Frozen three feet, the cold air was overwhelming, and at first there were still sporadic snowflakes, imprinting the surrounding scene in the space, and in a blink of an eye, the storm swirled with snowflakes, and the whole station seemed to be pulled into an ice age, the scattered ruins froze hard, and the ice flowers on the glass grew wildly until the glass shattered.

In the electric fire space, the cold air diffused from the station froze the puddles within a radius of 100 meters, the ground froze, and the raindrops on the ground that had not yet fallen became hail and smashed on the ice, and the dim street lights flickered on and off, and finally the light was stopped by the cold air.

Ling Feng in Hummer H2 shivered coldly, so he sat up and turned on the air conditioner, the car window was covered by ice flowers, but he could still see the scene outside in the gap, and the city of the Ice Age was in front of him.

The cold air pierced the skin of the Dead Hole Hill like a seamless needle felt, and just the cold had to make him open the contract, but the domain pattern was only the size of the soles of his feet, and if he wanted to expand, he was blocked by the cold.

The hill of the dead hole looked at the ridiculous pattern field under his feet and was stunned, gritted his teeth and cracked the corners of his mouth, the faint yellow tail flame was so dim under the cold air as if it did not exist, the hill of the dead hole realized that he had overplayed, this mad, terrifying realm power he was very familiar with, thousands of miles of glaciers, ice moving mountains and rivers, all just in his thoughts, and the huge space in front of him was simply rare.

The storm came out behind him, struggling forward with the hair of the hill of the hole, as if he wanted to escape from here, the hill of the hill slowly turned around, just when he turned halfway, the silver light was like a stream, the wind was galloping, the hill of the hill didn't see clearly whether it was a knife light or a figure, but in a moment of trance, he only felt that he was missing something, his body stiffened in place, the hill of the hole turned his eyes to look at his right, half of his arm was gone, and the wound continued to flow out of a black breath like night.

Along with the right arm is the eldest sister Song Yunxi.

The pupils of the hill of the dead hole gradually expanded, and with it there was the fear in his heart, the fear was written on his face, the cold and oppressive feeling was on his side, the innate majesty of the monarch, this is the point that the hill of the dead hole has never reached since seeing him, the apex of the five emperors and two kings, the apex of the second generation of gods, this apex reaches the same height of the first generation of gods.

The ice surface imprinted the struggling face of the hill of the hole, and on the right arm that was cut, the hanging night was pulled back by the purple breath, and the purple breath intertwined and condensed into a new arm, the hill of the hole stretched its new claws, clenched his fists, and the claws seeped into the skin and made a crisp hissing sound, like mashing ice slag.

The hill twisted his body and turned to the direction of the storm, in the eye of the wind, Tang Haoyu was condescending, and the white aura like a ghost lingered around him, and the snowflakes in the center of the storm were not raging, but as soft as branches and leaves, these snowflakes fell on Tang Haoyu's body with silver brilliance, as if they were treating Tang Haoyu's injuries.

Also in the center of the storm is the eldest sister, the big sister is no longer wrapped in golden swaddling clothes, but the flowing tide and snow, Tang Haoyu is looking at the eldest sister in the tide and snow, and the obvious difference from just now is that the eldest sister finally relaxed, with a faint smile on her dusty face, Tang Haoyu also followed the silhouette, very shallow and shallow.

And when the Dead Hole Hill turned around and saw Tang Haoyu, what really scared him was not the storm realm, but the knife in Tang Haoyu's right hand, the silver light on the pitch-black knife was flooded, which was a very bad omen, which meant that the current sword soul could no longer suppress its greed for the soul, and couldn't wait to cut off the soul in front of him and cut off his soul.

"Ghost Knife Ruoming. The hill looked at the silver light above in horror, he didn't notice that his breathing became short, and his voice trembled slightly when he said the name of the sword.

As soon as his words fell, Tang Haoyu's gaze fell heavily on him, and suddenly, at the depth that could not be seen at the foot of the Funeral Hill, a pair of silver pupils suddenly opened, and the breath missing from the pupils outlined the pattern of flowers and branches, which was so close that the Funeral Hill wanted to kneel, the horror of the monarch was here, and when you saw him again, you couldn't help but want to kneel down and say goodbye.

But the hill of the dead hole did not kneel, he controlled the instinctive reaction of his body, and with the new power he obtained, the golden breath flowed out of his palm, resisting the coercion of the silver pupils, and a golden scythe appeared in the hand of the hill of the dead hole.

The Hill of the Dead Hole slowly turned his gaze to meet Tang Haoyu's gaze, the golden realm expanded from under his feet, and the scope was much larger than his original contract realm, this was the power of the 'Oath', the Hill of the Dead Hole began to have an idea in his heart, he wanted to use this power to challenge Tang Haoyu and see how far his current ability could be.

This power has reached the point of approaching God when it is only used on ordinary people, and what kind of power will burst out when it is used on the divine body now?

Thinking of this, the fear on the face of the Dead Hole Qiu faded, and turned into an excitement, and it was not a monarch level that must not be reached, so he was not afraid of Tang Haoyu's majesty, and followed his gaze firmly at Tang Haoyu.

