Clearing the fog in front of them, the three of them suddenly became clear, Ma Wen's happy eyebrows were not much more than the flowers and candles in the cave room when he was young, he clenched his fists excitedly and jumped up.

Pang Rongxun had an expression of not being able to eat grapes and saying that grapes were sour, and stretched out a hand to pat it, obviously, envy, jealousy and hatred, and said: "Hmph, the artistic conception of death, don't make yourself old and decrepit, Shouyuan is greatly injured." ”

Ning Que, who was celebrating the New Year, suddenly froze in place, sounding like a trial on death row, "Indeed, the power of artistic conception will affect the characteristics of life, such as the artistic conception of illusion, although I can see through the illusion and create illusion, but it is easy to lose myself, and the artistic conception of death, the predecessor I know has not lived to be 100 years old and died of old age and exhaustion." ”

Pang Rongxun was also taken aback, and said casually, he didn't expect the prophecy to come true, it was really unbearable, and slapped himself a few times, "Brother Ning, it's all my stinky mouth that hurt you." ”

Ning Que smiled and said helplessly: "Forget it, if I lose my life, I am lucky, if I can live a long life, it will be good." ”

Ji Xuebei bit her thin lip lightly, it was cute, but it made the three of them laugh, "Hundred years old, it's a pity that the Spirit Saint senior I know was only ninety years old when he comprehended the meaning of death, and he was upright and prime, but after only ten years, he was already dying, and no one dared to approach within ten zhang." ”

Ning Que was stunned, his eyes were round, he fell a few steps back, leaned against the side of the wall, his face turned pale, "Ten years?

Ji Xue persuaded: "Maybe, this kind of artistic conception is too far away from us, your artistic conception of death does not even have a fur, so the infection of ** will not be indifferent, as long as you don't delve into the artistic conception of death, you can live longer, and you must not ponder." At the beginning, the predecessor also felt very novel, and kept deeply understanding the artistic conception, which led to falling deeper and deeper, and finally unable to extricate himself, the artistic conception of death was too deep, the erosion of death, and the hundred years of practice turned into a handful of loess, and the success fell short. ”

Ning Que frowned, a small pimple arose in his heart, the bitter gourd face was longer than a donkey, and he squeezed out a few stiff smiles, "Is it possible that there is no solution once and for all?"

"Hmm...... In addition, it is to comprehend the corresponding artistic conception of life, so that you can live and die, die and die, and rotate continuously, and may barely maintain the immortality of the body, but you can comprehend death, but you want to comprehend the artistic conception of life, but you are daydreaming when you want to comprehend the artistic conception of life. ”

Ning Que had to be speechless, he was crooked, and it was very likely that he had absorbed the breath of death on the verdant mountainside, causing ** to be dusty, and he began to feel that he was killing all directions, and the energy that burst out was like thunder, but he didn't expect it to be his own life talisman, the great joy and sorrow were nothing more than this, he nodded with a smile, and carefully experienced the faint air flow circulating in the meridians, which was much clearer, and his mind sank into it completely

Over time, life expectancy will be greatly affected.

Ma Wen's straight spine fell, and his face aged much older.

Pang Rongxun is also deeply sympathetic.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to be like this, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and it is not hopeless, why sigh and sigh for a long time", Ning Que could only cheer up and comfort himself.

The few people didn't dwell on this matter either, and turned their gaze back to the depths of the deep cave.

In the depths of a cave where red and white shine repeatedly, the yin and yang willows rolled into twisted flowers have been intertwined for a hundred years, blocking the water in the cave, and the more you go inside, the denser it becomes, and it is difficult to move an inch.

Ning Que circled in front of Ji Xue, and when he lightly grasped the dense branches, the branches took the initiative to hang their heads like rows of soldiers with axes and axes when they saw the king, and cleared the way.

After half a ring, Ning Que looked back, those yin and yang willows once again formed a clump, blocking the way, and a few people behind him were relaxed and comfortable, without any effort, the only trouble was the sudden cold and hot strange qi, that is, the copper skin and iron bones were weak in this repeated toss, and there were gradually thin seams like green tendons on it, like red blood streaks dotted around the body.

