Xue Qinghan followed the Snow King to the underground secret room of the Snow King's Mansion, here, Xue Qinghan had no impression at all, and he had never heard of such a place in the Snow King's Mansion.

This secret room is located hundreds of feet deep under the Snow King's retreat, and the entrance is the Snow King's cultivation room. Along the way, I saw countless forbidden distributions, and the formation shrouded all around, exuding a dangerous aura.

The Snow King walked ahead, glanced back at Luo Shuang, who was quietly following behind Xue Qinghan, and didn't say anything.

At the end of the secret passage, a quaint stone door stands, engraved with intricate patterns, I don't know how many years have passed, but it still flickers with palpitating fluctuations.

The Snow King stopped and stood in front of the gate, his face was solemn, the breath on his body was circulating, and his spiritual power was gathered, depicting mysterious characters with Dao patterns.

These characters all shimmered with blood-red light, and the iron painted silver hooks seemed to be poured out of blood, and a sinister aura permeated. The characters are suspended in the air, rehearsed and evolved, turned into Taoist chapters, and the atmosphere of the avenue is strong, and then imprinted into the stone gate.

With a soft sound, the closed stone door slowly opened, revealing a deep spatial vortex. The spatial vortex slowly swirls, revealing endless mystery, as if it is connected to another world.

"Go inside, it's up to you to get what you get, remember, you only have this one chance. The Snow King turned his head and said to Xue Qinghan.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't set this rule, and I can't do it now if I want to go in. Sensing Xue Qinghan's gaze, the Snow King explained with a wry smile.

"Luo Shuang just stay here, it's useless for her to go in. Then, the Snow King looked at Luo Shuangdao.

"The jade talisman you gave, I only participated in it once, and there were two more chances, I let Luo Shuang use it. Xue Qinghan said.

"What are you talking about? It's just nonsense, you ......" The Snow King frowned when he heard this, but before he finished his words, he saw Xue Qinghan raise his hand, the blood-colored light on his fingertips condensed, and a small spear with a sinister aura appeared, and the mysterious Dao pattern roamed, just like a real thing.

"That's the qualifications to enter, right? Xue Qinghan smiled, and walked straight into the spatial whirlpool, disappearing in an instant.

Luo Shuang bowed slightly to the Snow King, then turned around and followed Xue Qinghan into the spatial whirlpool, and his figure disappeared.

The Snow King looked at the two who had disappeared, was stunned, took a deep look at the slowly rotating spatial vortex, sat cross-legged, and waited by the stone gate.

This can be said to be the biggest secret of the Snow King's Mansion, but it does not belong to the Snow King's Mansion, because even he, the owner of the Snow King's Mansion, is not qualified to enter, but is more like a gatekeeper, and the Snow King's achievements today are inseparable from here.

Unfortunately, he wasn't really recognized, but the being promised to give his descendants a chance to be paid for guarding the portal. However, there is still little hope, and I hope that this time it will bring surprises.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that it was not like the ground, but an empty wasteland, and a nine-story altar stood in the center, exuding a vast and desolate atmosphere.

Xue Qinghan frowned, this space didn't even feel a trace of aura at all, and there was only endless evil qi filling the space, and even the whole world looked faintly scarlet, which made him feel uncomfortable. For cultivators, aura is like oxygen needed by ordinary people, and this place where there is no aura is really not a good place.

Seeing that Luo Shuang was already standing behind him, he glanced at the slowly rotating spatial vortex, and then turned his gaze to the central place, the only building altar in this space, and said, "Let's go over there and have a look." ”

Luo Shuang nodded slightly, followed Xue Qinghan's footsteps, and walked in the direction of the altar.

As the distance approached, Xue Qinghan and Luo Shuang's hearts couldn't help but ripple.

The altar is made of huge stones, which is simple and atmospheric, but the whole body is bright as blood, as if it is dyed with blood. The altar is not particularly high, nine steps, but a few feet high, however, standing under the altar, there is a sense of insignificance, that thick and majestic atmosphere, breathtaking.

On the altar, there is only one statue, a heroic man, holding a divine spear, standing between heaven and earth, with a strong killing atmosphere. Just the stone statue gives people an unparalleled sense of oppression.

I don't know how many vicissitudes of life the altar has experienced, and it is not like a product of this era, with a vast atmosphere.

Xue Qinghan stared at the stone statue and raised his steps to step up.

"Boom~"

Suddenly, the altar shook, and the evil qi wafting between heaven and earth converged at great speed like a milk swallow returning to its nest, forming a blood-colored storm visible to the naked eye, and it was constantly increasing.

At the same time, Xue Qinghan snorted, only to feel the incomparably heavy power enveloping his body, making his figure stagger. And the blood-colored evil qi storm swept in, like an incomparably sharp sword qi storm, Sen Ran, in an instant, the clothes on Xue Qinghan's body appeared messy gaps, and even Xue Qinghan's skin was cut out in an instant, blood flowed, and it looked very miserable.