The silver whitish tail flame appeared in Tang Haoyu's right eye, but his left eye was as lusterless as if he was blind.

Tang Haoyu held Ruoming's right hand tighter, he looked at the golden aura on the body of the Dead Hole Hill, this is Chu Ziyang's power, he hates the expression and eyes of the Dead Hill now, just like snatching other people's things and looking proud, shameless.

Ruo Ming in his right hand was about to move, Tang Haoyu still had his own consciousness, but this consciousness came and went, from the moment he touched this knife at the site of the candle sky, he felt the terrifying thing about this knife, the devouring power like an endless black hole, constantly pulling away from his spirit.

If it weren't for the pain of this withdrawal, he probably wouldn't be able to wake up, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing in the middle of the storm, the eye of the storm was very warm, so warm that he felt the infinite power flowing in his body, rippling like the ocean, stirring up thousands of waves, when he looked at the hill of the hole again, he subconsciously stretched out his right hand and drew his sword in the air, and the knife was drawn out of the air like this, and his body rushed to the hill of the hole as if he had been given an order.

Tang Haoyu kept his attention on one object all the time, so that his consciousness would not collapse, and under the silver pupils, he saw the golden currents in the body of the Dead Hole Hill, a huge blowout, those golden currents continued to overflow from it, and then flowed to every corner of the Dead Hole Hill's body, there were no flaws, and the golden circuits perfectly coincided.

Ruoming let out a metallic tremble, Tang Haoyu waved back gently, and the storm took off backwards like clothes, wrapping the eldest sister and retreating to the back.

Tang Haoyu slowly walked down in the air, the steps made of snowflakes appeared at each of his landing points, with a solemn expression, Tang Haoyu couldn't believe that he could get out of such a momentum, this was not his original intention, it seemed that he was indeed manipulating his own body, and it seemed that he was sharing the same body with others, because he would never have this kind of momentum, and even if he did, he would not be able to get out, because it would be very abrupt.

But as long as he concentrates, the consciousness is still there, but the body does not follow his own consciousness, just like the brain is saying to raise the left hand, and he is stepping out of the body with the right foot, out of the autonomous consciousness.

The hill of the dead hole raised the corners of his mouth, flicked the sickle horizontally, the field under his feet shone with golden light, and the snowflakes that fell on the golden light flashed like fireworks, and the hill of the dead hole looked directly at Tang Haoyu, and then squatted down, his strength was gathering on the lower body and the sickle, and his eyes were biting Tang Haoyu with golden light.

Rising momentum, the Dead Hill jumped towards Tang Haoyu, but when it was less than a meter above the ground, it fell back entirely, and stepped heavily on the ice with two footprints.

Above, Tang Haoyu raised his left hand, and the palm of his hand was in the middle of the position of the Funeral Hill, and the invisible coercion forced the Funeral Hill back to the ground.

However, the hill of the dead hole did not show surprise, it was more like expected, he gathered momentum again, and in Tang Haoyu's sight, the golden aura in the body of the hill of the dead hole was burning like a flame, and the well became a crater.

Before the hill of the hole jumped, Tang Haoyu suddenly leaned down and faced the hill of the hill with a 60° posture, the same momentum as the hill of the hole, even the posture of holding the knife, Tang Haoyu couldn't help but widen his eyes, but his eyes widened in consciousness, he was very surprised and wanted to laugh, because his body was actually imitating the hill of the hill of the hole, and he was mocking the hill of the hole.

Seeing Tang Haoyu's appearance, the corners of the mouth twitched slightly, what annoyed him the most was this, a monarch always had a childlike naughtiness, the terrible thing was that the naughtiness was not really naughty, his naughtiness was always lethal.

And in the next second, Tang Haoyu dragged his figure in the air and rushed towards the hill of the mourning hole, the traces of the figure were scattered with pieces of snowflakes, and the air outlined his trajectory in a condensed form, a flawless straight line, at high speed, the air was cut open by Ruoming, and he let out a painful moan.

The collision of silver and gold, the hill of the hole of the scythe swung the scythe to block Tang Haoyu's attack, a very heavy blow, so heavy that Ruo Ming's blade directly submerged into the golden brilliance of the scythe, but the hill of the hill of the hole was just about to rejoice in his heart, a storm hit his side, despite the timely resistance of the golden breath, the hill of the hole still turned a few meters on its side, and a crack was carved out of the ice by him.

Tang Haoyu turned to look at the hill of the hole, Ruoming was still inserted in the sickle, he turned the sickle like a child, there was a sense of childhood play, the hill of the hole only felt that he had been greatly humiliated, and his things were played with by Tang Haoyu like this.

However, in Tang Haoyu's opinion, he is just imitating the Hill of Death, the Hill of Death takes away Chu Ziyang's power, then he will take away the things of the Hill of Death, Tang Haoyu in his consciousness is very surprised, he feels a great sense of accomplishment, I have to say that this body that is detached from self-consciousness seems to understand what he means, and deliberately did it.

Tang Haoyu stopped after playing a few laps, and the silver light of Ruoming's blade rushed towards the golden light, and those golden rays became part of the silver light, and then returned to the blade, Ruoming shook as if he was satisfied.