The bottom of Beishan Lake.

The coffin is placed horizontally in it.

Fang Xiu landed at the bottom of the lake, his brows furrowed slightly.

You must know that the bottom of Beishan Lake is the place where the chill is the heaviest in the entire Beishan Lake.

But now.

The chill had subsided a lot, at least by at least half of what it had been when he first came to Beishan Lake.

And in this chill, there is a faint violent.

In the breath, there is a scorching fiery nature.

"It seems that the drought is indeed not far from breaking the seal. ”

Fang Xiu thought secretly.

The drought is a genus of fire, and the Xuanbing coffin exists to suppress this fierce creature.

The source of the chill of Beishan Lake also comes from the Xuanbing coffin.

But now that the chill has subsided to this point, it means that the power of the Xuanbing coffin is rapidly declining.

On the contrary, the weakening of the Xuanbing coffin means that the resistance of the drought will become stronger and stronger.

Even if he didn't get completely close to the Xuanbing coffin, Fang Xiu could clearly feel the violent aura contained in the drought.

That kind of aura is by no means comparable to that of an idle true immortal.

When he came to the Xuanbing coffin, the familiar green shirt came into Fang Xiu's eyes.

A pair of crimson eyes met his gaze.

At the beginning, it was these eyes that scared Fang Xiu away.

But now when he looked at the eyes of the drought fish, although Fang Xiu's heart was solemn, he did not have the intention of retreating.

looked at the Xuanbing coffin in front of him, as well as the drought in the coffin.

Fang Xiu's face was calm, and he silently looked at the other party.

Neither side retreated, and not even the light of his eyes fluctuated for half a minute.

After half ringing.

Fang Xiu's palm touched the Xuanbing coffin, and a bone-chilling chill rose from it, and a thin layer of frost spread upwards from his palm.

Bang!

The arm shook slightly, and the condensed frost shattered inch by inch.

When he looked at the Xuan Bing coffin again, Fang Xiu's face was also slightly solemn.

Something that can suppress the drought is definitely a rare treasure.

But just a slight touch almost froze his body, and the power of the Xuanbing coffin was still above his estimate.

With his palm in the Xuanbing coffin, Fang Xiu also had a new understanding of the drought.

The violent aura hidden in the coffin exploded instantly the moment his palm touched it.

"Extreme Dao...... Or go beyond the extreme!"

Fang Xiu was secretly shocked, and immediately an irrepressible surprise surged in his heart.

As an ancient murderous creature, the drought fish has a great reputation.

According to his estimates, it is very likely that the drought is comparable to the existence of the Extreme Dao True Immortal, and it is very likely that it is not weaker than the Extreme Dao True Immortal who walked out of the second path.

But when he was in close contact with the power of the drought fish, Fang Xiu found that he still underestimated the power of the drought fish.

Separated by a Xuanbing coffin, it has been sealed for at least a thousand years.

The aura that erupted from the drought was still not weaker than that of the Extreme Dao True Immortal.

This means that the drought in the heyday is definitely not just as simple as the Extreme Dao True Immortal, but also has a great possibility of being a strong person who surpasses the True Immortal.

It is also -

Indestructible!

Originally, in the process of leaving the Zhengtian Sect, Fang Xiu's idea of coming to Nanshan Mansion was indeed a plan to use the power of the Drought Demon.

But now, he had a different idea in his heart.

Black gas lingered in his arm, wrapping around the Xuanbing coffin little by little.

The dark vortex in his body seemed to have broken free from the shackles of his body, and the black gas on Fang Xiu's body overflowed, as if it had turned into a terrifying vortex, swallowing everything including light.

Soon, the Xuanbing coffin was shrouded in.

Rumble!

As if sensing the danger, the Xuan Bing coffin contained a terrifying chill that erupted in an instant.

It was a chill far beyond the bottom of Beishan Lake.

Even the space condensed a thick layer of hoarfrost in an instant.

Not only that, but the black mist that shrouded the Xuanbing coffin seemed to slowly condense.

Under the impact of this terrifying chill, Fang Xiu's complexion also changed, and his flesh and blood were all subjected to a powerful impact at this moment, as if he would turn into an ice sculpture in the next moment.

"It's a terrible chill, this is the treasure of suppressing the drought...... In its heyday, it might have been a little tricky, but now, it can't make any waves!"

Fang Xiu's eyes were slightly cold, and the boiling qi and blood exploded, as thick as mercury slurry.

The chill that invaded the body was also instantly dispersed in front of this mercury-like qi and blood.

Hmmm-

The dark vortex swirled rapidly, and the vast devouring power pulled all the chill into it.

The power of the Xuan Ice Coffin's eruption was difficult to break free from in the face of this dark whirlpool.

As the dark vortex continued to devour, Fang Xiu could clearly feel that his strength was increasing step by step.

The speed of this increase was something he had never experienced before.

Even if he had devoured two Immortal Court Star Generals who were comparable to True Immortals before, the increased cultivation power would not have been able to devour the Xuanbing Coffin so quickly.

In Beishan Lake, the pervasive chill receded at a terrifying rate.

Fu Hanxue, who was outside Beishan Lake, also discovered this abnormality for the first time.

She has been in Beishan Lake for so many years, and she knows everything about her every move here, coupled with the powerful divine perception of the true immortals, how can she hide the strangeness of Beishan Lake.

"Chill recession...... Has the drought been broken?" Fu Hanxue looked puzzled, her eyes staring at Beishan Lake.

I saw that under the penetrating gaze, I could only see endless black fog emerge, occupying the entire bottom of Beishan Lake.

As soon as her gaze touched the black mist, she had the illusion that she was going to be swallowed up.

Suddenly—

Fu Hanxue withdrew her gaze, and was secretly shocked in her heart: "What the hell is that black mist, could it be the sect leader's means?"

After all, Beishan Lake has not had any problems for so many years, and not long after Fang Xiu entered it, such an abnormality happened, and it was difficult not to connect the two.

In the right way, she should now go to the bottom of Beishan Lake to take a look.

Thinking of what Fang Xiu said before entering the bottom of the lake, Fu Hanxue had no choice but to hold back his inner movements and wait in place.

For Fang Xiu, Fu Hanxue didn't know much about it.

Especially since the other party has been in retreat for so many years, she can't see how far she has gone when she has gone out of the customs and cultivated.

But one thing is certain.

Fang Xiu's strength before the retreat was not weaker than that of Wudang, and this time he went out of the customs, he must have entered the realm.

Just looking at the black mist that could swallow her gaze, Fu Hanxue could know the horror in it.

At this time......

The Xuanbing coffin was swallowed and dissolved by the black mist little by little, and at the same time as the chill subsided, a tyrannical and manic aura was waking up step by step.

Fang Xiu's face was calm, still controlling the black mist, constantly devouring the Xuanbing coffin.

However, he didn't devour it with all his might, but secretly accumulated a part of his strength, preparing for what would happen next.