667. Chapter 667 The Millennium Cold Soul of the God 5
"Mo Jiuling, stop!" Mu Lingbo shouted angrily and continued to rush in that direction at full speed.
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog in front suddenly stopped when it was not too far away from Mo Jiuling. He tilted his head, these annoying big guys!
Thirteen unicorns all appeared in front of the building, led by the one that had escaped not long ago.
Its childish and green voice suddenly seemed extremely distant and solemn at this time, "You are not allowed to trespass into the Temple of Martial Arts!"
Mu Lingbo looked at the child and stood beside the Martial Arts Temple. Mo Jiuling did not chase after him, but just looked ahead. The tall and heavy palace door was slowly opening, revealing the unfathomable darkness of the inner palace, as if it could
A beast that devours humans.
A dark light like a human figure in the darkness, just a shadow, is enough to make people feel the super momentum and astonishing power.
Mu Lingbo didn't know what kind of ghosts and monsters were there. He just felt that something was wrong, at least something was wrong with Mo Jiuling. It seemed that he couldn't hear her voice at all.
"You guys, get out of my way!!" Mu Lingbo's voice was as deep as steel, and his originally clear and beautiful eyes were like a devil at this moment.
"You are not allowed to trespass into the Martial Arts Temple!"
The same sentence was repeated again, and these thirteen-headed unicorns here quickly showed a completely different momentum from that under the Danlu Temple.
At that time, the fashion had the childishness and emotions of a child, but now, one can truly feel the pressure of the mythical beast.
The pressure from the thirteen heads reaching out.
"The soul of the god is with me." After Mo Jiuling disappeared into the temple hall, the child spoke up when Mu Lingbo was about to take action against Qilin.
A very calm and indifferent voice, without a trace of composure.
The child gradually approached and stood behind the thirteen-headed unicorn. His expression was as indifferent as clear water, but the childish face had eyes that were very inconsistent with his age. To be more precise, it was the eyes.
Mu Lingbo never knew that a person's eyes could be so profound.
It is as deep and vast as the sea, and no one can guess his emotions. At the same time, it is as vicissitudes of life as the entire ancient city, which has been mottled for thousands of years.
No matter his tone, expression, or eyes, nothing matched his appearance and age.
The child stretched out his hand and held a piece of ice crystal in his hand, like frost-white amber.
He handed it to a little unicorn, which meekly took the thousand-year cold soul from his hand, walked to Mu Lingbo step by step, and finally handed the thousand-year cold soul into her hand.
"Mom, what happened!" The following group of people finally arrived, but only saw this strange scene.
Mu Lingbo held the Millennium Soul that they were looking for in his hand, his eyes still fixed on the front, "Except for this, hand over the person as well!"
The boss of Qilin had been hurt by her "bullying the few with more" before, so he immediately emphasized, "If you don't leave quickly after getting the soul of the god, those who trespass on the temple will not be spared!"
"Pojun." The child calmly called his name.
Po Jun immediately restrained his arrogance and became docile.
"You can take away the soul of the God now, but you cannot take away the descendants of the God of War." The child's eyes were like a calm pool, "His blood of the God of War has been activated. Even if you are allowed to enter, you will only die."
Mu Lingbo tightened his fingers, "I want a thousand years of cold soul. But I will never give up."
