The dark power contained in the God Lock cannot be refined in a short period of time, the wounds continue to bleed, and the flesh begins to rot.

However, when these dark forces spread to the twenty-first bone of his spine, a huge stream of blood burst out from that bone.

The Ice King's injuries healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the forces that invaded the body were dispelled.

"Roar!"

The Ice King roared loudly, his white hair flying.

Behind him, endless blood condensed into a tall figure with twenty-seven pairs of blood wings.

The palace master stared at the Ice Emperor's back, his eyes blazing and full of jealousy, and said: "Immortal Bones! The legendary Immortal Bones! How could your luck be so good? I have been looking for it on the White Star for tens of thousands of years and still can't find it.

I found this bone left by the ancestor Yin, and you actually found it!"

Qingyun Que originally wanted to leave to find the body of Patriarch Qingtian, but after seeing the immortal bones, he rushed up to attack the Ice King almost at the same time as the palace master.

"Shameless, three will hit one."

Under a female tree in the Immortal Blood Forest, Yan Yinger gritted her teeth and cursed.

Xia Yu's eyes were full of worry, and he glanced at the gap in the sky, calculating the probability of escaping from Baicanxing under the noses of Wu Bian and others.

Under the mother tree is the tomb of Patriarch Qingtian, but Xuetu has lost the mood to dig.

Once the Ice King dies, how can they stand a chance to survive?

Without his senior brother, and without his great luck, Xuetu felt that the so-called seeking wealth and honor in danger was just a lie.

What we are facing now is no longer a dangerous situation, but a desperate situation.

"I seem to feel my father's breath." Chi Kongle said.

Xuetu was overjoyed and said: "Is it true?"

"Maybe I miss him too much!"
Chapter completed!