After the demon king failed to beg for death

"What did you bring me here for? I'm going to stop those two from fighting."

"just you?"

Fu Ling will be in a dark cave with a rope tied to his body, and this rope is still a spiritual weapon.

"Where are you going?"

"To shut up."

Back in time to before the small half-pillar, Fu Ling was still anxious to use the double-headed python to stop the battle between Li Chen and Xiao Yunyi.

But Ling Chen didn't say anything, and directly tied him up, causing the big snake to change its course and run in the opposite direction.

He explained all the way, Ling Chen was not moved at all, he just walked by himself, until he was brought into this dark cave.

Probably because he was intimidated by Fu Ling's mobility, Ling Chen didn't let go of Fu Ling's control all the way.

The further you go inside, the colder you feel, as if you have entered an ice cellar.

The best spiritual root that Fu Ling left behind was the wood-type heavenly spiritual root, but he hadn't had time to cultivate it yet, and his ability to resist cold was not enough, so he was shivering in the cold in this cave.

"it's too cold."

You can spit out a cloud of fog when you say a word.

Ling Chen had no intention of helping him at all, his face was more serious than before.

His fingertips ignited a fire, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.

Fu Ling realized that there might be something hidden here, and the purpose of Ling Chen's coming in was to find this.

The further you go, the colder you can describe it, the ice and snow may not be so cold.

A layer of frost had already frozen on Fu Ling's eyelashes and hair tips.

Moreover, it is very strange that the spiritual power in this cave is too thin to condense at all.

Fu Ling felt that he would freeze to death in this cave first if he couldn't wait for the secret realm to explode.

At this time, Ling Chen's expression suddenly showed a slight movement, a kind of excitement that Fu Ling had never seen flashed through his eyes, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

This is something good to discover.

He pulled Fu Ling, who was already staggering, and walked in quickly, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

A cave that can almost use the ice and the poles appeared in front of them.

A very large night pearl is inlaid on the wall of the cave, illuminating the whole cave brightly.

In the center of the cave, puffs of blue smoke billowed from a huge bed of ice.

It was very cold.

Fu Ling's lips were already pale, and he could hardly breathe out.

He tried to get close to Ling Chen, using his body heat to keep him warm, and by the way, he wanted to remind this person that he could hardly stand it anymore.

The footsteps were too staggered, Fu Ling was unexpectedly unsteady, and threw himself directly at Ling Chen.

Ling Chen, who was immersed in surprise, didn't dodge at all, and was bumped into by a cold body just like that.

It was only at this time that Ling Chen realized that he could resist the cold air here, but this person with low cultivation could not.

Ling Chen sneered, helped Ling Chen, and patted him on the back with one hand, losing some spiritual power: "You are still the root of the heavenly spirit after washing the marrow, why are you so bad."

The warm spiritual power entered his body and relieved his coldness. Fu Ling then trembled his lips and replied, "Are you making rapid progress in your cultivation? I have only washed my marrow for a few days?"

I don't know which nerve of this ancestor was stimulated by these words. Seeing that he had improved, Ling Chen withdrew his hand again and turned to look at the huge ice bed in the middle.

Looking at the bed, Fu Ling felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, but probably it was too long ago, but he couldn't remember it at all.

There is an enchantment in front of this cave, which needs to be broken to enter.

Moreover, according to Fu Ling's guess, this kind of enchantment is generally more difficult to break...break.

Before he finished guessing, Ling Chen had directly broken the barrier very roughly.

It's very good, and it's not very difficult. It's probably because it's been in disrepair for a long time, and this enchantment is no longer good.

After Ling Chen opened the barrier, he walked in.

Fu Ling took two steps tentatively, but it was too cold, so he withdrew his feet again.

The temperature in this cave is simply not something a mortal can bear.

Ling Chen approached the ice bed, stared at it for a while, and raised his hand to sacrifice the black sword.

It seemed that he was going to take this ice bed away.

Fu Ling stood where he was, watching Ling Chen pry the ice bed up, and the surrounding fog almost formed an ice barrier around him.

One can imagine how cold it is in here.

However, something even more unexpected happened to Fu Ling.

With the prying of the ice bed, the ground under his feet began to tremble, shaking, like an earthquake.

His pupils narrowed slightly, looking at the bed in the middle of the cave, he suddenly understood something.

Although there are many treasures in this small secret realm, Fu Ling himself did not find a few. The biggest harvest is the soul-piercing fruit in his arms, but the bed in front of him is probably the most valuable thing in the small secret realm.

Maybe it's the formation that has maintained this secret realm for so long.

The ice bed can't be moved if you want to, and with Ling Chen's cultivation level, he actually has to work very hard.

Huge boulders had already started to fall in the cave, and the scattered stones around them fell down with puffs. Fu Ling kept his feet steady while avoiding the falling stones.

If this ice bed is really the eye of this secret realm, once the ice bed is taken away by Ling Chen, this small secret realm will soon collapse and finally disappear.

If this is the case, Fu Ling will feel relieved, the collapse of the secret realm and the self-destruction of the secret realm are two concepts.

The former will not harm anyone. After the secret realm disappears, everyone who enters the secret realm will be thrown out directly, while the latter is like a very powerful weapon. The power of the explosion can be described as devastating.

