Over the ice sea, the mutated silver locust that had been waiting for for some time finally became a little impatient and turned his head hard to see Su Tang. At this moment, it sensed that Su Tang was standing up from the holy throne and stopped immediately.

Su Tang let out a long sigh, and there was an extra Yuan Soul in his brain.

Demon Eye: Yuan Po, Level 5.

There are already eight Yuanpo, which is worthy of his hard work over the past few years.

Su Tang began to activate the spiritual veins and activated the magic eye Yuanpo. A black air rose from the top of his head and turned into a half-fixed and half-full pupil. The whole world suddenly became different, and except for black and white, it lost all other colors.

Su Tang saw countless silk threads emanating from his body and from the mutated silver locust. Even the ice layer on the earth, icebergs and rippling sea water were all emitting the same silk threads.

However, the body is different from those dead objects. There are five or six light spots on the mutated silver locust, and there are more than a dozen light spots on him who can see himself. The light spots are constantly swimming, and the speed of swimming is exactly the same as the speed of his spiritual veins running.

Most of the dead objects that do not have life cannot find light spots. Only a three-meter-high iceberg below can vaguely see dim light spots swimming.

Su Tang pondered for a moment, his body floated away from the mutated silver locust, and then fell down. When he approached the sky above the iceberg, he activated the magic sword and the sword edge penetrated from the sky.

Boom... The iceberg broke in an instant, and a red monster fish about twenty centimeters long rolled out from it. The body of the red monster fish was frozen hard and sank into the snow like a stone.

Su Tang put away his demon eyes. The world of demon eyes was full of black and white, which made him feel a little depressed.

"Let's go." Su Tang said in a voice: "The last one is left."

On Yinshan, Zhuang Die was humming a song happily, washing the vegetables in the basin. Since she was taken to Yinshan, life has been very happy. The practitioners on the mountain are very friendly to her and do not need her to do anything. There are several cooks responsible for the practitioners' diet. She just helps occasionally and is not tired at all.

However, sometimes, Zhuang Die would be stunned. She could always vaguely remember what she should be looking for or looking for someone, but whenever this happened, she would immediately get busy because she had an ominous premonition that what she wanted to look for was great pain.

Then don’t go find it. Zhuang Die will always persuade herself in her heart to live her life happily. Wouldn’t it be good? Why bother yourself?

As for who she is, where she got out of, where her parents are, and other things she often asks about, she can't remember anything.

If you can't remember, you won't think about it.

After washing the vegetables, she walked towards the yard with a basin, still humming songs that she didn't know.

Just as she approached the backyard, she suddenly heard a scream from the front. Zhuang Die was shocked and ran forward with her penis in her arms. She didn't think much about it, just worried that someone had encountered any accident and whether she needed her help.

After a moment, Zhuang Die rushed through the backyard and into the middle hall. Then, she saw a scene that made her soul scattered.

The good man who took her up the mountain was split in half by half. His upper half was crawling forward desperately, while several strong men with vicious patterns on their foreheads were chatting and laughing.

"Let's go... go quickly." The good man immediately roared when he saw her.

Zhuang Die threw down the wooden basin like a conditioned reflex, turned around and ran out, but her speed was too slow. After just a few steps, a strong man reached out and grabbed her hair and overturned her to the ground.

The next moment, the strong man suddenly raised the machete in his hand, and his body was so scared that he could not move Zhuang Die. Only then did he see clearly the pattern on the strong man's forehead. It was a terrifying black scorpion.

What's strange is that at this time, Zhuang Die was not too scared. She only felt that she hated that pattern very much.

The strong man raised his sword and slashed at Zhuang Die's head. At the critical moment of life and death, he poked out one hand from the side and held the strong man's wrist.

The one who saved her was a young man wearing a white robe, not only with patterns on his forehead, but also with scorpions on his robe.

Zhuang Die also hated the person who saved her, but she did not dare to express her hatred, but just lowered her head timidly.

"Young clan leader." The strong man said respectfully.

"How come you rash men don't have any sympathy for yourselves?" the young clan leader said unhappily.

"You're right, we're too reckless." The strong man said hurriedly.

"Little girl, don't be afraid." The young patriarch looked at Zhuang Die and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Come on, get up."

Zhuang Die didn't want to have any contact with the other party, so she retreated for a moment.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The young patriarch smiled, then bent down and reached out to grab Zhuang Die's hand.

Zhuang Die was filled with fear, but when she found a wet and cold feeling from the young patriarch's hand, she could no longer control herself. She suddenly threw the other party's hand, and then wiped her palms on her clothes. The instinctive disgust was fully exposed.

The young patriarch was stunned for a moment, then became furious and slapped Zhuang Die's face with a palm. Zhuang Die's body rolled out, flew more than ten meters away, and fell heavily into the soil.

Am I going to die? At the moment when the young clan leader took action, Zhuang Die felt a strong murderous intent, and the opponent took action very hard, so she could fly so far that she should have been knocked out, but... why didn't there feel any pain at all? Zhuang Die found that the opponent's attack was like tickling for her.

The young clan leader took a few steps and kicked Zhuang Die on the cheek. Zhuang Die's head suddenly shook and slammed heavily into the soil. Half of her face was deeply trapped, but... it still didn't hurt at all. Why? Zhuang Die's heart was nervous and curious.

"Smelly, I'm shameless? Hum?" The young patriarch reached out and grabbed Zhuang Die's hair, and picked up Zhuang Die: "Do you want to die, do you?"

Still it doesn't hurt. Zhuang Die's eyes drooped, looking at the ground, and she didn't seem to be as nervous as she started to feel.

At this moment, someone walked in from outside the hall and sang: "Young clan leader, Tian Sheng is here."
Chapter completed!