Lizhou, the glacier of the far north, this position is extremely cold, frost-covered all year round, snow-capped, and rarely seen.

At this time, outside the extremely cold north, there was an old monk. The monk was holding a silver-ringed tin rod and a black gold bowl, and his monk's robe was shabby, with many patches sewn, and his face was weathered.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Hanjiao lives in the north, and the miserable life is a disaster, the poor monk has been ascetic all his life, and he is the Buddha for Zen, if he can get rid of this evil Jiao for the common people, he will go to hell with this body!"

The dervishew sang a promise, stepped out, and disappeared into the snow.

"Amitabha! I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Good!

The wind and snow were cold, and the snowflakes whistled down, covering the footprints of the monks, maintaining the eternal color of the arctic ice field.

Not long after, the glacier suddenly erupted with earth-shattering energy fluctuations, flakes of snow exploded in the air and annihilated, the earth cracked, and the creatures in the ice field exploded into clouds of blood mist in the wail. The roar of the dragon carried bursts of Buddha sounds throughout the cold realm of the extreme north, and there was a roaring sound of glacier collapse, which shook the sky and lasted for a long time......

......

Hall of the Clouds.

Jiang Feng was in the middle of being bored, there were often disciples passing by around, when they saw him, they all lowered their heads and squinted, walked sideways quickly, and did not hide their jealousy of Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng sometimes looked at them, they would all tremble, and hurriedly bowed down to say hello.

In this way, Jiang Feng was even more helpless......

"Am I that terrible?"

During this period of time, Jiang Feng waited for others to challenge him at the beginning, until he finally waited until he was impatient, and no one came to challenge him. In addition to going to Jishengtang every day to chat with Zhao Mingsheng and play with the little junior sister, Jiang Feng has fallen into an extremely boring state of life. But at what age can a child be forced to cultivate quietly?

So, Jiang Feng decided to take the initiative to challenge. The disciples of the same generation in the six halls were fought by him one by one. Ye Hongfei didn't stop it, his original intention was good, and he hoped that the disciples could take Jiang Feng as their goal, work hard, and practice hard, so as to achieve the purpose of motivating the disciples.

However, these disciples watched as the fruits of their hard work and cultivation were crushed under Jiang Feng's hands, and they watched their usual complacent and proud progress in Jiang Feng's eyes like an unworthy ant. In their hearts, what they feel is not encouragement, but despair!

None of the disciples who fought with Jiang Feng could make ten moves in his hands, even if they didn't use karma, it was just a simple martial arts competition.

What Jiang Feng brought to them was a deep despair that could not find the motivation to cultivate.

"I can't reach it, no matter how hard I try, I can't even do it. ”

When this sense of powerlessness took root in their hearts, as time passed, the hearts of these disciples began to distort.

Later, no one was willing to accept Jiang Feng's challenge, including the Nine Sons of Yunxiao. Fortunately, Jiang Feng is usually quite friendly to people, and he has a good relationship with Bai Shi and Han Feng.

Han Feng is funny, peaceful and approachable, loves to chat with people, prefers to find topics from the zodiac signs, and asks almost everyone: "What do you belong to?"

As for Lei Kelin, although every time he talked to Jiang Feng, he was full of smiles, and his words were also humble and polite, but somehow, Jiang Feng was evil to this smile for no reason, which was an intuition and had nothing to do with rational judgment. has the same feeling, and Xia Tong.

After a period of correspondence, Jiang Feng found that Xia Tong was bold and martial, and had an extraordinary dedication to martial arts practice, and he did not feel resentful because Jiang Feng had defeated him in the Chongyang Competition before, especially after Jiang Feng began to take the initiative to go around and make appointments with others, he was the only one who took the initiative to launch a revenge war. Pity...... After two or three times, Xia Tong also chose to avoid the battle......

Among the Nine Sons of Yunxiao, the rest of them cultivated harder than Jiang Feng and Xia Yeyan, and Jiang Feng had very little time to joke with them. In the end, he could only go back to his room alone to cultivate.

The disciples have never slackened their cultivation efforts, but while they are making progress, Jiang Feng is also making progress bit by bit, even if they are a little reluctant, but every time Jiang Feng shows his cultivation, the despair in the hearts of the disciples will deepen a little bit, and the hope will become more and more slim. By the time Jiang Feng had recently displayed his cultivation, he had almost reached the Great Perfection realm of the Divine Void Realm!

......

Leaving the state, the cold land of the far north.

On the snowfield, a snow fox is foraging for food, the snow fox's fur is like snow, and its eyes are smart, showing that it is not an ordinary animal. Suddenly, the mountains shook, the ice and the tortoise cracked, and the crack spread like a wound, and the deepest part of the crack was enough to be a foot wide, as deep as the abyss, and there was no light in sight.

The vision suddenly appeared, the fur on the snow fox's body exploded, and he wailed in horror, forcing his trembling four-legged run and hurriedly hid in the snow cave.

The snow fox curled up its head, its eyes closed and shivering. From the depths of the ice sea, a terrifying aura that suffocated it came from the cracks in the ice. This dangerous aura aroused the deepest fear in the depths of the snow native spirits' instincts, giving them a sense of insignificance as ants facing the power of the sky, and making them unconsciously have an urge to surrender.

This is not an illusion, it is the most basic instinctive reaction of living beings.

"Roar!"

A dragon roared violently, coming from the bottom of the sea of ice without light and shadow, and in an instant, the water and sky rolled up, stirring up thousands of waves, which was comparable to the glacier condensed for thousands of years.

