Transmigrating into the male channel, she makes money to cultivate immortals and bring the villains

Guiyun Shuige's body technique comes and goes like the wind, and 456, who is already in the Nascent Soul stage, is as fast as an eighteenth-level gust of wind.She left several beautiful disciples behind and reached the outskirts of the Demon Suppression Tower in a few breaths!

"who!"

"Guiyun Water Pavilion is full of beauty!"

"Elder Wan?" The two middle-aged monks looked at each other and wondered: "There are still nearly ten years until the handover of the Demon Suppression Tower. The next sect to guard the tower is the Tianding Sect. Uncle Master, you are here..."

Of course Wan Rongrong could sneak into the Demon Suppression Tower without anyone noticing, but since she had planned not to hold anything back, and she had Wan Haifeng's corpse as a trump card, it was even more justified and she didn't have to worry about Guiyun Shuige's backstabbing.

Of course, enter through the front door and kill them openly!

Neither Rong Ji nor Xinghe can escape! The two of them must have colluded to get the "heart of ice"!
And that smooth-talking lewd thief!A shameless house slave with a young face and three surnames!

"I had a disciple who was so heartless that he killed his senior brother. Then you invited Dan Rongji, the treasure of the Immortal Sect, to hide him! So I'm here to demand an explanation in person!"

"Uncle Wan, please don't worry. There is no room for failure in the Demon Suppression Tower. You can go with Senior Brother Daoyan to Xiaozhu to have a rest. I will call Rong Ji to ask him in person!"

"What? You don't believe what I say? Or do you want to leave me alone so that you can have time to harbor the rebels?"

Wan Rongrong was unyielding when he got angry. Although every Nascent Soul cultivator had his or her own quirks, if his temper was so poorly cultivated, he was simply bad. She must be Elder Wan Rong.

"Uncle Wan has misunderstood..."

"Go away!" Wan Rongrong's patience would never exceed three sentences. She kicked them to the ground with her left and right kicks. A monk at the eighth level of the Golden Core and at the peak of the Golden Core had no chance to dodge in front of Nascent Soul. No.

"Rong Ji! Get out of here!"

Rong Ji, who was already frozen into an old popsicle, didn't listen to her voice. Jiang Ying, who had just finished his work and hadn't had time to wipe away his sweat, had his hair standing on end!
No, this Wanrong must be sick!

Jiang Ying cursed in her heart and kept testing the strength in her hands. During the day, her left and right hands were not very easy to control, but now they seem to be much more agile... If the golden elixir is at its peak, then the Nascent Soul...

It seems that he is still dying.

"What should I do?" Xinghe has a lot of secrets and no ideas at all. When something happens, he always asks Jiang Ying what to do. She knows what to do!

She looked at Xinghe, and then she noticed the ice crystals falling on him. Was it cold enough for a snow machine?
She gently brushed off a few pieces and watched the ice crystals stop in her palm.

No change, no change at all.

"I can't die, Rong Ji can't die, and you don't want to die either!" Jiang Ying murmured while looking at Bing Jing, then stared at Xinghe:

"Does the hot spring you...baked in have a name?"

Xinghe's eyebrows trembled uncontrollably. Jiang Ying saw this and spoke three words with his lips:

"Wash, heart, pool!"

Xinghe lowered his head.

Jiang Ying sighed deeply and wanted to look at him like a dead person: "No wonder that lunatic keeps chasing you. You really don't know how to live or die." "No, I... I just don't want to give it to her. I didn't hide it on purpose. You, I want to give it to you! But I don’t know how to give it to you. Maybe... find the heart-washing pool and go in again!"

"Have you read "Wan Zhi Ling Jian"?" Xinghe shook his head, and Jiang Ying finally remembered that it was written by Zhuang Haiping, and only He Shoufeng disciples need to read it for enlightenment.

"All spiritual plants that are 800 years old must be used with the help of a container magic weapon of at least an upper level. Because these spiritual plants will absorb Yuanyang! You! Pick the flowers directly with your hands?"

"I...but it didn't suck away my vitality."

"Do you want to see how green your face is? They say you are a thousand-year-old zombie on Kunlun Mountain... Damn it!" Jiang Ying was halfway through talking when something suddenly occurred to him!
It turns out that the idea of ​​"A Piece of Ice" is to occupy a body and make the owner of the body die unconsciously, and then it can...

Seeing Xinghe's panicked expression, Jiang Ying said calmly: "Anyway, you can't die now, and you don't want Wan Rongrong to be given the 'ice heart', right?"

While he was talking, Wan Rongrong had already walked over leisurely.She saw Jiang Ying protecting Xinghe behind her, and the funny look of the two of them as if facing a formidable enemy made her extremely happy.

"Death is imminent, why don't you come to the fairy sister and just protect that bitch?!"

In fact, looking at Xinghe now, Jiang Ying is like looking at a dead person. He suffered the loss of being uneducated and was taken advantage of by a spiritual plant. Judging from his expression, he still has three days to live at most.

Even if he dies, his body cannot fall into the hands of Wan Rongrong!
Now that there is no Teng Shuang as a "combat assistant", what other trump cards does Jiang Ying have to compete with the Nascent Soul monks?

Those totems!The "blessings" of those mythical beasts!
In this world of ice and snow, the safest thing is——

"plague!"

It is worthy of being a mythical beast. As long as the mind moves at will, without any formulas, finger tips, or mental techniques, an ominous black energy will emerge from Jiang Ying's head and become invisible in an instant!
To others, it is invisible, but to Jiang Ying, it is a giant black web with the word "disease" written on it. Various diseases are constantly floating on the web, and whatever Jiang Ying likes will stay on the web!

"What?" Wan Rongrong felt bad and took half a step back to hold up a transparent weak water barrier.

When Jiang Ying saw the soft barrier, his eyes lit up, and he turned to Xinghe and said, "I say freeze, you freeze!"

Xinghe followed her direction, looked at the weak water in front of Wanrong Rong, and nodded.

Jiang Ying started in a flash and came directly in front of Wan Rongrong. There was nothing fancy in his hands, and he waved something in the air!
In an instant, Wan Rongrong felt countless cramped and doom-like things coming down on him, and they actually passed through the weak water!
"Are you stupid for sleeping with a man? The buoyancy of weak water is zero, and all objects will sink. If you use it as a shield, you should have died!" Jiang Ying watched as the "plague" penetrated into the weak water, and in the huge Penetrates quickly under pressure.

Wan Rongrong, this is a virus customized just for you, enjoy it!
"Freeze!" Xinghe, who had been waiting aside as soon as Jiang Ying finished speaking, suppressed his fear of "weak water" and shot out a blast of freezing cold air from his hand, crossing with the sword that suddenly stabbed out of the weak water barrier. !
The weak water sword tore through the clothes and skin on Jiang Ying's chest, leaving a bloody line that was terrifying!
Xinghe immediately changed his target and put one hand on Jiang Ying's chest. He had no time to think of anything else, so he "cold" Jiang Ying first!

In an instant, Jiang Ying understood what "feeling cold" meant!Suddenly there was a hard lump on my chest!

While falling backward, Jiang Ying saw a small piece of ice coming out together with the blood.

Blood, and ice... liquid and ice?That ice is obviously weak water, which means——

The freezing point of weak water is higher than that of blood!
The moment he fell to the ground, Jiang Ying looked at Rong Ji, who was lying peacefully in the Demon Suppression Tower.

Saved!