The heavens are deep and vast,

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The silver sea is endless, sparkling with silver, crystal clear like a huge ice mirror.

The snow is as light as a flocculent, swirling and scattering in all directions.

A tall white tower stands alone on the surface of the silver sea, covered in silver, rising in a spiral. Sharp ice edges are all over the body of the tower, crystal clear and exquisite, like a ghostly workmanship.

The sky and the earth are vast and far away, and the silver sea is vast and boundless, and the waves are not alarmed.

Only the crystal white tower and the immovable reflection under the sea surface stand silently between heaven and earth, and the tower body exudes holy brilliance, cold and solemn, sacred and inviolable.

A beast-shaped skeleton walked slowly on the silver sea, and its slender tailbone hung down on the sea, pale and plain.

The wind and snow are howling,

A figure gradually appeared in the snow.

The old man was wearing a cloak, a white robe swaying in the wind, and the mask on the right side of his face was even more cold and solemn in the ice and snow, as if it were one with the surrounding scene.

Stepping on the silver sea is like stepping on the ice. With each step, there are small water lines under your feet.

The old man walked straight towards the tall plain white ice tower between heaven and earth, his wide cloak rolling in the wind and snow.

The pale head slowly lowered, and along the way, the ice and snow spirits saluted the old man one by one, respectfully and rigorously.

The secluded spiral tower, the enchantment within the enchantment, is the forbidden place where Ellen Iss has imprisoned criminals and monsters for thousands of years.

The body of the tower is made of 10,000-year-old ice jade, with a total of 60 floors high.

Each level holds a different level of criminals, and from the bottom up, the danger level increases gradually.

With the Angel of Judgment stationed in person, personally supervising and overseeing it, with elite guards guarding it day and night, and tens of thousands of ice and snow spirits patrolling back and forth outside—the Tower of the Spiral has been impregnable for thousands of years.

60th floor,

Spiral tower top.

The ice edges are like delicate carvings adorning the four corners of the wall, crystal clear and brilliant.

The tall and heavy gate was nearly three or four meters high, rusty, covered with ice and snow. The dense and treacherous seal totem under the heavy ice and snow cover can be faintly seen on it.

Two golden-armored guards stood on both sides of the gate with swords in hand, and respectfully saluted the white-robed old man in a cloak:

"Xuan Lao. ”

Xuan Lao nodded at them, and looked up at the ice-covered gate.

A faint red light quietly appeared from the forehead, and the dark red rose pattern gradually appeared in the brilliance.

The mysterious and treacherous seal totem on the gate trembled slightly, and gradually lit up with red light, and the seal font slowly struggled and jumped as if it had life in an instant, and gradually converged like water from the four corners towards the middle of the gate, condensing into a dark red rose totem that was exactly the same as the old man's forehead.

The blood-red roses are gorgeous and magnificent, as if they were smeared with blood.

The sound of the crackling ice edges breaking and shattering came from the four corners of the dusty gate.

More and more ice chips are breaking and falling off, crumbling to the ground.

The heavy door slowly opened to both sides.

Call......

The icy cold air overflowed from the door in an instant, and the sharp ice edges were like silver and white lotus flowers that spread densely from the door in an instant, blooming on the ground and in the corners of the walls......

Frost overflowing.

The white hair reflects the snow and ice, and it glows with a cold sheen.

"During the time I'm in, no one is allowed to trespass. The voice was faint.

"Yes. The two guards bowed respectfully.

The door slowly closed with a heavy, muffled sound.

The icy cold air inside the door invaded in an instant, and the bright ice flowers were like crazy vines and weeds crawling all over the thick door again, and the cracks and corners of the door that had just been opened were once again hidden under the heavy ice and snow.

The white room was covered with sharp ice edges in all directions, and ice flowers grew and bloomed, making a small "hissing" sound like a snake letter spitting.

There are two doors on the left and right sides of the room.