Rumble!

A light and shadow rushed out of the stormy waves, heading straight to the sky, revealing the true body of the Han Jiao Qianzhang Jiaolong. The body of the Hanjiao is covered with tight dragon scales, each of which is the size of an adult, and it shines with a silvery white glow in the sunlight. The head of the cold Jiao is like a dragon, but there are no horns, and each of the four claws has four toes, but under a closer look, next to the fourth toe, there is still a protrusion, which is hidden into a five-toed trend.

"Roar!"

There was another long howl, the dragon's might overflowed, the waves hit the sky, and the creatures retreated. Thousands of miles away, there is no more action. Han Jiao hovered in the air for a while, turned his head and burrowed into the glacier cave, turning into a handsome man in silver clothes and silver hair.

"A thousand years of penance will eventually turn into a dragon and soar!"

The interior of the cave is very spacious, with all kinds of furniture and objects, simple but luxurious. In the depths of the cave, there is an ice wall, smooth as a mirror, and countless rare treasures are piled up along the way, exuding brilliant brilliance, which is very dazzling. There are so many treasures that they can arouse anyone's greed.

The ice wall is like a mirror, but there is an ascetic old monk sealed in it, the robe is shabby, the body is covered with wounds, and several fatal wounds have long been nodular. The old monk folded his hands, his face was indifferent, and he had long lost his vitality.

The crazy and evil silver-haired man who was transformed by Han Jiao walked slowly, not knowing how to pick up the treasure at hand to observe and admire, and his face showed a look of fascination. When he came to the ice wall, Han Jiao saw the remains of the old monk in the ice, and he was immediately furious.

A month ago, he washed a small town in Lizhou in order to practice blood, and a few days later, this old monk suddenly came to the glacier and said that he wanted to fight for Tianxingdao.

The old monk's cultivation is not weak, at the beginning of the unguarded Han Jiao did suffer some dark losses, but it is a pity that the old monk still underestimated the cultivation of Han Jiao, and finally was killed by the Han Jiao who came to his senses and was sealed in the ice wall, but the old monk still gave up his life before he died, launched the forbidden technique, and injured the Han Jiao, so that he had to dive into the depths of the North Sea, and retreat and heal by the extremely cold breath of the North Sea, until today.

"Although this seat is injured, but thanks to the blessing of this old bald donkey, not only is the foundation not damaged, but the cultivation is re-advanced, and the dragon will be able to fly up in a few days, but this 'dragon tribulation' can no longer be delayed......

Han Jiao paced and groaned, and said in a sad voice: "This seat has practiced penance for thousands of years, and I don't know how many mortals, monks, demon beasts, and alien spirits have been devoured to reach today's realm, but it has also caused the sinful karma to be difficult to purify. If the tribulation fails, but is destroyed, wouldn't it be a waste of the work of devouring living beings for thousands of years?"

"If you can find a talisman treasure that will protect me from harm, or help me survive the calamity, it's just ...... Where to find it?" Han Jiao frowned, there were no treasures of this level in the treasures he had collected for thousands of years.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the old monk in the wall, and Han Jiao thought a little: "If you say that the treasure of the body, the best of the Buddha Gate Incense Valley should be the first choice, but the water of the Buddha Gate is deep, and I am afraid that there is no ...... return."

"Although the Xiuzhen family also has inheritance treasures, there are many bloodline restrictions, even if I win it, I am afraid it will be difficult to use!"

Han Jiao eliminated the impossible options one after another, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and remembered something: "Seven years ago, it was rumored in Kyushu that Jiang Feng, the disciple of Ye Hongfei, the master of the Yunxiao Palace, once happened to get a Buddhist talisman relic and wore it on his body, I don't know if it's true or not...... Although the matter finally calmed down, there are also official statements, but it is better to believe that it exists, not to believe that it is not, the older generation of the Yunxiao Hall has been missing for many years, and the current hall master is still young, at most, it is only the cultivation of the 'True Self Realm', which is not to worry about, and it is worth exploring. ”

"The catastrophe is near, time is short, you can gamble! However, the Cloud Sky Hall is an immortal Gu Immortal Sect, which is also unfathomable, if I go with a demon body, I will be recognized, or I can deceive it!"

Han Jiao pinched his fingers, his eyes condensed, and when he turned around in the cave, he showed the true body of a thousand zhang Jiaolong, roaring and groaning in his mouth, and staring at the corpse of the old monk in the ice wall.

Han Jiao's forehead suddenly flashed with silver light, and his spirit flew out, turning into a small dragon with a length of a few feet, as if swimming in the water, easily passing through the ice wall and drilling into the eyebrows of the old monk's body.

Boom!

The ice wall made a clattering sound, suddenly exploded, and the ice chips scattered and flew in all directions, and under the soft sunlight drilled into the ice cave, the brilliance flowed, and the scene in the cave was like a fairyland.

In the ice and dust, the eyelashes of the old monk who had long passed away trembled, the scars on his body disappeared instantly, and his skin seemed to be reborn, and he opened his eyes again in the brilliance, shooting out two piercing cold rays!

The "old monk" raised his hand and made a move, and the tin staff that had been broken in two was restored again, and when it returned to his hand, the golden bowl swirled in the air, shooting out a golden pillar of light, enveloping Han Jiao's body. I saw that Han Jiao's true body was rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a small snake, curled up in the golden bowl, and fell back into the hands of the "old monk".

The "old monk" smiled wickedly and shouted loudly: "Amitabha!