Xue Qinghan hurriedly wanted to use his spiritual power to block it, however, the situation that appeared in the next moment made his face change slightly, and he found that the spiritual power of his physical strength could not be mobilized at all, as if it had been sealed.

"Luo Shuang, be careful, there is something strange about this step. Xue Qinghan hurriedly reminded. But it was a step too late, Luo Shuang followed Xue Qinghan's pace, and at this time he had already stepped on the steps.

Hearing Xue Qinghan's voice, Luo Shuang turned her head to look at Xue Qinghan, tilted her head, and looked at Xue Qinghan with some confusion.

Xue Qinghan was also a little stunned, Luo Shuang stepped on this stone step, as if he was completely unaffected, as if he was climbing an ordinary step. In Xue Qinghan's eyes, he saw that when the blood-colored evil qi storm that gathered passed through Luo Shuang's location, it was like a flow of water, and it automatically avoided it.

And on Luo Shuang's body, it also exuded a hazy fairy light at this time, holy and flawless, free of dust and dirt.

"This ......"

Xue Qinghan was shocked in his heart, the hazy light seemed to be emitted by Luo Shuang's body, making De Luo Shuang look like a fairy who was not stained with mortal dust, extremely sacred, I really don't know what kind of physique she is, she is not touched, and even the heavy pressure that Xue Qinghan feels seems to have no effect at all.

But at this time, Xue Qinghan didn't have time to think too much, the coercion on his body was constantly increasing, and the blood-colored storm around his body was also getting stronger, thick red, and finally Xue Qinghan was completely shrouded in it, and he couldn't see the situation outside.

As time passed, the oppressive force on Xue Qinghan's body became heavier and heavier, making Xue Qinghan feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back, and the bones of his whole body kept making soft sounds. All over his body, there were countless blood marks, which stained him into a bloody man.

Xue Qinghan was helpless, unable to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, in terms of pure physical strength, Xue Qinghan's sword cultivation could never be compared with physical cultivation, although there was a body refining technique in the house, it was not very clever. At this time, everything Xue Qinghan endured seemed to break his limit. Moreover, he is now incapable of continuing to move forward.

He could have chosen to retreat, but he didn't plan to do so, he knew his weaknesses, and it was naturally great to be able to find a way to make up for them. The swordsman is indomitable, and the so-called use of strengths and weaknesses to avoid weaknesses is actually a kind of escape.

Although Xue Qinghan felt extremely uncomfortable, and there was pain all over his body, but with the pain, he could clearly feel the changes in his body, although the changes were extremely subtle.

The heavy pressure made every inch of Xue Qinghan's skin active, and in the blood-colored aura, there was a trace of mysterious energy, which seemed to be the power of qi and blood, making the scars on Xue Qinghan's body quickly scar. And in this process, wisps of qi and blood power are integrated into Xue Qinghan's body, making Xue Qinghan's body more active, and his physical body is constantly getting stronger.

Xue Qinghan simply sat down and quietly underwent baptism, although it was painful to feel like thousands of ants biting on his body, but this is undoubtedly an excellent place to refine his body, endless evil qi tempering, and that wisp of mysterious qi and blood power infiltrated, the effect is beyond imagination.

After getting used to it a little, Xue Qinghan began to draw evil qi into his body on his own. He didn't know if this was the chance in the Snow King's mouth, but since it was good, it was only right to eat it in his stomach.

Moreover, the ninth floor of the altar is only the first layer now, wouldn't it be too embarrassing to be trapped here?

What's more, Xue Qinghan found that the blood-colored spear that came out of the jade talisman also emerged on its own, constantly absorbing the bloody qi in the space, and it actually showed signs of condensing into an entity.

I don't know how time has passed, and Xue Qinghan has stayed in this first layer for dozens of days. Of course, the harvest is not small, he can clearly feel that the physical body has improved to a higher level, compared to before, it is a lot stronger, this kind of cultivation effect is incredible, and I don't know what that blood-colored evil qi is.

When Xue Qinghan opened his eyes, the blood-colored storm around his body had been exhausted, and everything was calm again, although the coercion was still there, it was not unbearable.

"Hmm, where is Luo Shuang, why is it gone?" Xue Qinghan turned his head, but he didn't see Luo Shuang's figure, he looked around, this small world was not big, and there was nothing to cover it, but he didn't see Luo Shuang's figure.

"What's the matter with her?" At this time, Xue Qinghan saw a strange red air flow floating beside him, which was actually an arrow condensed by evil qi, pointing at the altar.

But there is no Luo Shuang in front of him, and it seems that there is something hidden here. However, what made Xue Qinghan a little worried was that this was left by Luo Shuang? In this strange place, Luo Shuang was able to manipulate the evil qi, and walked alone without a sound, which was really not in line with her character.

Xue Qinghan stood up and stepped up the second step, his intuition telling him that the answer was ahead.