"Damn!" Nangong Fan's face changed, he didn't expect that he had exhausted everything, and finally cleared the cold qi and swung a blow in the ups and downs, which was useless. I could only watch as the fire lotus on the sword was annihilated in the frost.

The cold air invaded the body from the wound again, and when should the next time I had the strength to strike? Or do I still have the ability to strike again?

Nangong Fan lowered his head and looked at his bloodstained body, his mind full of question marks.

Fierce winds swept across the land, and the demon beasts that were almost completely integrated with the ice field turned into a torrent and began the great migration that they had long been accustomed to.

If it weren't for this storm, no one would have believed that there would be so many monsters in this uninhabited far north.

They have their own circle of life, and even the old hunters who roam the ice fields rarely find their traces.

They walk on the snow without a trace, and they have white flowers all over their bodies, which looks a little cute.

Alack!

It is rare for ethnic groups that usually have enmity not to rise into disputes.

Under this storm, except for the thick body of a polar bear, all living beings are no different from ants. Maybe it's worse than the ants, at least the range of the ants being bombarded is not as huge.

They wish their parents would have two more legs.

A demon beast ran away from the trajectory of the storm, shook its buttocks, and turned its head to look at the demon beast behind him, revealing a very spiritual sneer.

As if to say: Sample, my brother is already safe, you can't do it.

Their eyes froze abruptly behind them, how could there be fire flickering above the storm?

The fire magnified in the eyes.

Hmm, is this the legendary Super Whirlwind Charge Fire and Ice Tornado? Not to mention, it's still a bit pretty.

The flames quickly died out, and the storm seemed to swell a little more, with sparks flickering at the edges, white vapor steaming, and nothing could be seen realistically.

"Boom!"

The monster beast that looked back was pushed away by a violent wave of qi, and the snow under its feet that had just been standing lifted up, wrapping it around it and throwing it away as if it were far away.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the moment it closed its eyes, it saw an unknown number of demon beasts flying wildly in the wind and snow and sparks, and the blood color came into its eyes, and the storm seemed to be a few more huge than just now?

A huge suction force pulled from the storm and rushed him into the air, the snowflakes like knives, the knives cut through his relatively strong body, blood gushing out, the chill invading his body, it turned into an ice cube in its struggle, and it rose and fell in the wind and snow, heading deeper into the north.

......

The icy blue earth was almost connected to the sky, and the sky here seemed so low that it seemed as if you could touch the ice clouds rolling on top of it if you stood on tiptoe.

There wasn't much sound here, only the wind whistling by, with a bone-chilling cold, goosebumps scattered all over the ground, and hairs stood on end.

It seems that this is a world that belongs entirely to ghosts, full of cold, without the slightest fluctuation of life.

Beyond this ice-blue realm, there was a snow-white world, and there seemed to be an inconspicuous line that turned this place that was obviously close to each other into two worlds.

At the junction of the two worlds, there is a small village.

Wooden houses in the plains stood tall in the frost.

In the middle of the village, a young man stood out of thin air wrapped in thick clothes, his hands hanging down and safely beside him, a long sword with a demonic nature looming under the palm of his hand.

There are two quaint big characters on the body of the sword - ask the devil.

Under the question, there is a column of tiny handwriting - dare to ask the sky, what is the devil?

The magic sword swayed in the frost, the young man closed his pupils in the frost and stood silently, after a while, he finally opened his eyes, the divine light flickered, as if there was frost shooting out from the pupils, melting between heaven and earth.

The youth moved, gently moving in the wind and snow.

A cold light loomed, and he only felt a flower in front of him, and the magic sword jumped on the palm of the white but somewhat calloused hand.

The sword was not immense, but it seemed to merge with the entire heaven and earth, just a white line crossed, and then quickly disappeared without a trace. It's as if everything was just an illusion.

The young man returned to the way he had been, his eyes closed and his sword falling. It's as if it's never moved.

In the middle of the night, a soft sound lingered in the distance.

This sound, which is easily ignored in a lively place, is so pleasant in this empty realm.

The small ice mounds in front of the village clattered in half, and the exposed rocks were covered with dense frost, forming two dwarf hills in the snow and ice.

The initial frost seems to have been caused by his sword?

The young man sighed and opened his eyes again.

"That's right! Master Li, there has been progress again. A faint voice sounded behind him.

A monk in a gray monk's robe appeared strangely.

The young man surnamed Li turned around, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and bowed respectfully, "Master Qingming." ”

"There's another storm here, go check it out. Master Qingming nodded slightly, his eyes full of kindness.

"Yes. The young man surnamed Li nodded, clenched the long sword that had accompanied him for ten years in his hand and walked towards the outside of the village.

......

The young man surnamed Li was wrapped in thick clothes, even if his strength was amazing, he felt extremely uncomfortable under this bone-chilling wind, and he didn't know how those ascetics like Master Qingming stayed in such an environment for ten years.

If it weren't for the reputation of his own teacher, he wouldn't be accepted by them, right?

Although he will not discriminate against himself as a disciple of the Demon Sect, he will never recognize himself, and he will cultivate under their care.

These days, he has seen the Wolf Emperor traveling, accompanied by a pack of wolves howling. I've seen the bear king turn into white bones in the yin wind.

There was something evil about this place, and of course he knew why, it was so close to the maverick city. Just watched the rough-skinned and thick-skinned bear king turn into a handful of snow water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some of them could still twist and hold up the white skeleton and stand up again, covered with flesh and blood again. Even he, a disciple of the Demon Sect, was panicked when he saw it for the first time.