The movement of the ice bed was obviously at the most critical moment, Ling Chen's face became more and more solemn, and the simple black sword almost made a buzzing sound.

The tremors on the ground became more intense, and he grabbed the mountain wall beside him to stabilize his figure.

Ling Chen ignored everything around him, only seeing this big cold bed.

Looking at this scene, he probably couldn't care less about Fu Ling's life or death.

Fu Ling sighed, worrying about his own life all the time.

He came to get an ice stone, why did he have to pull himself.

Caves began to collapse, and mountaintops began to sink.

Fu Ling tried to use the Yinling Jue to summon the surrounding spiritual power, but it didn't work at all. The spiritual power here seemed to stop being locked up.

Stones kept falling from the mountain wall, hitting Fu Ling's body.

He couldn't even gather the spiritual power to support himself as a barrier.

Just when he couldn't help but want to curse, all the vibrations suddenly stopped.

Fu Ling raised his eyes, watching Ling Chen put the ice bed into the storage ring, and then stood in front of him in the blink of an eye.

He put his arms around Fu Ling's waist again, and said concisely: "Let's go."

He said he was going, but in fact he just flew out. The moment Ling Chen hugged him, the entire cave collapsed, as if the sky fell apart.

Everything behind him is shattering, breaking apart.

Trees, flowers and plants, rocks and hills, are shattered little by little, and dissipated in the air little by little, like a mirage that disappears.

This ice bed is really the eye of the small secret realm, and it is the most important thing to maintain the operation of the small secret realm.

Fu Ling was in Ling Chen's arms, everything in his eyes disappeared at an incredible speed, until a huge suction force attracted both of them in, and then he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Fu Ling had already returned to the inn at the foot of the mountain.

He opened his eyes, looked at the ridge above his head, and sat up suddenly.

There was still a little chill on his body, reminding him that what happened just now was not a dream.

Fu Ling looked around, this was still the room he used to live in.

How is the Little Secret Realm?What about Ling Chen?

Fu Ling hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door to go out, and just went downstairs when he saw a circle of Xuantianzong disciples in the hall downstairs.

In addition to the individuals I met when I came here, there are a few more, who should be the disciples who fell into the secret realm at the beginning.

Everyone is wounded.

However, those few outer disciples who had no cultivation level were missing.

Either the entrance was not found, or they all died in the secret realm.

"Luo Xuan, are you awake?"

When Song Yankai saw Fu Ling going downstairs, he rarely spoke first.

Fu Ling approached, just looked at these faces, and said nothing.

Song Yankai had a wound on his face, from the tip of his brow to his jaw, although it was not deep, it was extremely long.

This scar should have been produced in the small secret realm.

"Since you're awake, get ready, we'll head back to the sect right away."

Song Yankai's feelings for Luo Xuan are quite complicated.

From the beginning, he just took Luo Xuan as a guide, and whether he could survive in the secret realm was not what he should care about.

However, this person is like a weed, not only with tenacious vitality, but also very regenerated by the spring breeze.

Since he is still a disciple of Xuantianzong, he should bring him back to Xuantianzong and let the masters in the sect decide.

I don't know why, although he can be confident in front of other outer disciples, but this person in front of him feels guilty for no reason, and feels like being seen through everything.

Fu Ling was a little concerned about Ling Chen's whereabouts and the ice bed, and he didn't want to go back to Xuantianzong.

But right now, Luo Xuan's identity is still a disciple of Xuantianzong, and in the face of lack of strength to protect himself, staying there seems to be the best choice.

He didn't say a word, just turned and went upstairs to pack his things.

But in the eyes of others, this behavior is quite rude and defiant.

Especially for such an uncultivated outer disciple like him.

"Hey, who are you showing your face?"

A disciple standing beside Song Yankai suddenly scolded.

Fu Ling paused slightly, stood on the stairs and turned around, looking down at him almost condescendingly, his eyes slightly cold.

The disciple's neck felt cold when he was looked at, and for some reason he saw a murderous look in his eyes.

He was obviously a disciple with no cultivation base, but his appearance and aura made him unable to help but think of the suzerain of Xuantian Sect.

He was a little annoyed that he would be frightened by such a look, straightened his back, and continued to question: "What are you looking at, I'm talking about you, you are an outer disciple, who are you showing off to, everyone present is you Brother, didn't you even say hello?"

Song Yankai opened his mouth, wanting to stop him, but then he thought it was a good word.

It seems that from the very beginning, this Luo Xuan didn't pay attention to these inner sect brothers, and it really needs to be mentioned.

Fu Ling stood on the stairs, lowered his head, hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled.

He was born extremely beautiful, with red lips, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows. Ordinary people would not have the heart to say anything just by looking at this face.

Such a smile, although extremely cold, has a soul-stirring beauty, and the words of blame gradually become speechless.

Looking at this face, the disciple couldn't help but keep his voice getting quieter, and finally he just muttered: "You go upstairs and say something...we are about to leave."

Song Yankai: ...

He was not alone in being bewitched.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: I thought I relied on temperament, but I didn't expect that I relied on beauty.

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