Heavy rain was falling, and the sky was dark.

Rainwater seeps through the soil and flows slowly into the earth.

Cold, Feng Jiutian only felt that her whole body was trembling, and the thin clothes couldn't stop the freezing at all.

How could it be, the magic she practiced was a fire-controlling technique that could ward off the cold.

At this moment, not only did she feel the boundless cold, but she also felt that all the strength around her body was being stripped away little by little.

Oh no, this thought suddenly flashed through my heart.

His eyes opened, revealing a shining. The fingertips touched lightly, sealing the spiritual power in his body.

In front of her eyes, it was dark, and she was sitting on a pile of mud, her limbs all sunk into the dirt.

The wounds on her body had long been numb from the ice, and at this moment, there was only one thing she cared about.

What the hell was this place, she tried to get up, all her limbs were confined and she couldn't move at all.

"Damn it." She raised an eyebrow and slammed herself out of the dirt, ignoring her tattered clothes.

fell to the ground, and the struggle just now had exhausted all her strength.

When she recovered, she began to try to get up and began to explore.

First of all, she can be sure that she is now in the dark, dark underground, which does not see the light of day.

As he walked, he felt the edge of the wall and carefully guarded against the obstacles under his feet.

Walking slowly, I don't know how long I walked, suddenly a bright light appeared in front of me.

With a look of relief on her face, she ran up in three steps and two steps. A cold, gloomy wind blew from within. The closer you go, the more biting the cold wind becomes. Feng Jiutian gritted his teeth and wrapped his hands around his body.

What appeared in front of her was a vast area of snow-white ice, and several white snowflakes flew in the air and fell gracefully.

The ice surface is very transparent, and you can see the bright ice lotus blooming faintly under your feet.

In the center was a large ice coffin, with a half-human-high blade stuck above it, glowing with a cold light.

Inexplicably, Feng Jiutian was attracted by the strange scenery here, braved the cold, and walked towards the ice coffin.

When she saw the people inside the ice coffin clearly, she was really amazed, and there was a look of shock in her eyes.

There was a man lying quietly in the ice coffin, his long silver hair hanging down over his hips, as smooth as satin, showing his face on a snowy day, his facial features were exceptionally clear and elegant, his soft facial lines were mixed with cold and hard edges and corners, and his skin was white and red, but not morbidly pale. It is as gentle and flawless as the best mutton fat jade. The eyebrows are picturesque, and the delicate eyebrows are slightly raised.

The long eyelashes, the closed phoenix eyes are narrow and sultry, with the unique nobility and elegance of the East, but they are slightly provoked at the corners of the eyes, enchanting and charming.

A crescent-colored robe just wrapped his slender and straight figure, and his expression at this time was tinged with a thin anger, especially the thin lips with a good curvature, which were tightly pursed and vented his inner dissatisfaction.

This man is unparalleled in his beauty.

Feng Jiutian was stunned, and his fingers involuntarily traced the outline of the man's handsome appearance in the air. Rao is a woman who is not a nymphomaniac, and she can't help but stare at the man vigorously.

She rubbed her eyes, making sure what she was seeing was real.

According to his age, this man is also in his early twenties, so bewitching and handsome, it is a pity that he died so early.