When Ding Ling was stunned for a moment when he heard the word "Yiqi" from Bruce's mouth, he stopped at the edge of Bruce's skin.

"Then?" Ding Ling looked at Bruce's dark blue eyes, without any intention of removing Xuanyuan Sword.

"This ice crystal will produce three life forms, and it has been born twice. This is the third time... The first life form is complete, the second time only has souls, and the third time has no strength... As long as you control the third life form, you can take the ice crystal away."

Bruce finished speaking quickly in one breath, making Ding Ling feel a little trouble. Fortunately, Feng Wanxue's English is not bad. Although she is in poor condition now, there is still no problem in translating. After she finished translating, Mingyue frowned.

Mingyue said: "If dead objects like Wannian Ice become spirits, it takes more than a thousand years... Listen to what this foreigner said, then the one who just got into your body should be the last transformation. How could this be? What about the second one? Ask him, how did he know that they were going to transform now, what is the use of them?"

After Ding Ling translated, Bruce still bit and said he didn't know, but the prince asked them to come, and they came.

Ding Ling looked at Bruce with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see what the blood clan looked like, but he was soon disappointed. There seemed to be nothing else in Bruce's eyes except fear.

Just when he wanted to let this guy go, his mind suddenly moved and he was afraid. So he hummed softly, his sword fell, and the sword light flashed, and Bruce's arms were cut down at the same time.

"Ao!" Bruce roared in pain, and he looked at Ding Ling in horror. He didn't know why Ding Ling suddenly took action.

"I have added a soundproof barrier now." Ding Ling waved his hand and instantly unfolded a huge soundproof barrier. Then he indifferently pierced Bruce's arm that fell to the ground with his long sword and said coldly: "If you don't know anything, I will cut off all your four pieces and burn them clean..."

Seeing Bruce's face change drastically, Ding Ling continued: "You can also try to escape, but I'm afraid of betting, and I won't give you any more chances."

After saying that, a flame rose from Ding Ling's fingertips and reached towards his arm.

He knew that the blood clan had extremely strong recovery ability, and as long as his arms were still there, he could be taken up immediately. But if it was burned into coke... it would be impossible to handle it. After all, he was a bat, not a gecko.

Bruce finally knew that the man in front of him was a more terrifying existence than a demon. He endured the severe pain and lowered his head and murmured: "Oracle... His Highness the Prince obeyed the oracle."

Ding Ling's expression remained unmoved: "Where is the oracle?"

"The oracle in heaven..." Bruce pointed at the top of his head with his left hand.

Ding Ling sneered: "You Western blood clans are afraid there is no god, right? What kind of god is it? How could you come to the holy land of the Eastern world of practice to find this?"

"We...the great Smike family has an ancestor who is your god, and he is also our god...so I know, but I don't know why I want to find it." Bruce lowered his head and said, "Even if you kill me, I don't know."

Ding Ling looked at Feng Wanxue, and after Feng Wanxue translated it for Mingyue, Mingyue's eyes flashed a few times and nodded at Ding Ling.

Ding Ling pulled back his sword, kicked his arm over and said lightly: "You can leave now."

Bruce picked up his arm and put it back in place. He saw him recite a few spells, and the flesh that had been completely broken actually grew rapidly and quickly joined together.

Smike, who looked horrified and sad, quickly turned into a bat, spread his wings with his claws and flew down the mountain.

The bright moon looked up at the sky and said nothing for a long time.

Feng Wanxue also raised her head. Although she was weak, her wisdom still existed. When she sorted out the legend in her memory, her face turned pale a little again. She whispered to Mingyue, "Old Zhang Guo?"

Mingyue sighed, then nodded.

Zhang Guo Lao? Ding Ling was confused when he heard this. Feng Wanxue said softly: "Zhang Guo Lao, one of the Eight Immortals, pretended to be dead several times during the Tang Dynasty to avoid the call of the court, but his reputation became increasingly greater. Later, there was even a book that claimed that he was from the time of Emperor Yao and Shun. Then Emperor Xuanzong asked Zhang Guo Lao, a famous sorcerer at that time, who was the origin of Zhang Guo Lao, who was famous at that time, at that time."

"Ye Fashan said at that time, 'I dare not say it, I will die immediately after I say it'. Later, I finally couldn't resist the saint's order, so I said 'Zhang Guo is a white bat spirit in the first time of Chaos'. After saying that, Ye Fashan died directly..."

Ding Ling took a breath and kept talking: "Is there really a god in the sky?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he knew that he was talking nonsense... He had seen even Emperor Xuanyuan and even the real dragon, so how could he have no gods?

Mingyue withdrew her gaze from the sky and said quietly: "It seems that it is not calm either..."

Ding Ling looked around and said, "There is also uneasy below, bright moon, do you know what's going on? Why did Kunlun Mountain turn into a ruin? What about Yuanshi Tianzun? What about the Queen Mother?"

Mingyue shook her head: "I don't know, I can't remember it at all now."

Ding Ling said a little annoyed: "Then... there must be a clue... When will you wake up?"

"I don't know, but even if I wake up, my strength is limited by yours." Mingyue said lightly, and she took a light breath and said, "So we must find Yinglong first."

"Why?"

"Yinglong is very strong..."

"Why?"

Mingyue narrowed her eyes and thought for a while before saying, "Because... it is a dragon."

Divine Dragon?

"The green dragon is just a real dragon, and it is a divine dragon." After saying that, Mingyue stopped explaining, and she slowly walked towards the cliff: "Let's go, Ding Ling, go out early."

Ding Ling nodded. He looked back at Feng Wanxue, who was confused when he listened to the conversation between the two. He sighed and put his hand on her shoulder.

Feng Wanxue's eyelashes blinked quickly a few times, and she immediately guessed Ding Ling's next move. She said nervously: "I'm fine."

"Stop being strong, I'm at least half a healer. The Fire Spirit Pill can just help you stop the vagina that runs around in the river of life. As long as you move your spiritual power, your whole body will be frozen again." As he said, a strong guilt rose on Ding Ling's face, and he whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Feng Wanxue's eyes were bright: "It's not easy to let you say this..."

"But please don't worry, I will definitely cure you."

As he said that, Ding Ling forced a smile. He picked up the wind and snow in the waist, then strode his toes and quickly rushed towards the cliff.
Chapter completed!