Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1189 The Frozen Throne! (1)
"Om."

Ling Wushuang realized something in vain, and clasped his five fingers into claws.

However, she had reached the peak of her reaction speed, but she still slowed down a bit. After a buzzing sound that came out of nowhere, the Bodhisattva turned into a silver-gray streamer and disappeared with a slight tremor. without a trace.

"You mortals dare to blaspheme the gods."

Immediately, the voice lingered over the ancient temple, wandering between childishness and solemnity, which made people feel weird.

Yun Muchen was heartbroken, and sighed, beating his chest and stamping his feet, "Oh!"

How could he be so careless? This bodhi child, which has been created for hundreds of millions of years, must be a psychic existence. Now that it has slipped away, if you want to find it again, it will be as difficult as climbing the sky.

Ling Wushuang was also very annoyed, and his eyes carefully inspected the surroundings. Judging from various signs, although this bodhizi is already a psychic thing and has a long history, its cultivation after psychic cultivation must not be high, otherwise it would be too late. It won't be picked off by her, and there must be a chance to catch it.

Just, where would it be now?
"On the Bodhi tree." Lou Junyan stepped forward slowly, almost speaking in unison with Ling Wushuang, his cold and menacing gaze swept past inch by inch, and his slender eyebrows gradually locked together.

Ling Wushuang nodded lightly, "It's moving, so it's hard to find."

The speed of the movement is really too fast. Such a huge bodhi tree is almost as high as the gate of heaven, spreading and covering the Fengshen Road. If that guy ran away, it is undoubtedly letting the dragon return to the sea. How can I find it?
Ling Wushuang turned his head and exchanged glances with Lou Junyan beside him, is there a way to catch it?

"No." Lou Junyan shook his head imperceptibly, and softly spit out two words, the expression on his stern face was also helpless, and he had no good way to deal with such a treasure.

"A group of mortals, don't leave the Holy Land of the Protoss yet." Another voice came from the sky above the gray and green lush trees, as immature as a newborn baby babbling, but still dignified and dignified.

Daohe smiled wryly, what should I do?
Even the psychic Bodhisattvas are non-aggressive and will not bring them danger or hindrance, but once they break free from the shackles of this kind of heaven and earth treasure, it is a real regret that the gains and losses are lost. Daohe just thinks about it Then feel heartache abnormal.

Ling Wushuang's eyes flickered slightly, and he put his hands on his chest, and he laughed casually, "You are just a tree spirit, what kind of sacred place does the brat know?"

"You are the dryad!" The voice was obviously angry.

Ling Wushuang whispered in surprise, "Not a tree spirit?" After she finished speaking, she said a little funny, "Then what are you?"

"me--"

The huge ancient Bodhi tree is densely gray and green. I don’t know which bodhi seed is hesitating from among the prosperous branches and leaves. It seems to be stumped by Ling Wushuang’s question. The light and shadow are mottled down, making the space here It seems that there are waves shaking.

"Anyway, I'm not a dryad!" The immature voice was even more arrogant.

Ling Wushuang raised his eyebrows lightly, and nodded silently, really dumbfounded.

She reckoned that this little guy was a bit similar to Zixie's situation, maybe it was because he had just been psychic, and he was still a little confused, and he didn't know what he was, but now it's really difficult to catch him .

"Then let me see what you look like." Ling Wushuang smiled brightly, looking like a profiteer.

"Hmph." Bodhizi snorted arrogantly, "I am an ancient god, how can you and other mortals see it." At the end of the speech, it seemed a little anxious, and emphasized again, "Anyway, you just leave soon!"

Yun Muchen looked at Daohe with a headache, and sighed regretfully, what a pity.

"Then what if we don't leave?" Ling Wushuang responded nonchalantly.

"You—" the child's voice was full of annoyance and anxiety, shuttled back and forth among the tree shadows, and after holding back for a long time, he muttered a few words, "It's so annoying."

The corners of Ling Wushuang's eyes twitched slightly, this brat.

Dao and the gentle face also changed for a while, this bodhizi now looks like a child with a mental retardation, but he is also very shrewd, and his temper is a little stubborn.

"What should we do now?" Ling Wushuang was also stumped, looking at Yun Muchen helplessly.

Yun Muchen's beard shook, his old face was calm and serious, he sighed and shook his head, "There's no way, if it doesn't want to come out, we won't be able to find it no matter what." His tone was full of regret, "It's better not to waste time."

It's already like this, no matter how sad it is, there is no way.

Now the key point is to get to the central altar as soon as possible. Although he concluded that Lou Junyan was a descendant of the God Race and inherited the bloodline from God, he was really uneasy when he was not sure.

"Alright." Ling Wushuang asked Lou Junyan in a blink of an eye.

Lou Junyan curled his thin lips lightly, and his red hair fluttered lightly, "You don't need to force it, the treasure of heaven and earth is destined to be obtained."

"Then let's hurry up and find the central altar." Ling Wushuang curled his lower lip lightly. Although he said this, he still felt very heartbroken. It was a treasure that had already been obtained, so he flew away with his wings inserted. !
"Go." Daohe also responded.

After the four of them made up their minds, they stopped entangled here. Qiqi turned around and walked towards the main hall directly opposite, while Ling Wushuang walked back after walking a few steps, looking up at the ancient Bodhi that covered the sky and the sun. Shu, "Let's go first, you can continue to stay here obediently."

The mottled gray-green light and shadow reflected on her cold and stunning face, making it even more dazzling.

"Hey, where are you going?" The immature voice was a little anxious, and seeing that Ling Wushuang and the others were not walking in the direction they left, they became even angrier and shouted angrily, "Stop, you are not allowed to go!"

This bodhi child has been psychic for hundreds of millions of years. It is one of the best gods. Yes, it is a treasure. Before it really turns into a human form, it is not aggressive. It is really beneficial and harmless. Its warning , or that childish voice, how could it stop Ling Wushuang and others in their footsteps?

Ling Wushuang turned around with a smile, and waved his hands without looking back, "Play slowly by yourself."

What a pit, the cooked duck flew away, there was no other way, so I had to keep cooling down.

After the figures of Ling Wushuang and the others drifted away, the gray-green branches and leaves of the ancient linden tree rustled, and then a silver-gray light shot out, and landed firmly on a leaf the size of a basin. Up and down, the leaves fluttered up and down twice, and then fell silent.

It is still the oval shape of pebbles and laughing nuts. The hands and feet do not look obvious. It makes people feel that the meaty ball is just protruding in four places. Only the watery black eyes are blinking on it, and the top is Ling Wushuang. There is a small piece of tendon left after the fold, with a green leaf on it like a small umbrella, making it look cute and a little funny.

(End of this chapter)