"What did you say? I am your daughter! Are you having a problem with your brain? You pervert, cold-blooded..." The monster rushed forward and scratched.

"Actually, I have the ability to make you look like a person." The eagle remained motionless.

"Really?" The monster's eyes were full of hope.

"But why should I do this?" the eagle stared into the distance.

"You...I..." The monster would also cry.

"If you want to be a human being, go and practice! If you want to hate me, hate me! Just like hating them, this is your freedom." The eagle finally looked at her.

"Go to die, I'm not your daughter!" The monster waved his wings and fell from the high cliff with an ugly posture.

"That's your freedom."

The pair of cold golden eagles seemed to be still staring at the condescendingly.

She suddenly felt a little more awake.

Freedom is a terrible thing.

That was her deepest feeling back then.

When the eagle falls down the cliff, she can fly "freely" high or "freely" fall. She often wanders in these two feelings, unable to tell whether it has penetrated the clouds, flew to the sky, or is about to fall to the ground and be crushed to pieces.

Or both feelings are true and become faster and stronger as you practice day by day, and you are approaching death day by day.

A "bobo" sleepiness came and became more and more violent; the hot wind in hell was swelling, and the body and soul seemed to be almost blown into ashes.

The two feelings alternated in complexity, and sleepiness gradually gained the upper hand.

"Let's take a break, what's the point of perseverance like this? Sobering is only painful and torment..."

A thin voice drifted in the turbulent hot wind, which was her own voice.

Before she knew it, she had crossed the last limit and came to the deeper part of the valley.

Li Qingshan activated the mysterious light to shine, firmly locking Gu Yanying's figure. Seeing that the sleepiness on her face became more and more obvious, she suddenly roared to the sky, and the roar came into Gu Yanying's ears. She shook slightly, woke up a little, and continued to move forward.

A wolf howl suddenly sounded on the vast snowy field, and the shrillness was filled with heroic spirit. It was definitely not under the roar of Li Qingshan. When I first heard that fashion was thousands of miles away, I came outside the valley in a blink of an eye.

Li Qingshan looked back and saw a big man walking from the wind and snow, with blue stubble on his face, thick snow-white fur on his shoulders, and a faint green light shining on the center of the dark brown white eyes.

"Wolf King?"

"Li Qingshan?"

"Haha, I didn't expect my name to be so far away." Li Qingshan laughed.

"I have heard of the great name of the Lord."

The battle of Mo Hai had already shocked the world. The Tianshuang Wolf King, one of the demon kings in the ten directions, was deeply touched. The strength of the Mo Hai Dragon King was unquestionable. He was still in his own territory and was defeated by a younger generation who had practiced for less than a hundred years.

But no matter what, strength is worthy of respect.

"Each of each other." Li Qingshan bowed.

"I have already set up a banquet in the Shanyu golden tent and let my niece come out! Maybe I accidentally fall asleep in the wind and snow. That will be frozen to death." The wolf king walked towards the valley.

"What's the point of holding a banquet in the tent? Why not just use the mountain as the beam and the sky as the tent, and you and me will have a drink together." Li Qingshan stood in front of the Wolf King without any intention of giving in.

The eyes meet, the lightning is shining, and the tigers and wolves fight.

"Then I'll see how far she can go this time."

If Gu Yanying couldn't get such a thing, she would be fighting in vain now.

"I heard that the strong wine in Shuangzhou is good." Li Qingshan glanced at the wine bag on the Wolf King's waist.

The Wolf King didn't say anything. He took off the wine bag from his waist and threw it to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan also took out a wine gourd and threw it to the Wolf King with his backhand.

Gurgling, the strong wine enters the throat, like a fire, like a knife, like turning the ice and snow into a sea of ​​magma, and drank half of the wine in the wine bag in one mouthful. Li Qingshan spit out a sip of hot wine, "Good wine!"

The Wolf King frowned, and there was also a little bit of pain. His wine bag was much larger than what he looked like. The spiritual wine stored in it was quite difficult to make. Li Qingshan drank at least a thousand pounds in this breath.

But if an ordinary demon king dares to drink like this, he will have to be drunk. Li Qingshan looks radiant and energetic.

"Big Banyan Tree King?" The wolf king opened the wine gourd and smelled the breath of the Big Banyan Tree King. The rich spiritual energy made him feel moved, and it contained a wonderful law of heaven and earth.

Li Qingshan’s wine is made from the sap in the trunk and the power of the gods, which is more precious than the Wolf King’s wine.

"By the way, do you have a wine glass?" Li Qingshan asked suddenly.

"You use a wine glass?"

"In fact, only one is used, the one with three legs. It looks like it is cast in bronze, but it is not. Nine is just a whole set." Li Qingshan gestured with both hands and suddenly said, "You should have one here too!"

The wolf king's face gradually became gloomy and he took something out of his arms, "The wine glass you want, but this?"

In his hand is a three-legged tripod, which depicts the mountains and rivers of Shuangzhou. The color is whiter than the Wuzhou tripod, as if it is stained with a layer of frost. It is the Frostzhou tripod.

"No, it's exactly this!" Li Qingshan reached out and took it, and it felt a chill.

"Your Excellency is such a big tone. You dare to use the Nine Cauldrons as your cup!" The Wolf King held it tightly.

"This thing is not very useful to me, but it is very suitable to be used as a wine glass."

Li Qingshan tried to exert force, and the Shuangzhou Ding remained motionless. He understood that this was not only the power of the wolf king, but also the weight of the Shuangzhou Ding itself. The two forces combined can never be easily shaken.

"This bitter and cold place is not suitable for banyan trees."

The wolf king smiled grimly, and the layer of frost covered on the Shuangzhou Cauldron spread along Li Qingshan's hands to his body, covering his whole body in a blink of an eye.

Humph, ignorant boy, it would be fine if I didn’t take action, but you dare to really reach out to get it. It’s really a pity.

“I think it’s just a little greening here.”

Li Qingshan smiled with a smile, and the ground under his feet cracked, slowly pulling the Shuangzhou tripod over. His smiling face turned into a bull's head, and he suddenly seemed honest.

The Wolf King felt an irresistible force coming, and his face changed. How heavy is the Shuangzhou Ding? Under his urging, it has become more heavier than a mountain. How strong is this guy's brute force?

If he wanted to take back the Shuangzhou Ding, the Shuangzhou Ding seemed to be sucked in Li Qingshan's hands.

Li Qingshan's skin also turned into blue cowhide, resisting the invasion of frost. His feet were deeply trapped in the earth, and his strength continued to pour into his body. He thought to himself: "Hey, stupid old wolf, it's fine to show it to me, but I dared to get it. I really don't want it!"

"You kid, let me go!" The wolf king squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.

"Since you have heard of my name, have you ever heard of it..."

"What?"
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