Mo Tear held his head with both hands, slammed into a big tree, let out a painful roar, and before he could react, his body was thrown out by a huge force.

"No? Ink Tears roared loudly in his heart, "Only then will I die." ”

The ink tears were still flying in the air, snapping, and slamming on the ground, and between breaths, his body was thrown out again.

Mo Tear was like a grasshopper tied to his feet by a rope at the moment, he was thrown around, it was difficult to resist, and with a bang, he hit the ground again, and in the next second, his body was thrown out again.

"The sword comes. Ink Tears roared wildly, and the blood-killing heavy sword flew into his hand with a thud.

Before he could swing his sword, he sped down to the ground.

Mo Tear quickly held the sword with both hands, tried his best to adjust his body, and slammed the sword into the ground, exerting force with both hands, trying to restrain the body that fell downward, and finally slammed his knees on the ground.

In the next second, Teng Man, who was wrapped around its feet, threw it into the air again, and Mo Tear's body quickly flew upward, he held the sword inserted into the ground tightly, his body stopped suddenly, and he was pulled in mid-air, in pain.

Mo Tear felt that the blood-killing heavy sword inserted into the ground showed signs of loosening, and as time passed by second by second, he felt the pain in his muscles as if it were torn, and the hands that held the sword tightly were also weakly released one by one.

"Ahh

The sound of the strong cold wind whistling was mixed with the sound of flames soaring into the air, and in a short time, the pale vine instantly turned into black ashes and fluttered with the wind.

Losing the pull of that force, Mo Tear's body fell to the ground again, and he didn't have time to take any breath, he immediately turned over and stood up, vigilantly observing the surroundings.

Suddenly, a trace of horror and confusion flashed in his calm eyes, and the cold wind was still howling around him, but the countless snow-white vines that spread from nowhere quickly surrounded him, one by one as if they had life, some walked flexibly, and some arched in the air.

Mo Tear's face was heavy, he quickly glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on Bing Xue Cangxin, and quickly thought in his heart, "Judging from just now, you must not be entangled by those Teng Man, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable, it seems that if you want to get Bing Xue Cangxin, you must use that trick." ”

"The shape of fire. ”

Mo Tear roared, and immediately a flame appeared in the palm of his hand, changing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, conjuring up one by one fiery red threads in his hand, dazzling in this miserable white environment.

With a wave of Mo Tear's palm, the fire line in the palm of his hand galloped out, and he was about to entangle the ice and snow heart, and suddenly, a bunch of Teng vines appeared on the ground, rising to the sky, forming a pale barrier, blocking the front of the ice and snow heart.

Mo Tear turned his palm and roared, "Burn him for me"

One by one, the red threads instantly turned into a ball of flames, and the momentum fluttered upward, instantly spreading the entire pale barrier.

A strong howl swept around, and the barrier built by the vines disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then recast at a speed visible to the naked eye, difficult to break through, difficult to shake.

Mo Tear was stunned, his trip to fire, I don't know how long he practiced, to have today's achievement, in fact, he controlled the extremely desolate heavenly fire perfectly, the fire moved as he wished, and he could change the shape and size at will, but he never expected that the trick he was proud of would not be broken to a weird barrier.

Bang, Mo Tear's body trembled, looking at his feet in horror, the earth around his feet cracked instantly, and several thick pale water vines broke through the ground, quickly forming a semicircle, wrapping it in the circle, and the Teng vines on the ground also quickly swarmed up, tightly intertwined and wound around the circle, making the circle look very strong and unbreakable.

Mo Tear roared and scolded angrily, "Anger burns the sky." ”

Whew, the extremely desolate heavenly fire on his body surged rapidly, and slammed into the sky.

After a few moments, the flames dissipated, and how much the inner barrier burned away, but it still couldn't make up for the vitality of the vines, and they grew so fast that they wound up so quickly that the circle seemed stronger.

The Ice Beast King looked at the outside in a panic, sometimes he kept admiring, looking at the faint red light constantly flashing in the circular gap, it roared happily, "That's the frost rattan, specially guarding the ice and snow heart, they are very tough and cold, and more importantly, they have immortal life, as soon as you touch them, they must come out quickly." ”

Mo Tear's manic mood gradually calmed down, and he carefully looked at the snow-white round cage, the densely intertwined vines continued to exude endless cold, if he hadn't had eight hot hells, I am afraid he would have been frozen into ice sculptures.

"If you can't go on like this, you'll just waste your energy. Although the Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire is extremely fantastical, with what he realizes at the moment, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get out of here alive, let alone take the ice and snow heart. Mo Tear thought in his heart, "The only way at this moment may be to release the Eight Cold Hells. ”

While thinking about it, Mo Tear had already begun to act, closed his eyes to his heart's content, sat cross-legged, and slowly released the Eight Cold Hell suppressed in his body, and at this moment, his meaning was instantly pulled into his own spiritual sea.

In his own spiritual sea, he saw the scene inside for the first time, a fiery red bead and a pale blue bead in the huge whirlpool dead air flow rotated smoothly along the periphery of the whirlpool according to a certain law, dividing this complete person into two pieces, one fiery red and one blue, rotating alternately, and the scene was shocking.

