Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 735 The final chapter of the return of the gods 24
Bitter cold pool water poured into the nasal cavity and ear canal, Quan Jiu shivered, his mouth and nose seemed to be covered with something, unable to breathe.

The pond water wet the robe, and the originally elegant hem became bulky, and her limbs seemed to be covered with stone baskets weighing more than ten kilograms, dragging her down desperately.

She struggled hard, wanting to swim upstream, but the hand on her wrist remained motionless, the "beast" lurking in the cold pool finally caught its prey, and let her struggle indifferently.

A chill flashed in Quan Jiu's eyes, he took out the dagger from the space, held the dagger, and stabbed at the hands that imprisoned her in a 180-degree twisted wrist!

The point of the knife pierced through layers of barriers of pool water, rolling up transparent and crystal-clear ice flowers. When the point of the knife was about to pierce the skin on the back of the man's hand, the man stretched out his two fingers, clamped the dagger with his fingertips and bent it lightly. His dagger snapped in two like a toy knife.

Quan Jiu's phoenix eyes were slightly cold, and he immediately let go of the dagger, lifted his legs up, and rode on the man's shoulder and neck from the front, trying to lock the man's throat.

A pair of big bony hands held her ankle and twisted it lightly, and the sound of bone cracking was transmitted underwater.

The pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, Quan Jiu's movement of holding his breath was chaotic, and the all-pervasive cold pool water immediately seized the opportunity and poured into her nasal cavity.

When the last breath of air in her lungs was exhausted, a strong force lifted her up, and with a few splashes of water, she fell heavily on the hard ice.

"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Quan Jiu immediately used spiritual power to hit his chest and abdomen, and the cold pool water that had been choked in was spit out of his throat instantly.

Because of her action, there was a cold gaze behind her.

Quan Jiuhong's red lips turned white from the cold, she sat halfway on the ice, turned her head and looked behind her...

What came into my eyes was a handsome face with a clear outline. The man has a handsome appearance, thick black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a pair of black pupils that make people feel like falling into an abyss.

Quan Jiu looked at the twelve ring scars on his head and the white and dry monk's robe, a light flashed in his mind, and she was stunned in place as if struck by lightning.

Is it him?

She once saw a pair of empty, lustless black eyes in the abyss on the day of God's Prayer. The eyes in her memory suddenly appeared, perfectly overlapping with the pair of narrow and cold eyes in front of her.

The person on the opposite side was also looking at her.

The woman is wearing a white silver embroidered butterfly blouse, which is all wet and close to her graceful figure at this moment, reflecting the gorgeous blooming peonies on the red tube top. Her waist-length black long hair is wet and close to her forehead, revealing her fullness forehead and small and delicate nose lips.

She looked at him with ice-cold eyes at first, and then a tinge of astonishment, even the chest outlined by the skirt was in a mess.

Feng Zui looked away indifferently, moved his gaze upwards, and met her with a vigilant gaze, his voice was more icy than cold pool water.

"Who sent you here?"

Since she showed a look of astonishment, it meant that she must know him.

Quan Jiu's brain was running fast, and she probably knew why she saw him on the day of prayer.

The spiritual power of the person in front of her was surging. Comparing her with him, it was like the difference between a drop of water and the vast ocean. Facing the monsters of the Mahayana period, Quan Jiu had never felt so small and powerless. In the period of crossing the catastrophe, he has even succeeded in crossing the catastrophe...

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes thoughtfully: "God pray...God pray..."

This is to pray to the gods.

In just a split second, she was sure that the other party was the latter, he was definitely a true god who had successfully overcome the tribulation, that's why she saw his true face on the day of God's Prayer.

There is actually a true god in the Sky Continent.

This news was too shocking, when Quan Jiu raised his eyes to look at his dry monk robe again, the vigilance in his eyes deepened.

He can instantly dry the cold pool water that frightens the gods and demons. Does this cold pool water really work for him?
Quan Jiu cupped his hands and saluted: "I have seen the holy monk, and I am a disciple of Tianyin Valley. I was chased and killed by a monster in the Mahayana period and came here by mistake. I disturbed the senior's Qingxiu. I still hope that the senior will be happy."

The words fall.

The man in a white monk's robe didn't make a sound for a long time, Quan Jiu raised his head in doubt, and met the mocking smile in the other's eyes.

"There is no one in the temple, why did you send you, a trash with only the Nascent Soul stage?"

His tone was cold and hoarse, as if someone who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly spoke, with a grainy texture like frost, and the strong coercion came, making Quan Jiu breathless for a moment.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Bald monk, tell me something, Lao Tzu's Nascent Soul stage, the first genius girl in the Sky Continent, why is it a waste?
"Well, I'm trash."

Quan Jiu coaxed so fast, she didn't expect to be exposed as soon as she lied, this old monster has been sealed for so many years, she dare not say that she is a member of the temple.

The water in this cold pool is unusual, it has the effect of suppressing spiritual power, the chill lingers all over her body, and it lingers for a long time, her bones are almost stiff from the cold.

If she didn't change her clothes again, she would probably die soon. At this time, she only hoped that the old monster would treat her like a fart and let it go cleanly.

Feng Zui looked at the girl who had a different heart and mind, and was obviously more aware of her situation than she was:

"You're dying."

The tone was indifferent and emotionless, as if to say that the weather is good today.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Mmp, if you don't know how to chat, don't talk hard.

During the short conversation, Quan Jiu has already obtained some useful information.

There is only one cold pool that can suppress the spiritual power and can melt the body of the true god, and it is in the Black Wind Valley.

The Sunset Forest is close to the Black Wind Valley, presumably she entered the Black Wind Valley by mistake through a maze...

If this is the Black Wind Valley where no grass grows and everything is barren, then the identity of the person in front of him is self-evident, but the question is, didn't Wan Chaolin say that the prisoners in the Black Wind Valley are monsters? ! !
The person in front of him has no demon energy, so there is a [-]% chance that he is a true god. If he is a true god, why would Wan Chaolin and others lie? !
Quan Jiu was full of doubts and didn't ask. Knowing that she was from the temple, it was undoubtedly a blessing among misfortunes that the man didn't kill her immediately.

Feng Zui raised his eyelids, his eyes lightly passed over her body, then he sat cross-legged in place and settled down, treating her as air.

The huge sense of oppression disappeared from his body, Quan Jiu relaxed his tense shoulders, and began to calmly think about how to save himself.

The cold and wet clothes stuck to her body, and the wind blew away the little heat in her body. If this continued, she would definitely die.

Enduring the biting cold, she crossed her legs and began to exercise. The cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage was useless to the cold pool water that could melt the bones of gods.

Quan Jiu's body temperature did not warm up, but with the passage of time, the skin of her body became colder inch by inch, and a thin layer of ice flowers formed on her fingertips and hair ends.

She breathed out a breath of hot air towards her palms, and only then did she feel sensation in her stiff hands.

(End of this chapter)