.

To punish evil gods with a wave of hands, and to suppress Qi with a single word.Even if you are in the family, you should call yourself "Old Ancestor" respectfully.

In front of the strong, those who can still maintain a normal mind are still a minority after all.

At the same time, in a dense forest outside Dongshi Town, an old man with a little blood on his beard and hair was running fast.

The old man's expression was terrified, and he looked back from time to time during his escape, as if something terrifying was chasing him behind him.

The surrounding forests are getting denser and denser. There are no forest trails under the old man's feet, and the weeds are barren. This place is already deep in the dense forest.

The sky at midnight exploded with muffled thunder, the thunder sounded like joy or sorrow, and heavy rain fell from the sky.

As the mud and water splashed and the thunder flashed, a protruding branch of a nearby tree suddenly snapped off, and the fracture was like a smooth polished surface without a single bulge.

The fleeing old man stopped suddenly, hot blood sprayed from his throat, and under the dilution of rainwater, it instantly dyed a large area of ​​land red.

puff-

The old man in blood went limp and fell directly into the woods.

He frantically covered his throat, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.But under the continuous tearing of the remaining sword energy, no matter manipulating the muscle to oppress or block the spiritual power, it will be useless after all.

The raindrops fell on the blood-clothed old man, and the endless cold began to invade his consciousness.A flash of thunder flashed, illuminating the dark night sky.

Taking advantage of this short-lived light, the blood-clothed old man noticed the Shuiyue sword floating in mid-air.

"Ho~ho~ Master Jiedan... old man... after all, he still couldn't escape this disaster!"

His eyes gradually dimmed, and the blood-clothed old man in the puddle showed a trace of unwillingness on his face, and slowly stopped struggling, and all the breath on his body dissipated.

After waiting for a while, Shuiyuejian picked up the storage bag on the waist of the blood-clothed old man, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

(End of this chapter)