"You are doing better and better. You are now a little accomplished snake monster. Keep working hard, strive to be at ease, and then show your skills and achieve success."

While using mana to clear the bruises left in the body after the battle, Jiang Le praised and encouraged the snow python.

The snow python coiled around Jiang Le, his head lying on Jiang Le's thighs, and a pleasant light flashed in his eyes. I don't know if it was comfortable being pressed by Jiang Le or lying on his fleshy legs.

After a long time, Jiang Le stopped massage, but found that Xue Python was actually asleep. Her quiet appearance was like a sleepy cute little girl, which made Jiang Le unable to bear to remove it.

After looking at the sky, it was already evening, and Jiang Le didn't plan to continue walking, so she sat cross-legged and entered the state of cultivation.

One man and one snake, stay together.

Next to the canyon, on a mountain peak that is more than two thousand meters away, one end is standing on the tip of a stone. The domineering huge snow eagle looked silently at the more than two thousand meters, and was still clearly visible in its eyes.

Its eyes are sharp, but not tyrannical. Sometimes humanized thoughts flash.

While Jiang Le and Xue Python were practicing and sleeping, this was a good opportunity for the half-demon Snow Eagle who was rampant at speed and dominated the sky.

But after watching for a while, Xueying turned proudly, spread her wings and soared into the sky, and soon left.

In the middle of the night, the sky is filled with stars, and the white snow in the Tianshan Mountains reflects the light, and there is no dimness at night at all.

In the canyon, Jiang Le's cultivation is at a critical moment.

His face was shining brightly, and he pinched the magic seal in his hand. The spiritual energy in the Luobao money was constantly instilled into his body, part of which was integrated into the limbs and bones, part of which was integrated into the magic power that was running at a constant speed, and the integration was integrated. His own thoughts were immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, constantly pondering and understanding the truth of the Taoist Dharma taught by his master Mao Xiaofang. As time passed, a mysterious aura appeared on Jiang Le's body.

The snow python leaning against Jiang Le's legs was also pulled by Jiang Le's breath, and the demonic power in his body naturally moved. In his sleep, the snow python swallowed and spitted a few snake letters, as if the operation of the demonic power made it very comfortable.

Suddenly, a red stream of light flew in the canyon.

The red streamer was as fast as lightning, and was coming straight towards Jiang Le.

Jiang Le suddenly felt a sense of emotion. His brows frowned slightly, his handprints changed, he withdrew his magic power, and opened his eyes.

At this time, the red stream of light happened to appear in front of Jiang Le. From the movement and quietness, it fell on his hand. The light broke and merged into the palm of his hand.

His expression changed slightly, and Jiang Le looked in the direction where the flowing light flew.

This Liuguang was a helping talisman from the little fat man Jin Zhengming who unexpectedly met by himself at the foot of Tianshan Mountain but had a good impression of him. As long as the distance is no more than 100 kilometers, he could receive this Liuguang for help.

Now that streaming light appears, it is obvious that Kim Jong-ming and his party are in danger.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Le decided to save the person.

Because the place where the flowing light comes is exactly the direction of the spiritual energy and cold energy that I am looking for.

This is on a line.

Dragging the snow python that was sleeping in a daze and somewhat reluctantly, Jiang Le quickly rushed towards the direction of the flowing light.

The red streaming light is transformed by the helping talisman. The magic light contained in it can allow it to fly directly for a hundred kilometers before it will completely disappear.

There is also a very rich part of the stream of light that he received. Obviously, Kim Jong-yeong is only a few dozen kilometers away from him.

With the blessing of the divine movement talisman and the light amulet, Jiang Le is very fast.

Two hours ago, just dawned, Jiang Le stopped running in a canyon, looking at a corpse with complicated eyes covering half of her body.

This corpse is Jin Youqian.

He no longer had a breath, his eyes still widened, full of anger.

Looking at this face, Jiang Le remembered the heroic and refreshing words before, but unexpectedly, after a meeting, the goodbye was separated by yin and yang.

Xue Python also looked at Jin Youqian's corpse in surprise, and then looked at Jiang Le. He didn't know what the relationship between this dead man and Jiang Le was.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Le stepped forward to check Jin Youqian's willingness to die, and his face suddenly changed.

The cause of Jin Youqian's death was a two-finger-wide wound on his waist. It seemed that it was a dagger that penetrated directly from his waist.

This is a sneak attack to death!

In the depths of this rarely visited Tianshan Mountain, it goes without saying that the person who attacked the sneak attack must be the people around him. One of the three people is Jin Youqian's son. So it is conceivable that the sneak attack must be Kang Zhihong!

The taciturn middle-aged man with a dark face flashed through his mind. Jiang Le's eyes instantly became sharp.

Although he doesn't like a cunning person like Kang Zhihong, Jiang Le can't imagine how dare this person kill? And he is still attacking his own people, his humanity.

"Hiss!" Sensing the terrible aura that suddenly appeared on Jiang Le, the snow python rubbed his arm with some fear.

Jiang Le came to his senses and touched the snow python apologetically. With a thought, he cut off the anger that emerged in his heart.

Only Kim Youqian's body was seen at the scene. What about Kim Jong-ming? Did Kang Ji-hong go after him?

In addition, why did Kang Zhihong kill Jin Youqian? Is it because of Xuelian wine? Or something else?

He looked at Jin Youqian, Jiang Le's face was solemn, and he reached out to pinch the magic trick, his thumb, index finger, ring finger, and the magic light floated above the three fingers, pressed on Jin Youqian's forehead, and then his magic power was pulled.

A phantom was pulled up from Jin Youqian's corpse, looking very weak, and the transparent one was almost dissipated.

Jiang Le quickly blessed with magic power to make the phantom more fulfilled.

"Correction of name, run!Correction of name, run!"

The floating phantom is Jin Youqian's soul.

But at this moment, his soul seemed to be demented, and there were only these two sentences in his mouth, repeating them constantly.

Jiang Le observed for a moment in surprise and sighed sadly.

Jin Youqian has been dead for a while. During this period, his soul should have left his body, but his soul could not withstand the terrible cold air in the canyon and was constantly forced back to his body. After more times, his soul was seriously damaged by the cold air, causing his soul intelligence to be damaged.

Such harm will only be dementia even if it is reincarnation.

Looking at Jin Youqian's appearance, Jiang Le felt the deep fatherly love and deep reluctance.

However, in the face of such soul-intellectual damage, even a real god is afraid he can only helpless.

"Correction of the name, run quickly.Correction of the name, run quickly." Jin Youqian's voice continued, but his eyes were no longer focal, and his figure was floating casually, which made people feel heartbroken when they looked.

Snake monsters like Snow Python felt the concern and anxiety in these words. They looked at Jiang Le with azure-like eyes, as if they hoped that Jiang Le could help this poor father.

Jiang Le sighed and waved his hand to put away Jin Youqian's soul.

This is a loving person, and being an idiot is too ruthless.

Maybe after I go back, I ask my master and there should be some more appropriate arrangements.

Looking deep in the canyon, from the messy ground, Kim Jong-ming ran inside, and Kang Zhihong should be chasing him.

Jiang Le moved his steps and continued to move forward.

After walking a hundred meters, Jiang Le's face suddenly became exciting.

In the cracks in the mountain walls at both ends of the canyon, he saw a snow lotus. Judging from the fluctuations of the spiritual energy it emits, it was a pure wild snow lotus, but it was not very old, and it was around five or six years old.

But, this number...

Jiang Le's eyes swept through the cracks in rows.
Chapter completed!