The cold overflowed, penetrating deep into the bone marrow, as if even the blood was cooling and frozen.

Xuan Lao straightened the cloak on his body, brushed the frost and snow on his white robe, and slowly walked towards the left side of the room.

The promenade is endless,

Elegant and pure.

Beyond the corridor is the vast expanse of ice and snow, and the endless silver-white sea.

The snow fell one after another, but it was cut off by the barrier, and it was impossible to touch the corridor.

The difference from the ordinary corridor is that there is a blasting rune stone inlaid at intervals along the way, and the rune stone is surrounded by dense seal fonts, once a criminal tries to escape, the moment the level is triggered, the airtight barrier will wrap the entire corridor, block all exits, and detonate all the runes at the same time.

Each corridor connects two rooms, each of which is located within a large door with several seal totems, in which a special criminal is held alone.

The rooms are numbered from "1" to "30" and hold 30 special prisoners.

Among these prisoners were the angels of Ellens, as well as people of other races, but without exception, they were all people who were murdered and horrified.

The sky is vast, and Liao Yuan is vast.

The white robe fluttered in the wind, and the mask on the right side of his face shone faintly.

The old man's wings stretched out through the ice and snow beyond the corridor, his white robe flying, and his wide cloak stained with a little white snow fluttered and rolled.

Separate rooms flew by in front of you.

Wind and snow call sign.

The ice-blue eyes stared straight ahead, straight forward without hesitation.

The wings slowly closed, and Xuan Lao landed smoothly in front of the door of the room marked "30".

Expressionlessly, he looked up at the heavy seal totem on the gate, and the forehead rose totem lit up again-

The treacherous runes spread from the four corners of the gate like a long snake, condensing into a blood-colored rose totem, shining with red light.

With a slight wave of the white robe, the crimson rose flower totem collapsed in an instant, and the light went out and cooled.

The seal was lifted, and the door slowly opened.

A frozen room.

The silver frost flowers are in full bloom, and the whole room is crawling with sharp ice edges, crystal clear, pure white and flawless.

The figure curled up in the corner of the wall where the ice flowers bloomed, wearing a pair of cold shackles at the wrists and ankles.

Long chains of iron condensed with frost and fell to the corners of the ice-covered walls.

It was a boy who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, thinly dressed and ragged, with pale and thin wrists and ankles in heavy shackles, and heavy chains that held him to death like a wild beast.

The door closed slowly.

The chill roamed the room like a restless beast.

Patting the snow stained on his robe, Xuan Lao slowly raised his head and looked at the young man curled up in the corner.

As if sensing his gaze, the young man's thin body trembled slightly, and slowly shrank into the corner, a little afraid.

Xuan Lao looked at him, and his voice was faint as if he was talking to himself:

"Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while. No matter how sharp the sword is, it is meaningless if it is not unsheathed. ”

The boy lowered his head and didn't look at him, curled up in the corner and shivered faintly. The frosty chains dragged along the ice-stained ground, making a rustling sound.

Xuan Lao walked slowly towards him, his face expressionless.

The boy cowered into the corner again.

Frowning slightly, Xuan Lao slowly leaned down, gently pinched the young man's chin with his hand, lifted his face, and his voice was soft and revealing a trace of inscrutableness:

"Don't be afraid...... You'll be free soon. ”

The short hair hung down on the pale and bloodless cheeks, and the soft strands were stained with a little white snow and had a light chestnut color.

A pair of amber eyes were misty and chaotic, without the slightest hint of brilliance.

His gaze slowly moved to the mask on the right side of the old man's face in front of him, the young man's body trembled, and he gradually couldn't stop trembling a little, and he wanted to retreat his chin but was pinched and couldn't move.

The eyelashes trembled, the corners of the eyes moistened, and gradually a tear slipped down the pale cheeks. The young man's pale lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low, muttering and repeating, as if in a dream:

"Sister...... Sister ......"