The ice spirit demon is like a tide, and the cold air is surrounding.

"Hurry up, Yuexi, don't set fire!"

Ye Chen threw Yuexi out of the only remaining gap, but he was in a predicament, more and more ice spirit demons surrounded this fireball, maybe their purpose was not Ye Chen, but the rapidly dropping temperature made Ye Chen once again experience the extreme cold of the Snow Family Holy Land, and Ye Chen would inevitably face this endless stream of ice spirit demons if he wanted to break through.

The only thing that can be used is the knife left after the death of the previous 'floating corpse', the scorpion hook cannot be used, the ice knife turned into by Xue Kui is invalid, and this is not the holy place of the Snow Family, and Xue Kui cannot control the temperature here.

The knife is not big, one hand is just right, and a knife can easily split an ice spirit demon, not to mention the sharpness, but the key to the problem is that even if you let Yechen split one by one, you can't finish splitting, under your feet is the frozen soil of the ice field, Yechen can't escape at all, she can only resist passively, the cold erodes Yechen's body, and her feet are moving numbly like ice cubes.

The Ice Spirit Demon has no reason or emotion, Ye Chen chose to split the Ice Spirit Demon in order to prevent the Ice Spirit Demon from getting close to him, which will not cause the Ice Spirit Demon to besiege Ye Chen, their only purpose is to extinguish the fire.

Then there were the hands, the cold transmitted from the 'floating corpse' made Ye Chen's hands stiff, and the five fingers also lost sensation, and the cold breath was still spreading up along the arms, trying to engulf Ye Chen's whole person.

But for a moment, if he couldn't feel the temperature on his head and chest, Ye Chen would have thought that he was going to freeze to death.

Slowly, the temperature of the scalp also began to drop, and at this moment Yechen really gave up, because Yechen couldn't move anymore, the cold froze Yechen stiffly in place, with an ice pick hanging on his elbow, chin, nose tip, and ears, all hanging on ice pendants.

Just when Yechen thought he was going to freeze to death, the fireball went out, and the Ice Spirit Demon stopped its riot and began to slowly disperse.

Ye Chen breathed a long sigh of relief, and it was considered to be down, but Ye Chen relaxed and fell asleep.

After the ice spirit demon dispersed, Yuexi ran in in a panic and panic, and saw Yechen turned into an ice sculpture, and her heart jumped.

Yuexi burst into tears at this moment, complaining about her own mistakes, and couldn't stop her tears in the face of the night that turned into an ice sculpture.

The two were forced to be reborn, and it can be said that there is no other person who can have a common world view except for each other, and now that Yechen is dead, Yuexi feels an unspeakable loneliness surrounding her.

"Night Morning, Night Morning ......"

After loneliness, tears rained down, and regret was not at the beginning.

After entering the ice field, the elf who had been sleeping in Yuexi's sleeve was awakened by Yuexi's sadness, and for some reason, he thought that Yechen was dead, and the rabbit and the magic stick that were thrown away by Yechen in a hurry also came, and he also felt a burst of sadness when he saw this scene.

At this time, the old man suddenly appeared, watching everyone sitting around the statue of Yechen crying, stunned, and looking at Yuexi for some reason.

"Ye Chen is not dead?!" the old man said in a shocking voice.

"Hah?!" Yuexi was stunned for a moment, her flushed cheeks were covered with tears, and she didn't react at once.

Not to mention Yuexi, even the rabbit and the god stick, and the elf were also stunned, and then Yuexi was in ecstasy, but the old man poured cold water again.

"If you don't hurry up and help him warm up, I'm afraid I'm really going to die......"

When Yuexi heard this, she hurriedly took Yechen out of the ice field, and in the process, she carried the warm magic in her hand to Yechen's body, maintaining Yechen's last temperature, and she couldn't use fire magic in the ice field, so Yuexi could only use this way to help Yechen keep warm.

.....

The campfire was jumping, and Yechen felt the temperature from his skin, which was very comfortable.

Ye Chen saw the unobstructed sky, very clean, flat, dark dark night hung a few scattered stars.

"It's so comfortable..."Ye Chen couldn't help but shout, it was rare to feel a touch of warmth in the cold wind.

"Wow, you're awake!" Yuexi was very happy with the dark circles under her red eyes.

"Well, you sleep~" Ye Chen still felt tired, after watching Yue Xi lie on his chest and fall asleep, Ye Chen also slept, cultivation can keep him from being hungry, but fatigue is inevitable, if you are practicing and meditating, you can recover from exhaustion, but Ye Chen has been asleep for the past few days, maintaining a stiff posture, and is naturally very tired.

The rabbit got under the armpit of Yechen, the magic stick lay next to him, and the crackling sound of the bonfire made the picture seem very peaceful.

The elf felt very warm watching this scene.

"Maro, the royal blood of the elves, are you really just here to play?"

The old man appeared on the other side of the campfire and asked.

"I'll take a look at him......" At this moment, the elf was no longer cute, and a kind of arrogance from ancient history came out of its eyes.

"The four clans of the Exiled Land are frantically attacking the Holy City, the people of the Elven Clan are getting fewer and fewer, the Holy City has lost contact with the human territory, and all the humans above the interception will be recruited and take the Lino sailing spaceship to the Holy City, where there are not only cultivation methods above the interception realm, but also all kinds of weapons suitable for cultivators. However, due to the snake clan being controlled by them, the spaceship was destroyed when it passed through the border of the snake clan, cutting off the transportation section of the holy city, although the strength of the holy city is very strong, but the crazy attack of the ghost monsters over the years, the attack at any cost makes the manpower less and less, I am afraid that it will be impossible to hold on. I wanted to take Yechen on the route of the elves, because the astrologer got the result that Yechen was able to solve this problem. ”

"Astrologer?!The old man was rarely surprised, he, where are you?"

"......I see," the old man smiled.

"There's no need to take Yechen to the route of the elves, when the scorpion hook is reforged, Yechen will leave the territory and go to the Holy City. ”

"Scorpion hook?" the elf was stunned for a moment, "The scorpion hook you are talking about, the one that the world-destroyer 'scorpion' broke off?"

"Yes, that's the only weapon that can fight it, and it was originally impossible to break through the carapace of the 'Scorpion', but with the Melting of the 'Floating Corpse', it's different. ”

"Floating corpses?" the elf looked terrified, "that thing still exists in this world?"

"You don't have to worry, I was ruined by Yechen not long ago..."

"That's good, then, respected historian, I'll take my leave first!"

The elf bowed and then left, there was a hidden teleportation point somewhere here, known only to Sword Valley, the Elven royal family, and some special people.

The old man floated, looking at the bonfire, his thoughts wandering, muttering about what the elf had just called him.

"The writer of history~ a long time ago......"

The night wind blew, the wind from the ice field was cold, however, the crackling bonfire burned tenaciously, the warm temperature was always in this circle, never weakened, the only touch of fire red in the dark wasteland, very warm.

The cold wind hits the dry grass at night and shakes, and the soldiers are getting cold and their hearts are beating;

The warm wine poured the blood and did not cool it, and the wild battle did not stop and the embers fled!

The old man didn't know what he thought, and after finishing the chatter, he returned to the book of heaven, leaving only the bonfire swaying wildly in the cold wind, struggling!