"Uncle Zhang!" Zong Ze stretched out his hand to pull him, but he threw him away, "Old general, my two sons have fallen, I'll go find them!" He stared fixedly at the Ten Thousand Souls in the light curtain, "Without him, there would be no us!" So saying, he hit the horse and rushed forward.

"Boom!" There was another loud bang, and Uncle Zhang was thrown into the air with his men and horses at night.

Zong Ze's body trembled slightly, he looked left and right, there were no more people standing around him, only people and horses constantly flying up and falling on the light curtain not far away!

"Dad, this ...... What's going on? Panting, Zong Xin and Zong Ying, brothers and sisters, ran over.

"Xin'er, lend me your knife." Zong Ze stretched out his hand.

"Daddy!" Zong Xin was stunned for a moment, and obediently handed the waist knife to his father.

Zong Ze looked at the son and daughter in front of him with burning eyes, let out a sigh of relief, pointed to Wan Linggen in the light curtain and said, "He promised me that he would cross the Yellow River to take Datong, but he can't go!" After speaking, he picked up his waist knife and strode over.

"Daddy!" Zong Ying shouted, Zong Ze didn't look back, she and Zong Xin followed quickly.

The light curtain trembled slightly under the continuous impact of everyone, and there were layers of colorful ripples.

Zong Ze came to the light curtain and stood still, looking at Wan Linggen with his eyes closed inside, "Where do you want to go?" ”

No one answered his words.

"Dashuai, I'm here!" With an angry roar, Li Ji and Guo Song didn't even bring weapons, and slammed into the light curtain. Immediately after that, the two of them snorted, and a stream of blood arrows spurted out of their mouths, flying upside down.

"You're not in the right position, look at us!" Zhao Liancheng, Fan Ruhui, Zhang Huairen...... One by one, hot-blooded men, with their strong bodies and lives, kept impacting the light curtain that locked the supreme person in their minds!

Zong Ze's eyes were red, and there were moths fighting fires everywhere in front of him, they were so fearless and unrepentant, so desperate!

"Heavenly Dao?!" Zong Ze reached out and gently touched the light curtain, and a huge force flicked his hand away. "The old man has fought countless people in his life, and he has never fought with the sky, today I will also come to understand the power of the Heavenly Dao!" As he spoke, he suddenly waved out his hands, his five fingers into claws, and slammed them on the light curtain.

The shaking momentum of the light curtain slowed down, and the place where Zong Ze grabbed it was deeply dented, and through the light curtain, his palm grabbed Wan Linggen's arm violently, "The thing promised me hasn't been done yet, you can't go!" ”

Another pair of hands reached in, it was Zong Xin and Zong Ying!

The third hand, the fourth hand......

Zong Ze's side gathered dozens of people in a blink of an eye!

"Brother Wan, you are gone like this, what should we do with these people?!" Yang Zizai's eyes were filled with tears, and he grabbed Wan Linggen's hand stubbornly.

"Dashuai...... Messire! You promised to take me with you! Shen Mingzhu burst into tears.

"And my ......" Lin Fengxian was also teary-eyed.

"The things promised me haven't been done yet, and the man has to talk about faith!" Madame Russy's eyes shone with a complex light.

"Boom!" A loud sound accompanied by a howling cold wind suddenly came, the light curtain shook and burst open, and the person in front of the light curtain at the same time instantly turned into an iceman!

"Dashuai is trapped!"

"Someone is going to take the handsome away!"

"Let's go and get the big guy back!" “……”

The four gates of Kaifeng City were opened, and hundreds of thousands of people poured out, and they ran in the same direction with all kinds of "weapons" in their hands.

The Ten Thousand Spirit Roots floating in the air no longer rose, and countless hands firmly grabbed his body.

Two lines of tears welled up from his closed eyes and slowly slipped down the corners of his eyes!

He doesn't need to see with his eyes, everything is in his eyes! The light curtain separated him from the people outside, who were desperately "committing suicide" just to get him out!

His heart, which had stopped beating, fluttered slightly. His body was also cold, but not covered in ice.

His sea of consciousness was awakening.

On the long-silent blue crystal sea, a golden morning sun slowly rose......

The clotted blood begins to flow slowly......

"Humph!" Another muffled snort, "Ants, I don't know whether to live or die!" The voice rang out again.

The churning black cloud suddenly stagnated, fixed there as if it were congealed. Gusts of wind poured in from the only remaining round blue skylight in the sky, and countless white ice blades flew all over the sky in the black clouds!

Hundreds of thousands of people have been transformed into icemen covered in white feathers in an instant!

So far, there are no more people inside and outside Kaifeng City!

Not a single movable, to be exact!

The birds, animals, and birds that fled from the forest were similarly frozen in ice, standing or falling, all in the same way they had been before they were frozen.

"Click!" A subtle cracking sound could be heard from not far away. A small figure staggered to its feet.

He turned out to be Zhang Cong, who had fainted for a long time!

I saw a burst of white mist rising from all over his body, and the ice blades on his body quickly melted into mist, turning into ice particles in the air and falling to the ground.

"Uncle!" He wiped his eyes, stunned by what he saw.

"Huh?" A voice of surprise rang out in the void.

At the same time, there is another person who is steaming in the mist, and he is Wan Linggen, who is still in a state of being lifted.

As the blazing sun rose in the depths of the sea of consciousness, his body functions quickly recovered, and a faint golden light enveloped his body.

"Uncle!" Zhang Cong, who was staggering, stretched out his cold little hand to pull him, but the tentacles were still cold.

Wan Linggen's fingers moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The sky and the earth were vast, and the black clouds overhead had been replaced by snowflakes flying in the sky.

"Cong'er, you...... Don't move! He didn't know if Zhang Cong could hear his words, and his eyes were full of love when he looked at him.

There was no wind, and the snowflakes falling from the sky formed a huge snow curtain waterfall between the heaven and the earth, and in a moment, within a radius of dozens of miles from Kaifeng City, all of them were submerged by the blizzard.

The snow on his body was getting thicker and thicker, and the Ten Thousand Spirit Roots, whose consciousness had been fully restored, still couldn't move. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be buried under the snow for a long time, even if he did not become an ice sculpture.

And Zhang Cong, the only one who was still active beside him, also closed his eyes slightly at this time, leaning on him, and the thick snow foam formed a hard wall between them.

"I must stand up!"

Wan Linggen closed his eyes, and under him there were hundreds of thousands of people who had lost their life emblems, including ordinary people, comrades who fought alongside him, and his former enemies!

He had to stand up!

In the depths of the sea of consciousness, the fiery tentacles of the scorching sun extended to all parts of his body, and the silent blue ocean was also covered with a thick ice cap, which was melting little by little under the illumination of the sun......

A few days later, the heavy snow finally stopped, and a huge snow-capped mountain rose up to a thousand feet, followed by the cold winter that came early, and Kaifeng City disappeared!