"Well, the master didn't tell me the direction, I guess I have to find it myself. Is it a test?" The young man surnamed Li had a little more interest in his eyes, he had been here in the depths of Beiliang for less than a year, and he had encountered quite a few storms, but he had never seen a few super storms that could be blown here from the periphery.

In such a storm, even if you fall into it, you will have a death crisis, right?

The young man surnamed Li stood on top of a small ice mound, the snowflakes blurred his vision, and he couldn't see the distant scene, and ordinary people probably couldn't even see his feet clearly.

The young man surnamed Li was not flustered, looking around, and there seemed to be another pupil in his eyes, as small as a needle, revealing a trace of demonic indifference.

The four pupils swayed, the ice shone, and the snowflakes in front of him became vain, peeled away from his mind, allowing him to look into the distance.

"Hmm. It still doesn't seem to be able to last long. The young man surnamed Li felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and this heavy pupil technique used his demonic nature, which was not yet very proficient, and it was too reluctant for him. The eyelids couldn't help but close heavily, covering his tired pupils, and the small magic pupils were still above the eyelids, staring ahead without emotion.

"Hmm, what's that?"

The young man surnamed Li saw a pool of blood in the ice blue and snow white, "It seems that this storm is a bit strong, and it has ravaged a lot of demon beasts." I wonder if there are any living ones?"

With his eyes closed, he lifted his steps and headed towards where he saw. In such an environment, the magic pupil is more useful than his own pupil, and he doesn't know where it goes.

The young man surnamed Li withstood the wind and cold, and it took a stick of incense to reach this seemingly not far place.

The severed limbs are unfolded in front of you, hidden by the wind and frost, and the blood is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there will be no blood here, only cold and strange purity of the world.

"How many demon beasts must have died here?" the young man surnamed Li couldn't help but smack his tongue, the blood that could stand all the way to this place in the storm, he could imagine how helpless the demon beasts were under the boundless hurricane, and the hard bones were dismembered in it. The tragic situation encountered is chilling to think about.

If it were a young man surnamed Li, he would have left if he just looked at it, but Master Qingming's group of ascetics, although they have never asked about the world, their Buddhism is much stronger than those who wander around the Buddhist sect. That's the essential difference, and that's the real difference between not going to hell and who going to hell.

The young man surnamed Li greatly admired these monks who could endure boundless loneliness, not to mention that they still had a lot of teachings for themselves, allowing them to comprehend the laws of their hearts and minds.

They are compassionate and want to save everyone, and as juniors, they can only contribute to this.

He stepped into the bloody field, blood bubbles exploding on the tips of his feet, and the unpleasant smell of blood came to his nose.

"It's miserable, it seems that there are no living creatures left. The young man surnamed Li shook his head, although he said this, he was still ready to take a good look at this bloody land and even the vicinity.

Just walked around like this, and there was nothing on the edge except broken white bones.

"Is it necessary to go to the center again?" The young man surnamed Li's face was still calm, and the smell of blood in the air had faded a lot, but the edge was so miserable, the center of the storm was multiplied, and there would be no living creatures, even if the polar bear was really in the center, it would be crushed into scum, right?

Step by step towards the center, the young man surnamed Li no longer has any hope, he should go back after a passing motion, this is a meaningless thing, how can cultivation be important?

"What is it?" The young man surnamed Li was startled, he actually stepped on something much softer than the ice ground, could it be that there were really people who could live tenaciously under the storm?

Interested in it, he immediately crouched down and shaved the blood-stained smoothie.

What caught my eye was a set of dragon scale armor, which looked extremely extraordinary, and it constantly emitted a ghostly light to resist the invasion of cold air.

"Something familiar?" The young man surnamed Li was even more interested, and the treasure armor that could make him familiar to him was either an acquaintance who had passed it in front of him, or which book he had read it in, but anyway, with this familiarity, he was also a little solemn.

Frost surged between his fingers, and the magic sword stabbed straight down to the ground.

The ice and snow were pried open, and a complete body appeared in front of the young man surnamed Li.

Except for the place obscured by the dragon scale armor, there is no place that is intact.

It was covered in blood and frost, but it seemed like a good thing, at least it blocked the wound and didn't lead to excessive blood loss and death. In fact, it's not a good thing, the cold has completely invaded his body, and the vitality is being consumed crazily, so will it be far from the passage of vitality?

The eyes of the young man surnamed Li were more solemn, and his fingers lightly touched the top of the body, and before he really touched it, the dragon scale armor flashed with a ghostly light. He was defenseless, and a small cut was made in his fingers, and the cold air instantly squeezed through.

"Is this spiritual weapon a spirit, or is it a precaution made by you subconsciously?" The young man surnamed Li had to sigh at the tenacity of the life of the person in front of him.

Fortunately, the dragon scale armor had little power left during this long journey, and his fingers swayed with ice, resisting the ghostly light, and touching the slightly stiff skin. I couldn't help but sigh lightly, "There is also temperature, so the problem is not very big." ”

If the shell is completely like an ice cube, that's a big problem that is hard to solve. Now it only takes a little recuperation to restore the person in front of you. Of course, weakness after awakening is certainly essential.

He turned over the body that was slumped on the ground with all his might, and the familiar face came into view, his eyes froze, and he was shocked, "Kurosawa?"