"Huh..."

In a golden glow, Xia Chen breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the weather was getting colder and colder.

"Xiao Jin, go down first."

Xia Chen patted Jin Guangdiao's neck, Xiao Jin nodded, then slowed down and flew slowly down. At this time, in the eyes of summer, this is a cold white snow field, the sky is still covered with snow like goose feathers, even with his thick blood, but also feel a bit of cold.

Of course, he is a cyclone strongest person. Once Zhenqi runs, it can dispel the cold in his body.

"puff".

The golden light sculpture fell heavily to the ground, and...