Cold Priest VS Ancient Ferocious Beast

The Ice Abyss is covered with ice all year round, and there is a dead silence as far as the eye can see.

Su Qingchen sat cross-legged on the Qingling Terrace at the top of the Ice Abyss, his white robe dancing lightly in the biting cold wind.

Some weak but restless mental power mixed in with the passing wind and followed.

"Woo..."

"Hahahahaha"

"kill……"

The Ice Abyss is not a place for priests to reflect on their mistakes, and few priests have set foot there for thousands of years.

Evil belongs to fire, and some deep-rooted evil thoughts that cannot be eliminated are frozen here. This is a mass grave of evil thoughts.

If those who enter the Ice Abyss cannot calm their minds and concentrate on maintaining good thoughts, once they are dominated by evil thoughts, they will never be able to get out and will eventually degenerate into invisible resentment trapped here.

If a priest is exiled here, it will be regarded as an extremely severe warning from the God.

"kill……"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Evil thoughts rose and fell in the Ice Abyss, making low and evil sounds, gradually surrounding Su Qingchen.

Su Qingchen closed his eyes tightly and listened with bated breath.

"Three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of soul."

As the magic spell came out, a white light flashed from Su Qingchen's fingertips, spreading out like a sudden snowfall, and refreezing the dark cracks hidden in the ice abyss.

"Ah...wu..."

In an instant, the stifling echoes that came one after another disappeared in the cold wind.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha, kill... kill..."

There are still evil thoughts rampant.

"Suzaku and Xuanwu, guard figures."

Su Qingchen stretched out his palms, and a layer of white flames surrounded Su Qingchen. The evil thoughts that collided with the white flames turned into black smoke and disappeared into the ice abyss.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

But the evil grin did not disappear.

Su Qingchen was shocked to realize that Bingyuan's evil thoughts were growing so quickly that he could no longer take it lightly.

It was during this moment of distraction that a stream of black smoke pierced through the white barrier and entered Su Qingchen's consciousness.

Su Qingchen held his breath, concentrated his mind, and fought against the evil thoughts.

Su Qingchen's consciousness gradually began to blur, and a field bathed in warm sunshine appeared before his eyes.

He stood there, carefully observing everything around him.

"Owner."

The door of the thatched hut beside the field opened, and Mo Zhu, dressed in a black robe, walked out with a rare smile on his face. Su Qingchen looked a little dazed.

"You're back, master." Mo Zhu walked to Su Qingchen and held his hand. Su Qingchen trembled slightly and let Mo Zhu hold his hand without resisting.

"Master, I have prepared the meal and am waiting for you to come back. Let's eat together."

"I've finished the brown sugar paste you made for me. Can you make me some more?"

Su Qingchen looked at Mo Zhu, who was chattering non-stop and busy setting the table in front of him, hesitated for a moment outside the door, and then stepped into the house.

The moment Su Qingchen stepped into the house, the door suddenly closed, the light in the house suddenly dimmed, and a gust of evil wind blew. Su Qingchen was unable to dodge, and blood oozed from the wound on his cheek.

The hands have no temperature, the wounds have no pain, and the blood has no smell of blood.

"The three souls are eternal, and the spirit will never be lost. The three souls are eternal, and the spirit will never be lost." The sound of the spell gradually returned to Su Qingchen's consciousness.

The cool wind, the robe swaying gently in the wind, Su Qingchen gradually regained his perception of Bingyuan.

"The three souls are eternal, the spirit is unfailing. The three souls are eternal, the spirit is unfailing."

Su Qingchen continued to recite silently.

The white flames lingering around Su Qingchen gradually closed, and the evil thoughts that rushed over turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air.

Su Qingchen opened his eyes, looked at the white ice abyss in front of him, and let out a sigh.

The Mo Zhu in the illusion just now was too real, and Su Qingchen actually missed him a little. He seemed to have never seen Mo Zhu smile so brightly.

Mo Zhu always followed him deeply, always thinking about something, as if he had never been as happy as he was in the illusion just now.

He has always wanted to tame Mo Zhu, but he wondered whether Mo Zhu would be willing to restrain his animal nature and live such a humble life being ostracized by the immortals in the immortal world.

At this point, Su Qingchen's willpower became fragile again.

A ray of black light flashed by, and before him was the bed in Su Temple at night.

Mo Zhu was naked, and his huge body pressed heavily on him.

Su Qingchen's breathing became rapid.

"Master, your skin is like winter snow, and your neck has the fragrance of the palm tree. Master, I want to take you for myself."

Su Qingchen was horrified and struggled to push Mo Zhu away who was pressing on him.

But at this time, Mo Zhu was as heavy as a thousand pounds and could not be shaken.

Mo Zhu smiled evilly, pinching Su Qingchen's chin with his hand as if he was admiring a lotus in a pond, and stroking the corner of Su Qingchen's mouth with his index finger.

Caught off guard, Mo Zhu lowered his head and kissed Su Qingchen's red lips.

"what……!"

Su Qingchen's exclamation almost resounded throughout the entire Ice Abyss.

"Meow! Meow!"

The furry ball from the Su Temple seemed to have heard Su Qingchen's voice. He stood up despite the pain from his wound and turned around on the bamboo couch.

The little fairy boy heard the noise and ran in.

"Lord Mozhu! What's wrong?"

Maotuanzi continued to pace back and forth on the bamboo couch anxiously.

"Master Mozhu, please don't be anxious. Don't be anxious. We must wait for the High Priest to come back, otherwise he will be unhappy."

"Meow! Meow!"

Mo Zhu still couldn't calm down.

"Lord Mozhu, uh..."

The little fairy boy was also a little anxious.

"Uh...shoes!"

"Master Mozhu, the High Priest said that you cannot get out of bed until you recover. Can I bring the High Priest's shoes to your bamboo couch? You can sleep in them."

The little fairy boy felt that he had come up with the best idea.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

The anxious Maotuanzi finally calmed down a little.

"Come, Master Mozhu, take the shoes of the Master Priest!"

"Gulu...Gulu..."

Mo Zhu rubbed his shoes with his head and then crawled in.

"Master Mozhu, we can't make the High Priest angry anymore. Please stay here. You may be able to return to your human form soon, but you must not leave the temple, understand?"

The little fairy boy was still very worried about Lord Mozhu, as he seemed to be really disobedient.

"I didn't dare to say anything to you after you turned back into human form, so I'm telling you again now, don't go out later."

Mo Zhu rested his head on the shoe opening and ignored the little fairy boy.

"I know you heard it. I'll wait outside."

The little fairy boy mustered up the courage to speak and then left the bedroom.