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The ice mist condensed into an adult form and appeared very suddenly, almost completely concealing Wang Yan's mental power perception.

You know, Wang Yan is now an S-level powerhouse, and there are not many people in the world who can hide his mental power. Although the woman in front of him was formed by a ball of ice fog, she inexplicably caused a strong sense of oppression to Wang Yan.

From the bottom of his bones, he couldn't help but feel the coldness. At the same time, he also subconsciously guessed some of the identities of this woman.

Could it be that she is the goddess of winter?

Wang Yan's heart thumped again. If it were her, it would be a big trouble this time.

"Quake~" The three-legged golden crow realized it later. She didn't know that there was a ghostly person behind her. It continued to use mental fluctuations to speak loudly, "Don't you know? The winter goddess is not only irritable, but also very stingy and uncertain. She looked deserted the previous second, but suddenly there would be a storm in the next second. This kind of goddess with a bad temper would have to lose her life for many years when she saw her."

It was not aware of it, and the chill around it was gradually becoming stronger, and it continued to complain about the winter goddess very excitedly.

Even in the cold pool, a drop of cold sweat still dripped from Wang Yan's head. Is this stupid cuckold going to kill everyone? He was about to remind him of the Three-legged Golden Crow.

An invisible and solid cold locked Wang Yan tightly, almost suppressing him from moving. This made him feel very palpitations. This woman in ice fog should indeed be the real goddess of winter.

In the control of the Ice Law, she has reached the point where I am the Law and the Law is me.

Unlike a strong S-level man like Wang Yan, he is just a preliminary study of the law and a first look at the path. The difference between the two cannot be considered.

The reason why Wang Yan was able to refine the power of the ice law in the cold pond before was because the power of the law in the cold pond was just a wisp of uncontrollable meaning.

However, if Wang Yan wants to break free from the coldness of the winter goddess, he must suddenly exert his strength.

After just a little delay, the three-legged golden crow continued to blow: "It's not me who is blowing, but when I was at the peak of this god, the goddess of winter was just a little girl. Forget it, if you say too much, you will think that this god is blowing. What we are going to do now is to take advantage of the goddess of winter not paying attention, suck her a few more mouthfuls of milk, and then quickly flash away."

When it comes to milk and juice, the cuckold's tone actually has an indescribable sense of despicability.

This made Wang Yan feel ashamed and embarrassed. Why did he accidentally hang out with this cuckold? No wonder this second-hand man was cuckolded by Yan Zi Miao Yi.

"Oh, this guy is finished." A hint of gloating was also seen in Wang Yan's eyes.

It’s not that Wang Yan has no sympathy for him, but that the cuckold’s sense of obscene is too strong, even Wang Yan thinks it really deserves a beating.

Sure enough, a strong chill suddenly spread throughout the cold pond.

The three-legged golden crow, which was still boasting proudly, seemed to be a bald chicken with a slammed neck, and a sharp mental fluctuation sounded. The neck stretched out, and a pair of flame-like vaginas almost glared out of their eyes, staring at the ice fog woman who suddenly appeared in front of it.

"Winter, winter..." Its mental fluctuations were intermittent, and its feathers, like flames, exploded, and it was extremely frightened.

The succubus blinked his charming eyes and stared at this scene without turning around for a moment. The appearance of the Winter Goddess naturally surprised her, but as a female creature, she wanted to see how the vulgar cuckold died at this moment.

Only the hairy crab claws had no intestines. The young master was kind-hearted and stretched out two large claws to cover his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see this tragic situation. By the way, it shook its other eight legs and moved quietly a few steps back to show that it was clear to a certain bird.

A bird.

A woman.

The atmosphere is so weird and awkward.

Suddenly.

A seemingly inconspicuous ice mist floated in a flash, floating like slow and fast, and instantly enveloped the three-legged golden crow.

"Crack!"

The three-legged golden crow, which was almost made of flame elements, instantly froze into an ice sculpture under the inconspicuous ice fog. All movements came to an abrupt end, but the feathers and eyes were extremely lifelike.

"Puff!"

The three-legged golden crow, like an ice sculpture, fell into the thin shallow pond, making a sound of falling into the water.

Seeing this, Wang Yan took a breath of air conditioning.

It's really a powerful power of the Ice Law.

Although the three-legged golden crow is vulgar, its strength has returned to level A and above, and the essence of its slightest law is also extremely high-end. However, the incarnation of the winter goddess did not even move, and the three-legged golden crow was frozen into an ice sculpture.

He is truly a legendary god, and he should not be regarded as a casual god.

The succubus and the hairy crab were also silent and looked at the incarnation of the winter goddess in horror.

