Doomsday Sanctuary

In the room, the two eyes faced each other, one flashing coldly, and the other as indifferent as the wind, and they were even on the same level.

After the film's breath, Di Ping had to admit that the old monster who had lived for thousands of years was really hard to deal with. Seeing her indifferent appearance, she was completely satisfied.

"Sure enough, he is a cruel and cruel person who even counts the people of his own tribe. He has used everyone to the extreme. You succeeded, and I really can't let you go!"

Di Ping looked at the Ice Emperor with a look of contempt in his eyes.

The wind and clear clouds in the ice emperor's eyes gradually disappeared, turning into a piece of icy cold. Looking at Di Ping coldly, the whole room was cold, as if entering the ice world.

Such an expression made Di Ping a little startled. Could it be that his words stimulated the Ice King, shouldn't it!

After more than ten breaths, the Binghuang said coldly:

"Di Ping, you won, but it's not a capital that can stand up in front of me. I, Alicia, is sorry to Feiya. She is qualified to hate me, but you don't, let alone mock me!"

Di Ping smiled coldly:

"You sent Xuanfeng to kill me, didn't you be sorry for me? Didn't you be sorry for the method of stripping Yang'er blood? You deliberately sent Feiya to the holy ground and was taken away by the ice phoenix, causing me to lose my favorite person. Are you sorry for me?"

After hearing Di Ping's words, the ice emperor flashed light in his beautiful eyes:

"Kill you, at that time you were just an indigenous person. Are you worthy of Feiya? Feiya is a talented person, and you are also worthy to defile her, and let her give birth to you. I will not kill you! "

"Okay, this is understandable, how does Yanger explain?"

Di Ping said solemnly.

The Ice Emperor said lightly:

"Yang'er, I have personally raised for two years and want to train it myself, but his blood is mixed, and his potential is not s-level. I purify the blood for him, so that he can withstand the ice and phoenix bloodline, and it will be stronger in the future. Nothing wrong!"

Di Ping's eyes became cold, and he said solemnly:

"Then what if Yang'er can't bear it? Have you ever thought about what will happen to Feiya if something happens to Yang'er?"

The Binghuang said lightly:

"If you can't bear it, it means that his consciousness is insufficient for you, and his future achievements are not high. What's the use of surviving it is a waste!"

Di Ping's eyes sharpened, and his killing intent rose again, and said coldly:

"This is how you cultivate, take Yang'er's life as a trifle!"

The Ice Emperor looked at Di Ping as if he was an idiot:

"Yang'er bloodline failed to enter the heaven level, I think it is because of your bloodline!"

Di Ping was taken aback for a moment. At that time, when he was getting along with De Feiya, his bloodline was not too high. Yang'er probably inherited his bloodline.

The Binghuang got the answer from Di Ping’s expression, she said lightly:

"With your current bloodline level, I don't believe that you haven't used the bloodline ascension method. Will the pain be less than Yanger's pain? This is a change of fate, how can you turn a cocoon into a butterfly without experiencing catastrophe? Yang'er only experiences less than 30 breaths of conflict every seven days. It is so lighter than purifying blood. If he can't hold on to this, he is not worthy of being a descendant of the Neil family!"

Di Ping was stunned again. He didn't know how to refute the Ice Emperor for a while. He was telling her that his upgrade potential was not experiencing the pain of life and death. It was not a minute and a second. It was a few hours to forge bones. The pain of marrow refining was indeed a thousand times stronger than that of the ice-fire conflict in Yang'er.

He looked at the Ice Emperor and wondered:

"In other words, are you sure that Yanger can support it?"

The Ice Emperor's eyes softened a little and said:

"With the improved bloodline stripping formation, coupled with the Xuanbing breath pulse pill refined by the ice phoenix blood crystals, Yang'er's success rate has exceeded seven levels, and Gima took him to the most bitter cold place to survive and temper his personality. The success rate is hardly lower than the ninth level. If he still fails in this way, then he is really not suitable for cultivation, and it is painful to live in this cruel sea of ​​stars!"

Di Ping looked at the Ice Emperor with a sneer:

"That said, not only do you have no fault, but you still have merit. I should thank you!"

The Ice Emperor glanced at Di Ping lightly and said:

"I never cared about you. Yang'er is the blood of my Neil family. I naturally want to plan for it. You don't have to believe it and continue to think I'm lying to you!"

Di Ping narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on the ice emperor's face. Suddenly he felt that the ice emperor hadn't lied. He didn't know himself at that time, only if he had been killed by the Profound Saint, so she really couldn't care about him at all.

There is no need to torture Yang'er, but the only possibility is that he wants to grow Yang'er into a knife, a sharp blade of the Neil family.

Di Ping took a deep breath, staring sharply at the ice emperor and said solemnly:

"Okay! You can explain the matter of Yang'er well, so what you did to Feiya should be something an ancestor should do?"