Wu Wenxu sat on the twelfth day of the territory.

Thirty miles south of Mount Mert in the Cursed Lands, the Beartooth River is a mist-shrouded river that comes from the Sea of Conquest and breaks down into hundreds of millions of ice droplets for a storm of ice fields, and the countless diamond-like transparent ice droplets fall into the river, twisting black magic that makes the Beartooth River even more eerie and eerie.

It is the territory of the Iceborn, and it stands to reason that owning a river in the Cursed Land is a dream thing, but this Bear's Tooth River has given the Iceborn a nightmare that will never go away!

It goes back millennia.

At that time, there were three powerful Iceborn Ranger who tried to rush into the mist and uncover the secrets under the Beartooth River, however, the Iceborn Ranger, who was comparable to Valoran's tenth-order Magister, never appeared from the mysterious fog again, and what was even more bizarre was that even the communication crystal did not emit any waves, they seemed to rush into the water and were completely annihilated.

After that, countless top powerhouses heard the news, but they couldn't escape the nightmare of dying without a corpse!

The strength of the Iceborn Ranger is obvious to all, even if the Iceborn is nearly 10 million, it will never be able to bear the price of the continuous tragic death of the top powerhouse, after the disappearance of countless Iceborn Rangers, an epic shaman of the Iceborn Clan personally led his servants to the Beartooth River to find out.

Comparable to the fifteenth-order Holy Demon Master, Wu Shaman wears mercury boots on his feet and wears the death cap of the World Destroyer on his head, he is a legendary figure who has survived for an unknown number of years, and can destroy thousands of creatures of the alien race with a wave of his hand, and is the top powerhouse of the Ice Descendant Clan.

On that day, the wind and clouds swelled by the Bear's Tooth River, and there was a flash of thunder that had not been played for hundreds of years, and the purple thunder and lightning tore through the sky, and people still remember the last smile of the Umami under the lightning, as always, plain, the calm smile of Lord Ice Guard's reverence and domination of the cursed land, and even the fog of the Bear's Tooth River seemed to welcome the Usman.

The tall and vicissitudes of life disappeared into the fog, there was no sound, there was no movement, and the Ice Descendants who were full of anticipation and smiles were patiently on the edge of the fog for the return of Lord Usaman, one day, ten days, until the hundredth day, Lord Usaman's natal wreath suddenly dimmed, and when an earth-shattering roar erupted from the Bear's Tooth River, the smiles of the Ice Descendants were stagnant and twitched.

Condensed with a beautiful garland, it is a trace of the soul of Lord Wu Shaman, the wreath is scattered, the fallen leaves return to the roots, and the pieces are powdered with the wind, the first of the three epic powerhouses of the Ice Descendant Clan, Lord Wu Shaman announces death!

The Bear's Tooth River is still flowing in the mist, but the land thousands of miles outside the Bear's Tooth River has been turned into a forbidden land by the Ice Clan, and even the most powerful existence of the Cursed Ice Field cannot survive from the Bear's Tooth River.

It took a hundred years, hundreds of miles of the Bear's Tooth River was firmly surrounded by an indestructible magic array, because the existence in the fog of fear would one day break through the fog, the fence mixed with extreme ice and steel was erected high, a hundred zhang high, every inch of the fence was exerted by the poison master and the alchemy master to exert deadly magic, even if you smell the smell of the ice-green fence, you will die on the spot in an instant, not to mention that if you touch the iron fence again, you can blast people into scum ice thunder.

Later, the ruler of the Iceborn quietly wiped out all the Iceborns who knew the news about the Dead Realm, except for a very few, the strongest bloodlines that were truly crucial.

As a result, the name of the dead world has gradually faded into oblivion in the dust of time.

The barren border of the Tooth River, the desolate and terrifying ice wind, with the chill of slaughter and life, under the snow and wind, there is a dark purple strange phantom.

He stood quietly in front of the fence, his eyes were extraordinary, emitting a glowing glow, and the green of the forest spoke of his evil and violence, and he stared at the fence, not knowing what he was thinking.

In fact, standing at such a close distance from the Death Realm, even a tenth-order magus could not endure the poisonous gas emitted by the Death Realm, which was filled with the most vicious magic particles, extremely corrosive, and combined with the natural magic circle of the ice wind, it was endless, turning the snow land for hundreds of miles into a miserable green.

The dark purple phantom didn't feel the venom rushing to his face, his body was very similar to an insect, slender and destructive, he looked sharp and impermanent, the two black and purple sickle claws carried a viscous liquid, those bright green slime swirled around the edge of the blade, if Master Yi was here, he would definitely be able to feel the magic fluctuations that made people frightened to despair.

Every drop of emerald green slime was a devastating magic comparable to that of a tenth-order mage, hundreds of drops swirling around the edge of the blade, it was unimaginable that when these mysterious magic that had been compressed countless times fell to the ground, it would cause many terrifying disasters!

Praying mantis-like teeth chewed thinly, emitting indistinct syllables, as if talking to himself, looking at the dead world from time to time, staring at the destructive slime at the edge of the blade from time to time, the only thing that could see the change clearly was that the pupils of his eyes gradually condensed the color of blood, and that color made him more mysterious and hideous.

"Squeak, z."

He began to move his powerful cold white claws, and the blood-red wings behind his body were raised, and he flew into the air, and his body appeared a strange redness, and the redness became more and more, making his whole body seem to have just stepped out of a pool of blood, and the color was so deep that it was disgusting.

He flew lightly, the membrane wings had no intention of vibrating the air, but it made unimaginable winds roll around the death realm, those winds were so evil that they let the blood-colored shadows ride the wind, the poison made his leap sluggish, he stopped at a height of twenty meters, and the enchantment membrane of the fence magic array continued to hundreds of meters in the sky, connected to the poisonous gas that corroded the bones, and he couldn't fly at all.

"Z."

He seemed enraged, and decided not to do anything in vain, but instead stretched out his slime-covered blade and slashed at the barrier membrane, and despite his rage, his movements were still light and regular, and it was obvious that he was a man who would not lose his mind because of anger.

"Squeak!"

The invisible and transparent ending membrane unexpectedly exploded with a burst of sound that pierced the eardrum, like the most violent ascension exploding next to the ear, and the dark purple figure was blown up in the air and turned over in embarrassment, and the blood flowed wildly.

Damn purple thunderbolt.

He became calmer.

The lightning blasted through his flesh, and the extreme ice caused his purple-blooded wounds to freeze, and the vicious magic seeped into the bone marrow, and he shivered in consciousness.

He stared at the conjunctiva that had just been slashed by him, and his blood-colored pupils blinked vigorously, the attack was not ineffective, because there was an extremely small crack in the conjunctiva, and even though the crack was only the size of an ant's tentacle, he still felt ecstatic.

Destroy it.

The color of madness in the blood pupils grew thicker, he raised his arm again, and slammed the crack with a sickle blade that could cut through ten inches of extreme ice, this time, he was blown up even harder by the purple thunder, and his whole body was blown up in blood, and the cold ice spread with the wound, and he fell straight to the ground.

After a long time, a dark purple shadow appeared next to the crack again.

He was not discouraged when he saw that the large gap in the ant's head had only become the size of an ant's body, he had enough patience and pain to face the torment, as if he was laughing, the scythe blade was sticking to the purple viscous particles, and the deafening thunder and lightning roar was once again emitted from the dead world......

(End of chapter)