After cleaning up the vulgar cuckold, the winter goddess was not even interested in taking a look at it, and her invisible and solid eyes were aimed at Wang Yan.

Although her face was shrouded in ice mist and could not be seen in detail, Wang Yan could still feel the coldness on her pretty face. It seemed as if she had taught a lesson to the three-legged golden crow, but it was just to dust off some dust on her body. And her real goal this time seemed to be Wang Yan.

Wang Yan trembled slightly during the soul attack. During the divine consciousness exploration, he sensed that the stupid bird was fine. In addition to the pine god, he protected the succubus and hairy crabs behind him, and honestly bowed to the goddess of winter, just as he was about to speak for him.

Suddenly, the cold and faint voice sounded in Wang Yan's sea of ​​consciousness: "Zhurong, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Zhurong?

Wang Yan was shocked, and an incredible look appeared on his face.

This time he "listened" very clearly, and it should be the word Zhurong. This is not the first one, he has admitted his mistake in his existence.

Previously, the ancient flame demon in the forbidden area of ​​the flames recognized himself wrongly. Now, the Winter Goddess recognized himself wrongly.

Could it be that I really have some connection with the legendary Zhurong? Did that drop of liquid meteorite really come from Zhurong's inheritance? Wang Yan couldn't help but immerse himself in thinking again.

From the surface of all signs, the adventure I encountered back then was highly likely to be related to Zhurong.

But Wang Yan still couldn't understand where the inheritance of Zhurong God came from. If it were meteorites, most of the meteorites falling on the earth came from two places.

One is the asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars, and the other is the Kuiper belt.

If it is an asteroid belt, it would be better if Wang Yan's spacecraft was built, and he would prepare to explore Mars and the asteroid belt. But if the liquid meteorite came from the Kuiper belt, it would be very troublesome.

The Kuiper Belt is too far away from the earth, and it is extremely vast.

Of course, the source of the liquid meteorite is highly likely to come from the asteroid belt. Whether it is the information you get from the Three-Eyed Tribe Temple or some hearsay rumors, it all shows that there was only a violent interstellar war between Jupiter and Mars.

Even the entire planet that exists there has been turned into countless fragments and become an asteroid belt.

Perhaps, the god of fire, Zhu Rong, fell on the planet called "Buzhoutian".

After his spaceship is built, he must go and see it. Wang Yan made up his mind secretly.

Suddenly.

The clear and quiet woman's voice sounded in Wang Yan's mind again: "Zhurong, are you still blaming me? There were other reasons why I didn't accompany you to fight to defend my hometown."

She spoke an inexplicable language, but like a mental fluctuation, it naturally turned into something that Wang Yan could understand after it sounded in Wang Yan's mind. This is communication of mental fluctuations, which is clearer and clearer than language and no obstacles. Many different races can also communicate through mental fluctuations.

Wang Yan was shocked and came back to his senses. After a little understanding of what she expressed, his mind fluctuated and said, "Senior, you recognized the wrong person. My younger name is Wang Yan, not Zhurong."

"Wang Yan?"

The cold sound seemed slightly unexpected.

After more than ten seconds of silence, her voice became clear and quiet again, "Indeed, your Fire God bloodline is still very tender, I blame me for admitting the wrong person. Wang Yan, how are your master? "

Master!

Needless to say, Wang Yan knew that she must have asked Uncle Pao, but Zhu Rong, whom she had never met before, so he answered honestly: "Senior, to be honest, senior Zhu Rong and I have never met before. I accidentally got this inheritance."

Wang Yan was almost certain that this existence who communicated with him should be the goddess of winter and hunting. Of course, it could not be her complete consciousness, but a wisp of her soul.

When his strength reaches Wang Yan's level, he can barely divide his soul into a few strands, condense his flames into pieces, and fight. When he reaches the level of the gods, he dare not say that he has transformed into tens of millions, but it is normal to divide a few strands of soul into a few more strands of soul into a battle.

When a god encounters something, he rarely takes his own actions and wears a vest. It is convenient and safe.

Just like the clone of the hell demon god that Uncle Pao and Aunt Pao once killed, this is the case. The death of the clone will at most lose a wisp of soul, plus a physical body that has been cultivated through hard work, and it will not bring life danger to the deity.

Faced with the high-end existence of winter and the hunting goddess, Wang Yan dared not talk about it casually. Every answer is to be realistic and honest.

However, among these fragmented messages, Wang Yan actually had a vague feeling. It seemed that there seemed to be some different relationship between this winter goddess and Zhu Rong.

If it is true as Wang Yanzhi guessed, then things would be too good. Maybe the goddess of winter would give herself some unthinkable benefits for Zhu Rong's sake.
Chapter completed!