Ice Immortal Prison, as its name suggests, is a hell that even immortals can devour.

In order to maintain its existence, Wei Xunchen used almost all his strength.

In the darkness, the huge attraction that spread from under his feet was like a whirlpool, devouring everything, and it was also pulling every skin on Wei Xunchen's body.

His body was almost arched backwards, deformed and twisted by the strong traction, and his face also showed an extremely painful look, his eyes turned upward, and even his breathing seemed painful and difficult.

Wei Xunchen was almost undefended, facing a direct attack from the other party.

If only the hour could still attack.

Wei Xunchen's consciousness was still very clear, he knew that in this world, except for the Qing Buliang who was completely indescribable as a human a long time ago, it was difficult for others to escape the traction of the Cold Ice Immortal Prison, not to mention getting close to him, even if they tried to attack with sword qi from a long distance, they would be sucked into the Cold Ice Immortal Prison.

Even if his body is unable to defend himself because of his full strength to maintain the Immortal Prison, in fact, the Immortal Prison itself will provide him with the greatest defensive barrier.

The whole world faded before his eyes, then became quiet.

He was already a little accustomed to such loneliness, just like when he was ridiculed by all the brothers as the most inconspicuous disciple of the Immortal Yuan Sword Sect.

In terms of qualifications, he was the worst of the disciples in the same batch, and even he himself didn't understand why the master would accept him.

The head of the Xianyuan Sword Sect is a man of temperament, often lying in the snow, peach blossom branches, and drinking alone, which shocks everyone who sees it.

That young and elegant figure just matched the yearning in his heart for the peak of all sword immortals, even if he was more than one hundred and twenty years old, he still looked young and chic.

Master told him that there was something very different in him.

Perhaps, this is what distinguishes the Immortal Yuan Sword Sect from other factions, in the dark, it seems that there is an invisible thread that connects them.

Master said that this is fate.

It is this most inconspicuous little junior brother who has become the pinnacle step by step with his own hard work.

In the icy winter, he created a set of swordsmanship of his own, extending the mystery of the fairy sword-

Ice Immortal Prison.

By the time everyone noticed the light on him, no one could match it.

Compared with the previous stupidity, the qualifications are poor, and a new label has been put on his body-

A rare genius of the Xianyuan Sword Sect in a hundred years.

If it weren't for Qing Buliang of the Sword Sect, maybe he would have become the brightest star of that era.

It's a pity that Qingburya is a more dazzling sun.

A man with supreme qualifications and more diligent than anyone else.

In order to catch up with him, Wei Xunchen spent almost a lifetime.

It wasn't until the day of Qingburyo's death that he found out that the other party used death to give him the final blow, and there was no possibility of surpassing him from then on......

Wei Xunchen's eyes also appeared in front of the scene when Qing Buliang saw the Cold Ice Immortal Prison during the duel.

"It's a terrible hell."

Qing Buliang sighed like this, which is already the greatest affirmation of this trick.

At the same time, it is to the point -

"If you are unsustainable and too angry, sooner or later you will cause trouble."

Qing Buliang was not the first person to see the Ice Immortal Prison, before that, his Ice Immortal Prison had almost killed himself, as well as his master.

Every time he fell asleep at night, he was awakened from his dream—

That incomparably terrifying ice nightmare that devoured the entire Immortal Yuan Sword Sect.

So from that day on, he didn't use it again.

Until today.

The desire to win prevailed.

Aside from Qing Buliang, he didn't think that anyone in the Sword Sect could defeat him.

He still hadn't figured out how that guy Qing Buliang, who was still extremely young back then, and a genius who had entered the Twelvefold Realm one step ahead of him, escaped from it.

Just as he was falling into a deep sleep of memories, a slight vibration suddenly sounded in his head.

It was as if a hand was knocking on the door, making a silent and clear sound.

"Buzz."

Wei Xunchen's entire soul suddenly shook.

"Buzz."

Again.

In the darkness, a faint shadow entered his field of vision.

A look of surprise appeared in Wei Xunchen's eyes.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to see nothing.

Wei Xunchen suddenly reacted, that shadow was not outside.

Rather—

In his head.

A drop of pitch-black light illuminated his entire soul consciousness suddenly.

Two figures are clearly reflected.

In front of Wei Xunchen, there stood a white yin-yang fish robe, with long black hair, and half of his face hidden in the darkness.

but it is not the hour.

"Who are you?"

Wei Xunchen opened his mouth, and there were echoes in this void world.

"Hours."

The other spoke, drawing a pitch-black long sword from behind him.

It's the one they used in today's battle.

Before Wei Xunchen could think about whether this was an illusion or something was wrong with his own consciousness, the swift sword light had already pierced in front of him.

"If you don't know, if you've given up, if you've hesitated, then you've lost."

The demon-like face said so.

Immediately after, there was a pain in his chest.

That's a very real touch.

From the depths of the soul.

A drop of blood, blooming in the darkness, is like a stone falling into the surface of a calm lake.

The waves of water rippled outward.

……

"Ahh

In the eyes of everyone, Wei Xunchen, who had the advantage at the last moment, suddenly let out a miserable scream on his back.

A line of blood ran down the corner of his mouth.

"What just happened?"

Everyone was almost stunned, and terrible questions were raised in their hearts.

Then Wei Xunchen's entire body began to twitch, like madness.

All over the body, every exposed skin began to turn red from fair at first, and then slowly oozing blood.

Wei Gong was slightly stunned, although the sword in Shichen's hand was built by him, but he didn't expect the result to be so terrifying......

He suddenly remembered the words that popped up in the system when the construction was completed-

"Sword name: Silence. The Sword of the Great Murderer. ”

Yes, the skill of the Spirit Silence Sword can directly hit the soul of the other party, and the two sides are separated from the physical body.

At the same time, the disadvantages are also obvious -

If the soul loses the decisive battle, it will be eaten back and fall into the land of no return.

Although Wei Gong didn't understand what it meant to be gone, judging from the current situation, he was afraid that it was even more terrible than dying.

This momentary reversal came so strangely that it made people shudder.

Hour's body was still suspended in the air, and his feet slowly sank into the cold hell.

And Wei Xunchen was bleeding all over his body, and it seemed that he was out of control, and he would die in a few more seconds.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their hands and cover their mouths.

"That's enough." The Heavenly Sword Emperor's loud voice broke the silence.

As his words fell.

An inky light flew out of Wei Xunchen's forehead, and then the bodies of Shi Chen and Wei Xunchen trembled violently at the same time.

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