Long Lin carried the gale trick, pulled a large ice block half a zhang wide in the gap between the howling winds, blocked Yang Huiru's body, and pushed it in the direction of Dugo Peak: "Go..."

The ice cube only resisted two or three breaths before it was bombarded and torn into tens of thousands of pieces by the violent wind. But these two or three breaths were enough, Long Lin saw that the white space behind this ice wall was clear for a moment, and Yang Yanru's figure disappeared.

Only when you are on the sea of love do you know what the real "badland" is. It was originally just a cold and dead ice field, but after the rules were broken, the ice and water were restless day and night, constantly trembling, transforming, and reorganizing in some endless vast force. The water is strange cold and boiling, and the ice is solid and ethereal, and in an instant people can see all kinds of illusory illusions that are magnificent to the heart-splitting, pure to terrifying, and treacherous to suffocating. In this vast, chaotic, cold and oppressive sea, Long Lin has a deep sense of powerlessness, feeling as humble as an ant, as small as dust... People who are not enough in the realm will be frozen and shattered in an instant, and then they will be endlessly decomposed into countless droplets of ice and ice, so to speak, there are no real bones left.

There is no permanent solid thing in the sea, no glaciers, no sand and gravel, no living creatures... With the cooperation of the extreme cold and the wind, even the feeling of dead silence was destroyed, and the strange whistling of the wind filled the eardrums, and the complete chaos and extreme clarity were like a huge cat pupil that absorbed all the light and shadow between heaven and earth. Time and space seemed to be disordered, causing the divine consciousness to be unable to stretch normally, and he could only barely scan the area of about a hundred miles, and this was only the sensing range of the Jindan period; Long Lin tried to forcibly extend the divine consciousness, and suddenly felt that countless winds flowed back into the sea of consciousness along the divine consciousness, setting off wild waves, and the entire sea of consciousness seemed to be about to swell, so he hurriedly withdrew his divine consciousness.

Compared with the inch-like pain he experienced when he was a child when he was transformed by the Origin Bead countless times and reconstituted the muscles, bones and flesh in his body, the pain of the Gangfeng Fengmang's cutting and impacting of the body was not very unbearable to him, but he didn't know what situation he would encounter after going deep into the sea of love, and he was a little hesitant;

The icy wind that entered the sea of knowledge seemed to alarm his Origin Bead, and he clearly sensed that the Origin Bead shook slightly, as if conveying some kind of anger, and when it landed, the red mangs were flourishing, and those wind blades were like snow flakes falling into the boiling magma lake, and they disappeared in a flash. For the first time, Long Lin was closer to the bead than before in his inner vision, no longer hazy and unreachable, but saw its true face—a five-colored eye of the storm hovering on the surface and surrounded by a large number of ultra-high concentration of energy, which seemed to give birth to an unimaginable and overwhelming planet. The planet was surrounded by a faint cyan mist, like ribbons of different widths. This green mist made him feel strange and a little stunned.

The five long rays of light around the Origin Bead became a little shortened and dimmed, as if they had been partially captured by the bead itself. As the Origin Bead "grew bigger", his sea of consciousness was also expanding slightly, and Long Lin realized that extending his divine consciousness on the sea of slashing love would be beneficial to strengthening his divine sense and opening up the sea of consciousness.

Sure enough, after millions of repeated throws and retrieval of the Divine Consciousness, Long Lin saw the overview of the sea area of nearly 100,000 miles, but this was the limit, if it continued like this, the Divine Consciousness would suddenly disappear, as if it had been chopped up and devoured by some extremely powerful strangulation array... The severe headache made Long Lin almost fall into the white and blue waves. But those shattered divine senses still made him sense that there was a huge whirlpool in the sea, and under the whirlpool might be the source of this strange and vast power.

The Heavenly Punishment Technique in his body worked to the fastest extent, and five stars were released from the center of his eyebrows, protecting his whole body in the five-color light mask, stretching out his five fingers, five sharp blade-like golden heart purple flames gushed out from his fingertips, and with a "snort", he tore a short hole in the void with the burning belt, and his body shook, like a light wind, and fled towards the middle of the sea.