After walking for a while, Ning Que condensed the crystal beads like rice grains all over his head, panting, blowing out crystal ice beads, staggering, the soles of his feet were scorched, the soles of his shoes had already burned through, and wisps of white smoke came out, like a red piece of braised pig's trotters.

But as soon as it floated into the air, the sky shook, the ice cave shook the sky, as if it was about to collapse, and the red aura and icy cold air were like treacherous surging dark clouds that instantly covered the top of the head, which was incomprehensible.

Ji Xue was relaxed behind her, her cultivation had reached a high level, and her aura protection was just a piece of cake, unlike Ning Que, who had not been seriously injured and had not healed, and wanted to open up the road instead, but when she saw the chaotic willow branches in front of her that even birds and birds couldn't wear through it, she could only sigh.

Ning Que wiped off the ice crystals hanging on the side of his face, his expression was solemn, it was easy for the death qi to force back the yin and yang willows, but the extremely cold and hot qi on the ground was extremely terrifying.

Suddenly, a scorching heat rushed out from the soles of the feet, deep into the body, the flesh and blood, the muscles and marrow seemed to turn into ashes, slowly curled up, twisted, and looked extremely scary, and then the soles of the feet froze, and the whole person instantly turned into ice sculptures, and the curled up flesh and blood, tendons and veins froze instantly, and the pain made people shiver, and the pale and weak face showed a few traces of uncompromising persistence.

Ji Xue's eyes were quick, and she leaned out and helped Ning Que up.

"Be careful".

Ning Que took his eyes off the ice muscle jade fat wrist with difficulty, and was stunned, "Don't worry."

The hot and cold qi that came and went repeatedly climbed each other, increased sharply, Ning Que became more and more uncomfortable, and his body became a pot of porridge, and the fire like burning mountains and boiling the sea directly evaporated the qi and blood, broke the blood vessels, and a stream of blood-colored steam poured out of the body, turning into red ice crystals, which was very scary.

But it was still the slightest trace of the pores that came out of the pores with the blood-colored steam

Gray impurities, and even black particles in the bone marrow were tightly wrapped in the blood-colored mist, emanating from the pores.

Ning Que bit his lip heavily, drenched in blood, completely not afraid of the polar regions like a volcano and a pan of oil, the body was scaly, and the five fingers full of scars were full of strange brilliance, and he grabbed the branch again, twisting in the direction of the bend.

I don't know how long I walked, and finally pulled the last yin and yang willow in front of me, narrowed my eyes with difficulty, and carefully looked at the hollow ice cave inside.

Boom, boom, boom.

It was dazzling to see, the ice crystals were full of sparks, turning into bursts of rising steam, and the steam encountered the terrifying cold, and directly turned into ice crystals in the middle of the air and fell, and the ice crystals encountered surging sparks directly turned into sky-high steam, over and over again.

The ground is uneven, and the water dew in the low-lying areas is ticking and ticking, slowly converging, and then the ice crystals are getting higher and higher, slowly convex, and the ice crystals in the raised part turn into smoke clouds and slowly concave them.

In the middle is like a suspended ceiling, with brown rocks covered with ice crystals and snowflakes, and drops of crystal clear sea-blue liquid droplets hang on it.

Below is a blue Wanzai Xuanbing Stone, rectangular in shape, about a zhang long, about seven feet wide, bubbling with hot heating, slowly growing up from it, actually gathering on the brown rock above, turning the Xuanbing above into droplets of crystalline liquid, hanging.

The surrounding tight boulders are craggy, scattered, covered with ice, and a stream of cold air swarms from all around, and countless sparks around tremble, faint for a few minutes, and the swaying fire is like an old man who has just recovered from a serious illness, lifeless.

Ma Wen stepped forward and helped the crumbling Ning Que up.

Ji Xue said lightly: "Dragging him to the Ten Thousand Years Xuanbing Stone, this thing has a very strange effect, and it has a miraculous effect on his injuries." ”

Pang Rongxun sat trembling on the ground, his whole body tense, like a timid and fearful speaker giving an impromptu speech in front of 10,000 people on a high platform, his delicate face was densely covered with bloodlines, with a little bloodshot black impurities, and the body surface was constantly stained with gray impurities.

(End of chapter)