Chapter 1969 (2/2)

As for the seven Hunyuan bones of tunri Jinhuang, not to mention.

Qin Xuan quietly looked at these three treasures, each of which was not common.

”It's a disaster to follow me now!”

”These three items may not allow you to enter Hunyuan, but at least you can enter qizhuan.”

Qin Xuan stroked the handle of the sword. ”After a while, I'll take you and chop the Hunyuan's head to avenge you!”

The handle of the sword moved, as if in words.

Qin Xuan a smile, he immediately, both hands coagulate Jue, see around that terrible cold then gather in this array.

Strands of cold condensation, Qin Xuan body, also gradually covered with a layer of light frost.

About an hour or so, the two immortals in Qin Xuan's body ran out. Not to mention, they even drank more than ten cups of Yuanding black ant wine.

And in front of him, cold condensation, and finally he condensed out a light blue flame.

This is the cold fire, which is very different from the nine cold fire.

Even if it was the cold fire in front of Qin Xuan, which was half a person's height, it didn't have to be one in ten thousand of that kind of cold fire in the distance.

Jiuyou cold fire is also a rare thing in Hunyuan.The sage disdains it, but he can't ask for it. Otherwise, this kind of fire has long been taken away. How can it exist in the Dragon desert?

Qin Xuan looked at the cold fire, and then he made a decision. At the same time, the fragments of the ancient sword and the three treasures all came into it.

The fragments of the ancient sword were frozen. After about a hundred breath, there was a slight tremor around.

Qin Xuan raised his eyes and felt something in his heart.

It's the Bijia immortal dragon that has come back, but here, he uses the array to cover up, and with the cold fire nearby, the Bijia Immortal Dragon can't feel it.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, and he continued to make the spirit decision and refine the ancient sword.

Another two hours later, in the dark cold fire, all the things, at this moment, crisp burst.

All things, at this moment, turn into ice crystals.

Qin Xuan suddenly congealed in his eyes and drank 20 cups of Yuanding black ant wine. Then he began to control the cold fire.

Among them, those tiny invisible ice crystals are gathering. Seven hours later, Qin Xuan's face is pale, and the cold is lingering around.

In the cold fire, the blade was white, and three grooves spread from the hilt to the tip.

Around the slot, there are more black veins, spreading, as if containing endless mystery.

At first glance, it is even more extraordinary.

Qin Xuan coughs up a mouthful of blood. The blood falls to the ground and freezes.

His face was as white as snow, and then he sat quietly.

With the buzzing of the ancient sword, Qin Xuan's waist is awe inspiring. However, the cold fire turns into a faint breath of ice and frost, which is swallowed and refined by Qin Xuan.

The cold here is terrible, but if it can be refined, it can be compared with the fourth-class spirit pulse.

Qin Qingxuan's body is cold.

At the waist, in the Dragon gourd of Da Luo Xuan, there are many mysterious lights like fire, refining the armor of all the sand eating ants.

Time passes quietly.

Six months later, Qin Xuan opened his eyes once. He walked ten feet forward and sat down again.

A year later, Qin Xuan opened his eyes again and walked forward ten feet.

Two years later This time, Qin Xuan walked out twenty-three feet ahead.

In the chaos Xianyuan package, Qin Xuan's eyes are calm and his hair is falling.

Jiuyou cold fire, close at hand!

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