He finally saw the huge whirlpool. It sometimes reverses, sometimes smooth, without any regular rotation, exuding an extremely desolate and crazy, majestic and silent breath, as if it can swallow the sun and the moon, and crush time and space; The transformation is so fast that it is dizzying, thinking that they are all kinds of illusions that they saw before their death. Long Lin sensed some kind of familiar breath, a trace of Mao Chrysanthemum's breath, very faint, intermittent, faint to the point of almost a conjecture. But his divine sense, which was nearly a thousand times stronger, still made him affirm one thing: Mao Chrysanthemum was here.

But he still underestimated the power of the whirlpool. At one point close to it, his body was shredded by a dead leaf in the rain of swords: he could clearly hear the bones of his body cracking like popping beans under the shattered and flying armor, and he saw his arm go limp like noodles... The skin around his body instantly turned red as his internal organs and blood vessels shattered, and a few faint streaks of green qi emanated from his seven orifices, intercepting the blood that was about to spurt out.

Like an impossibly soft pink bladder with a carbonized and cracked surface, covered in fine bone scum, Long Lin fell into the center of the vortex.

Perhaps because he carried a heavy little world with him, he was not swallowed back and forth and spit out like other ephemeral solid floats, but tumbled and sank to the bottom of the sea. Before losing consciousness, he summoned the Shaker Blade. Because even in such an extreme pain that he had never experienced in his life, he also felt the anger of the Light Shaking Knife—to be precise, the anger of the Light Shaker Spirit Lanling Tai Lanling—the kind of anger that seemed to be able to tear apart the galaxy, and the entire sea of slashing emotions boiling in the extreme cold was suddenly silenced, and there was a moment of tranquility.

Why didn't I feel his divine power until I was about to die? Long Lin thought to himself, as the cold waters froze his body and limbs, and he turned into a stiff stone that fell to the bottom of the sea, which was as dark as hell but not quiet.

Before he closed his eyes, he saw a huge "half-moon" moon ring, glowing with a white shimmer, with a round bottom facing down, the plane facing up, and the plane smooth, and looking down like an impeccably long straight line, giving the impression that it was a moon split in half, half of which fell into the Arctic Ice Sheet, turning the place into a never-ending sea of love. It is from this "half moon" that a steady stream of magnificent power is released.

At the same time, in a dark golden light, he saw the face of a young man who was about to disappear. This face is more handsome than all human beings can imagine, and it is extremely special: half of the complexion on the face is as white as if he had recovered from a serious illness, and half of his heart is as gray and black as a tree, and the left and right sides of his face are completely different, and the right half of his face seems to be shrouded in the dark night forever.

And despite all the strange complexion, it did not affect his beauty at all, as if it should be so half-white and half-black, it is possible to make a face so beautiful. He narrowed his eyes slightly in the golden light, as if there was some kind of unsuitable disgust and disdain. The golden light suddenly disappeared, and it was extremely thin and short, like a wound in the sky.

This face was completely unfamiliar to Long Lin, and it felt unusually familiar. Before losing consciousness, the four words "Lanling of Lantai" still swept past his sea of knowledge.

For the first time, Long Lin completely lost control of the Shaking Light Blade.

It was as if he had entered a long nightmare, struggling to swim forward in a dark and oppressive passage. He didn't know where this passage would lead, he didn't know when it would end, he knew that he had to go forward, and he could only go forward, and he couldn't stay for a moment... After some time, he saw a little dark golden starlight, faint and flickering.

That must be the exit from the end, he thought?

"Boom ..." a huge earthquake that seemed to be enough to change the world accompanied by a loud noise, Long Lin suddenly found himself standing on a boundless mountain and river, this is a new world of boundless spring, infinite vitality, every leaf is as clear as the eyes of a newborn baby, every mountain is as tall as a new bamboo shoot in the rain; the river flows happily, without any ties, the blue glazed water is absolutely dusty, reflecting the clouds and shadows of the sky and the flowers and trees on the waterfront, cultivating bamboos, and leaves... As soon as he looked up, he saw the planet that had grown larger, and it was also new: an extra golden light.

He thought in surprise and bewilderment, and was a little helpless in the face of this rich, vast, and perfect world, and carefully picked up a fine sand, and found that this sand crystal was extremely pure, and when it turned, it also reflected the verdant spring mountains and rippling rivers.

In this grain of fine sand, he seemed to see some kind of heaven and earth avenue.