In that cold current, every corner of Ye Han's body seemed to be shrouded in cold qi, including the broken meridians in his body and the Zhou Tianling Aura that contained qi, all of which seemed to form a layer of hard ice, and even his blood veins were dyed with a faint layer of ice blue, and the speed of circulation in his body became slower and slower.

This feeling of gradually being sealed by the cold ice is tantamount to gradually stepping into the abyss of death.

But when his body gradually cooled down and his vitality slowly dissipated, Ye Han's spirit was very sober, and he could clearly feel that he was gradually moving towards death, but he was helpless.

This feeling of torment made Ye Han's scalp tingle.

Gradually, this feeling seemed to be that even the soul was slowly frozen, and the flipping of Ye Han's thoughts seemed to be getting slower and slower, until in the end, even his divine thoughts were slowly solidified.

At this time, he just remembered the fire snake that was sealed in the Canghai Glacier by him with the power of extreme cold in the first Hell Formation of the Great Mountain Protection Array.

These days, it's really feng shui in turn......

Ye Han's sea of consciousness soon fell into chaos, and when everything turned into darkness, then death was not far from him.

In the cold current, a thick layer of frost slowly appeared on Ye Han's body, and the extreme power of yin and cold made him unable to resist at all, if someone touched his body at this time, they would find that Ye Han's originally extremely cold physique was not even more hot at this moment.

Under the erosion of that cold air, Ye Han's whole person was sealed in the cold ice, and slowly turned into a lifelike ice sculpture.

Is it over......

When Ye Han's mind fell into darkness, in the boundless and distant Hanyu Imperial Capital, a young man broke the tea cup in his hand at this moment, and the whole person suddenly stood up, looking at the extremely cold land in the north.

This feeling is the same as when the mother passed away, who will it be in that far north?

The young man propped up the table slightly with his hands, but his blue pupils were full of panic, and he didn't see the gentleness of his usual days, nor the nature of the wisdom bead in his hand.

In the eyebrows and eyes of the young man, although he is still a little immature, but his delicate appearance has already revealed a handsome prototype, he is the sibling brother of the Nine Emperor Princes, in Ye Han's opinion, he is the real eighth prince of the Hanyu Dynasty - Ye Qingyu.

It's just that at this moment, the eighth prince, who has always been able to grasp his emotions well, has a little embarrassment in his expression.

The mother concubine has been dead for many years, and Qingran is now grounded in the imperial city by him, and he is not allowed to go out for half a step, who can be in danger in that far north?

Suddenly, Ye Qingyu's palm suddenly clenched, his pupils contracted instantly, and a touch of nervousness emerged.

Ye Han!

Now in this world, in addition to his younger brother Qingran, there is only this Han King.

Ye Han didn't tell him what to do when he left, and according to Ye Qingyu's speculation, he might have returned to Luohan City to explore something. Although with his identity, it is a little risky to go back at this sensitive time, but after all, he is incognito and disappears, and he doesn't have much to say.

As for what he was going to, Ye Qingyu did not delve into it. For so many years, the three of them have supported each other, and they have long been indistinguishable from each other, since Ye Han did not say it explicitly, he would not insist on exploring anything.

It's just that now, the feeling of colic in his chest made him panic in an instant.

He never thought that Ye Han would disappear without a trace one day, and the company of the past ten years had already made them familiar with each other.

Qing Ran was reluctant to use his brain, and the task of coordinating the overall situation naturally fell on Qing Yu, who was his brother. It's just that no matter how talented and intelligent he is, he is only a teenager, and in this palace court, he is tired of dealing with those unfathomable old foxes.

And Ye Han is the one who can help him in this whirlpool that may engulf him at any time. At the slightest moment of his negligence, that person will always invisibly pull him and help him save the day.

Ye Han's mind is obviously not very meticulous, and his layout is difficult to compare with those scheming monsters, but his eyes seem to have divine power that penetrates people's hearts.

He can always see through the essence of things inadvertently, and for those traps and ambushes, he is a person who is not good at calculation, but he always plays with those who calculate him in applause.

So many times, Ye Qingyu was willing to trust his judgment, and unconsciously, the trust between them had already gone deep into the bone marrow, which was very weird, but he didn't hate it.

Obviously unable to practice because of his physique, Ye Han, who was the weakest among the three of them in the martial arts realm, had become the core of their small circle in the past ten years.

Ye Qingyu couldn't imagine that the person who was not shocked by the sky would fall, if Ye Han was gone, how would he face those dangerous situations.

This is not only because of the identity of Ye Hanhan King, but also because of the feeling of affection that no one can replace in the past ten years.

Where will Ye Han go?

Ye Qingyu had a slightly tangled look on his face, and it was only at this time that he remembered that Ye Han was leaving without everyone when he went out this time, when a prince wanted to avoid everyone's eyes and ears, who could detect his traces?

Feeling the colic pain in his chest, Ye Qingyu's face turned slightly pale, his breath became disordered, and he suddenly slapped his palm on the tea table in front of him.

The surging breath erupted from its body, and the force in its palm shook the valuable purple pear wood table to pieces, and the broken tea cup mixed with tea fell to the ground with a screeching sound.

If there were outsiders in this room, I would be shocked to see this scene.

Although Ye Qingyu, the eighth prince, is considered talented compared to ordinary people, but in the royal bloodline, the fourteen-year-old is still in the realm of warriors, although it is not bad, but it is not very brilliant in the eyes of all parties.

Therefore, the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince can only be regarded as obscure in this court, and in the princes, and even the little prince, they are all transparent.

It was only at this moment that the aura that erupted from the body of this slightly thin young man was far beyond his cultivation in the middle of the warrior realm, and even stronger than a martial artist.

As his momentum rushed out, there seemed to be a whirlwind in this small room, and the air currents struck the walls and windows, causing bursts of brilliance, apparently inspiring the formation engraved on it.

And in the center of the whirlwind, the young man's handsome eyebrows and eyes seemed to have a slight blur, which made it difficult to see.