The Chronicle of the Sea Emperor of Another World

"You are so arrogant." The old voice was chilly, as if it came from under the ice.

Immediately after the sound came a majestic coercion, the mighty aura was like a heavy mountain slowly pressing towards the two of them, Fang Qitian himself has magic skills, so he is not afraid, and the power in Jimo Sheng's body has long been awakened , is not afraid.

The old voice snorted softly, as if it was strange that the two of them could easily withstand her pressure, "The boy is really not an ordinary person, but if you want to despise the power of the snow mountain with such little strength, then you are all wrong wrong."

Jimo Sheng looked around, and found that other people in the cafe seemed to have not seen their actions, and were still drinking coffee in an elegant manner. It seems that this old thing does have strength.

While Jimo Sheng was thinking about how to break through this formation, Fang Qitian tapped on the table lightly, reminding Jimo Sheng, "Look around here."

Looking closely, large swirls of snowflakes swirled down from the surroundings, like a light and graceful dance step. The beauty is beautiful, but there are hidden murderous intentions.

"Be careful." Fang Qitian yelled, opening and closing his palms, and pulled out a gleaming blue grid, covering his head. The swirling snowflakes made a crackling sound immediately when they touched the grid, and splashed blue-purple. spark.

Without Fang Qitian's reminder, Jimo Sheng had already scrambled on his feet, quickly dodged aside, pulled out his hand behind his back, took out the wooden moon bow in his body, squinted his eyes slightly, and shot a few arrows into the air, the green arrows were shot out by the bowstring Then it exploded in mid-air, turned into a green mist, and rose slowly, helping the blue power grid to lift up the falling snowflakes.

The old Fulong who was hidden by the side was secretly startled. Although the sacred object under his control was taken away by the group of bats, his strength dropped a lot, but that was compared to his previous self. An individual has the strength to challenge himself, no wonder he dared to utter wild words, insulting Xueshan, Fulong with a fiery personality and raised his eyebrows, but no matter how strong you are, so what?

Fulong speeded up the talisman in his hand, so the large snowflakes that had been held up by the blue grid and the green mist began to fall slowly again, and the thin snowflakes became thicker, with crystal light flashing from time to time , and the sound of ice beads colliding, Jimo Sheng thought to himself, this old nun must have brought a blizzard.

Jimo Sheng's guess was right. As one of the inheritors of the Snow Mountain, Mrs. Fulong has mastered the secret technique of Zhong Xue. She sealed the raging snowstorm on the Snow Mountain with secret techniques in a few talismans. In a narrow range, that talisman will exert incredible power, and many old demons who have been famous for a long time have died under this talisman.

Lightning flashed continuously in Fang Qitian's palm, crushing the falling snowflakes, and Jimo Sheng gradually frowned, these snowflakes were not completely condensed by spells, if they were not crushed, they would explode immediately if they fell on the body Come on, Fang Qitian's clothes are torn in several places.

Jimo Cheng had a thought, took out a ring, and poured mana into it. Soon, three gleaming merman guards jumped out. Immediately, they lifted up their big knives, long spears, and silver whips, and danced into a whirlwind. The snowflakes in the sky and the hail inside were all smashed.

Fu Long felt cold, how could it be a puppet technique?There are actually experts who practice puppet art on the mainland of China, and judging by the strength of those puppets, this person's puppet art has already reached perfection, the flesh on Fulong's face trembled uncontrollably, how could it be?

Fu Long faintly felt that he had kicked a piece of iron, but the pride that the snow mountain had brought to Fu Long all the year round had now become a heavy shackle.

Before Fulong could use his essence and blood to make this killing array more dangerous, Jimo Sheng, who found the opening and found the eye of the array, easily knocked away a few snow lotus flowers with his wooden moon bow. Soon, the sky was full of snowflakes, power grids, and green fog All disappeared, and Jimo Sheng also quickly put away a few golden armored guards, just kidding, this is the city center, if it is seen by ordinary people, it would be a shame.

Fu Long, who was sitting next to Jimo Sheng, stroked his chest with one hand, choked out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even paler, but Fu Long still straightened his neck, and proudly walked to Jimo Sheng, "This fellow Taoist, I don't know if I can find you." A place to talk about?"

"Not allowed?" Before the two of them could speak, there was a low growl with hints of anger coming from the door, Jimo Cheng looked, and it turned out to be Jimo Ran and Lan Hai with ugly faces.

For a while, the white-collar workers in the coffee shop were excited, God, what did I see?Four handsome guys and an old nun?It's about to die, 5P, so the young female white-collar workers turned their venomous eyes into peachwood nails and nailed the old female ghost to death. The men looked at the four men with ambiguous eyes. The taste is so heavy.

