The golden lion blood dripped on the crystal ice surface, but it was soon frozen into blood-colored ice crystals. The temperature here was too low, and even the blood of the saint would be frozen quickly when it came into contact with the cold air.

"What!"

Suddenly being attacked, there was no time to react. Jin Sheng was shocked. He flashed and he retreated two miles. The golden fan in his hand turned into a golden ball, wrapping himself up.

"Bang bang bang..."

Even so, a few cold lights suddenly came again and hit the golden ball. Together with him, he hit the ball and rolled it in the air for many rounds.

Jin Sheng was in the ball, and the blonde hair on his head shook slightly, and a golden light emitted a gust of golden light. He then stabilized his body smoothly and flew backwards with the ball for four or five miles.

"roar……"

He roared in the ball, and the holy power became stronger, and his eyes were approaching the cliff of the Cold Crystal Ancestor in front of him.

The cliff did not crack, and there was no movement at all. His fan magic weapon seemed to have no power and could not break the cliff.

"come out!"

Jin Sheng roared, and he guessed that Mi Qingxue should not be dead. Otherwise, there would be no sudden such a sharp attack that suddenly emerged from the cliff. He was still confident in his magic weapon.

The few cold lights that had just emerged from the cliff were really powerful. If it weren't for the magic weapon of this golden fan that turned into a defensive shield, I might have been seriously injured just now.

"Zhaomaozi, do you want to come here too?"

At this moment, a thick sound came from the cliff.

"who?"

Jin Sheng's face changed drastically, and he felt very uneasy. It seemed that a peerless strong man was about to be born. Could it be that there is still an unparalleled existence in the cliff?

"Little Bastard, I can't even see where I am, so I dare to disturb the matter..."

The terrifying power of the Golden Lion Saint made the golden hair stand upside down, and his whole body was filled with goose bumps, which made him feel very uneasy.

"escape……"

The Golden Lion Saint no longer hesitated and directly used his ice escape technique, and his body disappeared into the ice layer.

"Hmph! The Harlem clan's ice escape technique!"

In the void, the figure of the Jiutian Han Turtle suddenly flashed, and her fingers held the ice layer below. After a while, a cold light appeared again with the Golden Lion Saint.

"You, who are you?"

The Golden Lion Saint looked up at the Nine Heavens Cold Turtle in the void with a look of horror. The man's aura was so powerful, as dazzling as a big sun, and he was far from his opponent.

He did get the ice escape technique in the Harin clan, just as Ye Chu got it from the old patriarch.

It’s just that Ye Chu was given to him by the old patriarch, and he sneaked in and learned secretly when he passed by.

The whole body was constrained by a strange force, but the Golden Lion Saint did not see the Nine Heavens Cold Turtle using any means, so he easily set himself down.

Could this be a living strong man!

This terrifying thought flashed in front of him. The Golden Lion King opened his eyes wide and looked up at the Jiutian Han Turtle above his head.

Bingyuan was the residence of the Ice God and his descendants back then. Could it be that this person was the descendant of the Ice God back then?

"Hmph! Vulnerable!"

Jiutian Han Turtle glanced at the distance, seemed to see something, and then said in a deep voice: "If you really kill Mi Qingxue, I will definitely make you feel in pain today!"

After saying that, the Nine Heavens Han Turtle had an idea and her fingers moved, and an ice prison slowly rose from the ground, escorting the Golden Lion Saint in.

"Let me go!"

The Golden Lion Saint's face darkened, but his voice did not dare to be too loud. He was indeed a little afraid of a strong man of the level of Jiutian Han Turtle.

This guy is too strong. If he really reaches the realm of a powerful man, he will be even stronger than his father.

"A thousand years ago, like you, a arrogant lion came here. I think you are the unfilial son of that lion, right?" Jiutian Han Turtle grinned, and the Ice Prison began to slowly descend.

The Golden Lion Saint was shocked and roared: "How did you do to my father!"

"I kill you!"

Thinking of his old father, the fear in the Golden Lion Saint's heart turned into anger, opened his mouth and roared, trying to scratch the Nine Heavens Cold Turtle.

"Hmph!" Jiutian Hangui snorted coldly, "Little Golden Retriever, enjoy it in the Ice Prison. I want to suppress you for a hundred years. In a hundred years, you will survive!"

After saying that, he pressed his palm down, and Bingzhuo and the Golden Lion Saint completely sank into the ice layer and disappeared.

"Girl, come out..."

At this moment, Jiutian Han Turtle chuckled and looked at the ice surface in the distance.

Mi Qingxue walked out of a piece of white ice. She was not injured, but was safe and sound.

"Senior is indeed extraordinary. It turns out that there is an ice prison underneath..." Mi Qingxue floated over with a smile.

Jiutian Hangui smiled and said, "Don't praise me. If you are a powerful man and you can't even deal with this little golden retriever, then I really have no face to guard the Lord here."

"This ice prison was the Heavenly Prison of Ice City back then, and it was a pity that it could only become an ice prison to imprison invading enemies." Jiutian Hangui sighed.

Mi Qingxue asked: "Senior, why do you have to protect this place? What are they here for?"

"For what?" Jiutian Han Turtle grinned, "It's not for the so-called immortal machine, also known as the god machine. They thought they could obtain the inheritance of the Ice God here and become a real god and fairy."

"Why were the only ones who invaded here back then? Did they find something? Otherwise, they wouldn't have come here for no reason?" Mi Qingxue asked.

Jiutian Hangui said: "My Lord is a cultivator who was finally cultivated by the spiritless thing. Although he was short of entering the supreme realm, he was not weaker than the supreme. His spirit was called immortals by many people. These hundred clans were actually not as simple as we imagined, and they were not even the strongest hundred clans in the divine realm at that time."

"I heard from my Lord that these hundreds of tribes seem to be from the same inheritance, and they are all branches of the clan of the clan of the Spirit."

"The clan of the spirit?" Mi Qingxue had never heard of such a race.

Jiutian Han Turtle nodded and said, "Yes, it is this clan of spirits. According to legend, this is one of the oldest races in the divine realm and one of the oldest races on this continent. They had no bodies at the beginning, and relied on the attachment of spirits everywhere to survive in the world. Over time, they created the unique technique of spirits, to search for the most powerful spirits all over the world. This spirit, including souls, spirits, and the original spirits of cultivators."

"It's just that this clan of spirits has existed for too long and later it divided into hundreds of clans, but some of the top clans still mastered the technique of spirits. They may not know what news they received back then, and heard that there were the most powerful gods in the cold domain, so the hundreds of clans formed an alliance to flock to them."
Chapter completed!