Chapter 740 The Return of the Gods 24
The freezing cold water poured into his nasal cavity and ear canal. Quan Jiu shuddered. It felt like someone was covering his mouth and nose with something, making it impossible to breathe.
The pond water soaked her robe, turning the originally flowing hem into something heavy. Her limbs felt like they were hung with stone baskets weighing over ten kilograms, desperately trying to drag her down.
She struggled hard, trying to swim upstream, but the hand on her wrist did not move at all. The "beast" lurking in the cold pool finally caught its prey and left her struggling in vain.
A hint of coldness flashed in Quan Jiu's eyes. He took out a dagger from the space, held the dagger, and twisted his wrist 180 degrees to stab at the hands that were imprisoning her!
The tip of the knife cut through the layers of water barriers, rolling up transparent and crystal ice flowers. When the tip of the knife was about to pierce the skin on the back of the man's hand, the man stretched out two fingers, pinched the dagger with his fingertips and bent it lightly. The dagger that had originally cut iron like mud broke into two halves like a toy knife.
Quan Jiufeng's eyes turned slightly cold, and she immediately let go of the dagger, lifted her legs up, and rode on the man's shoulders and neck from the front, trying to lock the man's throat.
A pair of large hands with distinct joints grasped her ankles and twisted them gently, and the sound of bones breaking was heard underwater.
The pain penetrated deep into her bones, and Quan Jiu's breath-holding was disrupted. The pervasive cold pond water immediately seized the opportunity and rushed into her nasal cavity.
When the last bit of air in her lungs was exhausted, a strong force lifted her upwards, and with a few splashes of water, she fell heavily onto the hard ice.
"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"
Quan Jiu immediately used his spiritual power to attack his chest and abdomen, and the cold pond water that had choked him was instantly spit out of his throat.
Because of her action, a cold gaze appeared behind her.
Quan Jiuhong's lips were frozen white. She half-sat on the ice and turned her head to look behind her...
What caught my eye was a handsome face with clear outlines. The man had a handsome appearance, thick black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a pair of ink-black pupils that made people feel like they were falling into the abyss.
Quan Jiu looked at the twelve scars on his head and his snow-white, dry monk's robe. A light flashed through her mind, and she stood there in shock as if struck by lightning.
It’s actually him?
On the day of praying to God, she once saw a pair of empty, passionless black eyes in the abyss. The eyes in her memory suddenly appeared, perfectly overlapping with the narrow, cold eyes in front of her.
The person opposite was also looking at her.
The woman was wearing a white silk gown embroidered with hundreds of silver butterflies, which was now wet and clung to her graceful figure, reflecting the gorgeous blooming peony on her red bodice. Her waist-length black hair was wet and clung to her forehead, revealing her full forehead and small, delicate nose and lips.
She looked at him with eyes that were cold at first, then filled with surprise, and her chest, which was outlined by her skirt, became messy.
Feng Zui indifferently withdrew his gaze, raised his eyes, met her wary gaze, and his voice was colder than the cold pond water.
"Who sent you?"
Since she looked surprised, it meant that she must know him.
Quan Jiu's brain was working rapidly, and she probably knew why she saw him on the day of prayer.
The spiritual energy of the person before him surged. The difference between her and him was like the difference between a drop of water and the vast ocean. Facing a Mahayana-level demon beast, Quan Jiu had never felt so insignificant and powerless. This could only mean that the other party's strength was at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, or even that he had successfully crossed the tribulation...
Quan Jiu lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something: "Pray to God...Pray to God..."
It is a prayer to God.
In just a moment, she was sure that the other party was the latter. This was definitely a true god who had successfully overcome the tribulation, so she saw his true face on the day of prayer to the gods.
There is actually a true God in the Sky Continent.
This news was too shocking. When Quan Jiu looked up at his dry monk's robe again, the vigilance in his eyes deepened.
It can instantly dry up the cold pond water that scares both gods and demons. Does this cold pond water really have any effect on him?
Quan Jiu bowed and said, "Greetings, Saint Monk. I am a disciple of Tianyin Valley. I was chased by a Mahayana demon beast and accidentally entered this place. I am sorry for disturbing your meditation. I hope you will forgive me."
The words fell.
The man in the white monk's robe remained silent for a long time. Quan Jiu looked up in confusion and met the sarcastic smile in the man's eyes.
"The temple is empty, so they sent a useless person like you who is only at the Nascent Soul stage?"
The tone was cold and hoarse, like someone who had not spoken for a long time suddenly speaking, with a frosted grainy texture and extremely strong pressure coming from it, making Quan Jiu breathless for a moment.
Quan Jiu: “…”
Bald monk, please be reasonable. I am 18 years old, in the Nascent Soul stage, and the most talented girl in the Sky Continent. How can I be a waste?
"Well, I'm trash."
Quan Jiu was so scared that she was exposed as soon as she lied. This old monster had been sealed for so many years, and she didn't dare to say that she was from the temple.
The water in this cold pond is not ordinary. It has the effect of suppressing spiritual power. The coldness lingered all over her body for a long time, and her bones were almost stiff from the cold.
If she didn't change her clothes, she would probably be dead soon. At this moment, she just hoped that this old monster would treat her as a fart and let her go cleanly.
Feng Zui looked at the girl who was saying one thing and doing another, and he obviously understood her situation better than she did:
"You're dying."
The tone was indifferent and emotionless, as if saying that the weather was nice today.
Quan Jiu: “…”
MMP, if you don't know how to chat, don't force yourself to chat.
During this short conversation, Quan Jiu had already obtained some useful information.
There is only one cold pool in the world that can suppress spiritual power and melt the body of a true god, and it is located in the Black Wind Valley.
Sunset Forest is close to Black Wind Valley. She must have entered the Black Wind Valley by mistake through the maze...
If this was the barren Black Wind Valley, where nothing grows, then the identity of the person before him would be self-evident. But the question is, didn't Wan Chaolin say that the Black Wind Valley held monsters? ! !
The person before him had no demonic energy, so there was a 99% chance that he was a true god. If he was a true god, why would Wan Chaolin and the others lie?!
Quan Jiu had a lot of doubts but didn't ask them out loud. Knowing that she was from the temple, the man didn't kill her immediately. This was undoubtedly a blessing in disguise.
Feng Zui raised his eyelids, his eyes passed over her lightly, then he sat cross-legged on the spot and entered into a state of meditation, treating her as air.
The huge feeling of oppression disappeared from his body, Quan Jiu's tense shoulders relaxed, and he began to think calmly about how to save himself.
The cold and wet clothes stuck to her body, and the wind took away the little heat in her body. If this continued, she would surely die.
She endured the biting cold, sat cross-legged and began to practice her skills. Her Nascent Soul stage cultivation was useless against the cold pond water that could melt her divine bones.
Quan Jiu's body temperature did not rise. Instead, as time passed, her skin became colder and colder, and a thin layer of ice formed on her fingertips and hair ends.
She exhaled a breath of hot air into her palms, and her stiff hands finally regained feeling.
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