Dragon King I Am Supreme

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That night!

The fog thickened on the top of the mountain.

The temperature has become even more cold, and the master concubine, who has been sleeping in the house, can't help curling up because it is too cold.

Lin Tianyou was also in the house, lying across from the girl who was suffering from the cold.

Perhaps it was the drop in outside temperature and the chill released by the little girl's cold poison, making this room look like an ice cellar.

Even Lin Tianyou couldn't bear it.

flame!

Lin Tianyou pointed at the center of the room.

Suddenly a normal flame appeared.

This room was very cold. He didn't use the black flame fire. That kind of flame was also cold. To keep warm, he had to use a normal flame.

But there was no firewood in the room, and the continuation of the flame consumed Lin Tianyou's power throughout.

"It's only one night, it should be able to bear it."

Lin Tianyou murmured softly.

The flame appeared, and the temperature in the room rose slightly, and even the young master who had fallen asleep had a comfortable expression on his face.

Lin Tianyou swept around and found that the whole mountain was not dangerous, so he closed his eyes and started to rest.

Having lost his godhead, he can no longer sleep forever as before, and needs to replenish his spiritual power through sleep.

Outside the wooden house, the swordsmith and his apprentice did not intend to sleep, and the two were still building swords there.

All they need to do on the first day is to raise the flame, heat the furnace, and put the metal into the furnace again on the second day, until the third day, all the materials are shaped, and finally the sword is finished.

Three days are too short, so I have to use even the evening time.

The two sweated all over because of work, but they didn't feel too cold.

"Making a knife, there is nothing wrong with the iron tree formation in the village, right?"

After the swordsmith burned the stove, he sat aside and began to inquire about the situation in the village.

He still lives here after all, and there can be no accidents in this village.

After he and Lin Tianyou leave, the life and death of this village will not be his responsibility.

Anyway, their family were all sinners who were driven out of the Holy Snow Mountain.

There is no right to manage the village of the Holy Land.

"No problem. Some low-level spirits broke in. They were all defeated by the power on the iron tree. We also hung these spirits from the iron tree to warn those high-level ghosts who dared to offend our village and let them know about our village. How awesome!"

Pan Zao said smugly while adding fire to the stove.

"Well, there is no danger."

The swordsmith nodded in satisfaction.

His ghost exorcism array was also learned at will when he was boring, but he didn't expect it would be useful here.

"You take care of the flames, I have a rest, there are still many things to do tomorrow."

The master swordsmith is getting old and cannot maintain sufficient energy like the pan-made sword.

"Good Master, you can rest, I will definitely take care of this fire."

Hearing the apprentice's promise, the swordsmith then lay down next to him and began to sleep.

got windy.

Pan Zao shivered involuntarily.

"Why is it so cold?"

He was by the stove and felt very cold.

"Move your muscles and bones!"

Standing up, he decided to jump in place.

But at this moment, a dark shadow came out from the thick fog in front.

He stared straight at the pan-made knife.

Rubbing his eyes, he tried to see who the other party was.

And the figure floated over!

That's right, it's floating!

His feet were not on the ground, and his body was covered with a strange mist.

"Who are you?"

Pan Zao was taken aback and shouted loudly.

The figure did not answer, he saw the sleeping master swordsmith.

"Finally I find you!"

The corners of the silhouette's mouth rose up, making it look very happy.

Huh!

Suddenly, a big knife slashed towards the figure's head.

The figure didn't seem to be very powerful, and he couldn't dodge it with this knife.

The knife cut directly from the top of his head to the ground.

But there was no joy in making the sword. His sword didn't seem to cut anything.

"Your soul is good, I will accept it!"

The figure turned his head, raised his hand, and grabbed the knife.

The moment the hand touched his physical body, there was a feeling that the soul was lifted out of the body.

"what!"

In horror, he screamed.

"stop!"

Screamed out loudly.

Then the flame flew towards the figure.

Wow!

The figure was attacked by the flames, immediately stopped and dodged.

"It deserves to be the flame of Master Swordsmith. If it hits me, I will die on the spot."

The figure said with a smile.

He was saved by making a sword, and immediately ran to the master.

"Making a knife, are you okay?"

The master looked at him caringly.

"Master, be careful, this person is very weird, my knife hit him, as if hitting the intangible air."

Pan Zao said in shock.

The swordsmith nodded, then looked up at the figure, "Who are you? Why do you want to hurt my apprentice?"

"He is your apprentice?"

The figure froze for a moment, and then shook his head, "I am not interested in your apprentice, I am here to find you, besides, I want to ask, are you set up the ghost exorcism formations at the entrance of the village?"

"I arranged it, what do you want me to do?"

The Swordsmith looked at the figure guardedly.

It was too cold at night, and the opponent was eerie and weird.

He could not judge the identity of the other party.

"As expected to be the master's father, his strength is extraordinary, this exorcism formation has killed many of our subordinates!"

The voice of the figure is a little cold.

"Are you a ghost?"

The swordsmith took a step back in horror.

"Yes, I am a ghost clan in the upper underworld, and I am currently a ghost general!"

Having said that, he pointed at the mist behind him.

After a while, the space was distorted, and a strong middle-aged man stepped out.

Seeing this middle-aged man, the swordsmith was shocked.

He couldn't believe that he would see this person here.

"You, how did you come out? Shouldn't you be locked up in the trapped prison?"

The man in front is his son, who has been imprisoned in the trapped prison because of his delusion!

The Pangu tribe giant in that prison will never be able to leave.

But now that he saw his son, he can only explain one thing, his son has escaped from prison!

"Father, it's been a long time."

Pan Xiangting stepped out ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and faintly greeted the swordsmith.

"Are you crazy? Why did you escape from the trapped prison?

Do you know that this is the same sin as betraying an ancestor? "

After a moment of surprise, the swordsmith came back to his senses, and he blamed his son angrily.

Although he had already planned to leave the Holy Land after helping Lin Tianyou, his bones were still towards the Pangu tribe.

Small things can violate the rules, but big things are definitely not!

Destroying the city of Zhongzhou is a trivial matter for him, but it is a big deal to escape from the trapped prison!

It's a little hard to understand.

Is the man in front of the master's son?

Why has he never heard of it?