The rest of the surroundings were a void, and suddenly, the vitality that suppressed the Eight Cold Hell weakened, and the pale ball flowed out, and the whirlpool it encountered became even larger, and the air flow became more powerful.

Only then did he realize that the huge whirlpool was also a sea of nebula qi formed by the Yuan Qi, and the pale and blue beads must be the Eight Cold Hells.

Suddenly, the pale and blue suddenly expanded, as if to break this balance, Mo Tear suddenly felt a burst of pain, and quickly turned the Eight Heat Hell, and the fiery red bead also immediately expanded, slowly establishing a new balance.

Mo Tear realized at this moment that if he wanted to control these two hells at the same time, he had to find a mutual balance, and only when the two points were balanced and restrained by each other, could he enter the Eight Cold Hell and find a way to control him.

After a long time, the ink tears gradually adapt to the balance between the two, and suddenly a cold light appeared, and the ink tears were instantly sucked in.

Mo Tear looked around in a panic. This scene is again, under the ten thousand snow-capped mountains, between the ice valleys, the surroundings are pale, even the sky is terrifyingly white, and from time to time you can hear bursts of ghost howls.

He couldn't forget this kind of scene, remembering that he almost died here in the first place. Maybe if it weren't for Xiao Mu, I'm afraid he would have been a dead soul here.

When he came here again, he still couldn't get rid of his fear of this place, but he didn't feel cold at the moment, because at this time, he had mastered the Eight Heat Hells and found a way to regulate them.

While he was looking, suddenly the ice valley cracked, and a miserable white cold air emerged from the cracks, rising upwards into the sky, and finally stopped quietly in place.

In the ice valley, there was a constant vibration, and ice picks appeared one by one from the cracks, and Mo Tear's body shook violently, trying his best to find an open space to dodge.

A moment later, a cloud of cold air rushed towards him, surrounding his body, rotating rapidly, and in an instant, the cold wind around him suddenly rose, forming a huge whirlpool, blowing his body into the sky.

Ink tears struggled as hard as she could, but was horrified to find it. The Eight Heat Hell in his body no longer seems to be obedient, and the Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire is even more difficult to summon.

Between his breaths, a cold wind flew towards him violently, breaking into his body, and he felt a cold feeling in his heart, his mouth spat out cold mist, and his whole body shivered in the air.

At this moment, the floating clouds of cold air surged one after another, and finally entered his body.

His body was already cold to an extreme, the veins on his body were constantly flashing with cold light, and his inky black pupils were faintly turning pale from time to time.

As the last cold air entered his body, the cold wind around him disappeared in an instant, and his body fell heavily on the ice.

He has been gritting his teeth and insisting, numb and unconscious at the moment, he tried to move his body, but he was shocked to find that his body was like a mountain at the moment, heavy and unbearable, and it was difficult to move a bit.

"I can't give up, I can't die yet. Mo tears muttered to himself.

But just as he was muttering to himself, ice picks appeared and inserted into his body, and this time, he felt not only cold, but also a piercing pain.

"Ahh

But in the next second, he didn't know what was happening, and his body was thrown out like a heavy blow.

In reality, he opened his eyes suddenly, gasped for breath in horror and rapidity, quickly looked at his body, and sighed deeply when he found that there was no major problem.

It was only then that he realized that he had survived the Eight Cold Hell in peace, and that one hundred and sixty-one ice bone cold winds had all been refined by him.

He slowly stood up, trying to operate the Eight Cold Hell in his body, and gradually his palms turned gray, looking at this change in horror, showing a look of joy.

He exerted his strength, and a pale air mass appeared in his palm, and he slowly took a few steps forward, looking at the frost rattan that imprisoned him in front of him, and slapped his palm forward.

After a palm, the frost rattan did not change at all, and he couldn't help but feel a kind of disappointment, and his mouth was broken, "Do you really want to die here?"

But just as he sighed, the circular cage woven of frost rattan cracked little by little, and finally shattered and collapsed like ice.

Mo Tear's eyes flashed, happy and excited to the extreme, looking at his pale palm excitedly, a little incredulous.

The prison was broken, the cold wind around him was still there, and the ink tears were between the palms of his hands, and suddenly he saw a mist entering his palm, he looked up in a daze, looked along the mist, and was surprised to find that the frost rattan was actually painted into a mist, flowing into his palm, into his limbs and bones.

He felt that his vitality was more abundant, and all the frost rattans around him disappeared, which was much easier, Mo Tear stretched out his other hand to condense the Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire, and used the Fire Walk again, instantly entwined an ice and snow heart, and with a pull of his arm, the ice and snow walked straight into his hands.

Satisfied, he turned around and walked back quickly.

The Xuanbing Beast King was still stunned at the moment, and what he saw in his eyes was a light that was colder than the cold, and the surrounding rattans disintegrated.

On the way back, Mo Tear looked happy, looked at his "magical" right hand, and thought about how to give him a nice name.

What invincible, brave, mighty such words, he felt that although domineering, it was too direct and vulgar, and finally thought about it for a long time before he came up with it, so he called it, "Xuan Bing Palm." ”

I have to say, the name is really bad. But fortunately, he is satisfied, and it is good to be happy.