Jimo Ran stretched out his hand and pulled Jimo Sheng into his arms, and Lan Hai silently walked in front of Fang Qitian, announcing the ownership of the territory.

As a result, the atmosphere of gossip in the cafe became more intense. I didn't expect that there were still several legs between these four handsome guys, and they were dying. I haven't seen such a bloody plot for many years.

Just when everyone was guessing maliciously or outrageously what would be an even more earth-shattering plot, suddenly a melodious singing sounded in the ears of everyone present, and everyone's eyes went dark and they fell asleep.

Lan Hai looked at the old nun Fulong with an unkind expression, "I've made these people dizzy, let's go, I think you need to give us an explanation."

Fu Long smiled wryly. He originally thought that these two young people were powerful enough, but he didn't expect that their cultivation bases were even more unfathomable now, especially the man with blue eyes on the left, who exuded an aura just now. Almost suffocated myself.

Fu Long nodded, "OK."

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"That is to say, you shot Shengcheng and Fang Qitian for the pride of the so-called Daxue Mountain?" After hearing Fulong's words, Mo Ran said slowly.

Fu Long looked solemnly, "No one can insult the glory of Daxue Mountain."

Jimo Ran sneered, "This can be your reason for attacking Shengsheng? Is this what Daxueshan taught his disciples?"

Fu Long's old face blushed unconsciously, "This... By the way, I want to ask you a question."

The atmosphere in the room was a bit subtle, and Jimo Ran was naturally angry at the old nun's sudden attack on Shengsheng. You must know that Shengsheng's strength had not fully recovered, and Lan Hai was also a little unhappy, but thinking that he and Jimo Sheng had completely broken away from the past. The shackles of the relationship made me feel a little happy, Jimo Sheng and Fang Qitian were just a little unhappy, no one would be happy if they were suddenly attacked, but since I did mention that Laoshizi Daxue Mountain, so I could only sulk .

As for Fulong, she was even more depressed mixed with anticipation. What was depressed was that the strength she was so proud of had been repeatedly frustrated, and the one who defeated her was such a young generation. His heart was a little complicated, but thinking that these people might defeat those bats and get back the sacred object, Fu Long couldn't help but get excited again.

Seeing that no one answered, the old nun showed an embarrassing expression on his face, Jimo Sheng couldn't bear it, what is the fuss with the old man? "Well, are you visitors from different time and space?"

After saying this, the atmosphere at the scene became even more strange, Jimo Ran raised his eyebrows with a smile that was not a smile, "So what if it is, so what if it is not?" Jimo Cheng stroked his forehead, and Ran seemed to lose his mind when something happened to him.

Fu Long whispered a Buddha's name, "If you are visitors who accidentally came to this world, then you must want to go back." A trace of cunning flashed across Fu Long's old face, with a bit of cunning.

When I said this, several people present raised their eyebrows, but Jimo Ran snorted softly, "Old nun, please don't challenge my authority again and again, since I can survive the space storm safely, you should also know my cultivation level to the end How, if you deliberately show off again, I don't mind searching your soul."

Jimo Ran's voice was nice, and his tone was normal, but Fulong could clearly distinguish the sternness beneath that calmness, Fulong shivered, and looked at Jimo Ran, those clear blue eyes seemed to be filled with With a faint murderous look, Fu Long believed that the person in front of him really dared to do something.

Although he didn't understand how he touched the master's back scale, Fu Long quickly lowered his attitude, "It's like this, a long time ago, the space barriers in this world were very fragile, and there were often monks who were powerful in different time and space who didn't know what to do." Be careful when you come, and there are fewer and fewer people on the earth who are cultivators. There are no people with equal strength to check and balance those people, so almost every time people from different time and space come, it will cause a bloodbath. Until later, the Chinese mainland and the European and American continents Five people with relatively high strength in the world joined forces and used five holy artifacts to reinforce the space, and then there were fewer visitors from different time and space."

Jimo Ran looked at Fu Long coldly, making the teacher couldn't help speeding up his speech.

"However, not long ago, the group of bats in Europe had internal turmoil. After killing each other, their strength became very weak. The sacred objects they guarded were taken away by other forces, so they designed to deceive the sacred objects I was in charge of."

"So you mean to let us help you get back the holy object?" Mo Ran's voice suddenly softened.

"Uh... yes." Fu Long was taken aback, but still responded.

Jimo Sheng glanced at Ran in some surprise, why did he seem to see a tail wagging behind Ran?