Nangong Fan scolded his mother in his heart, but he still had to be honest, and he didn't dare to speak easily.

He suddenly realized that there was a thorny problem to solve.

Except for the privileged people in this space, the environment of heaven and earth is no different from the main continent, he can't fly, even if he is in the form of an eagle, he doesn't have the same effect as he understands.

If you fall like this without any obstacles, you will definitely get hurt.

This injury is estimated to be not shallow.

Just opened his mouth, and before he could scold, the cold current poured into his heart, and he seemed to be hurt, and even his thinking seemed to be stiffened a lot.

If you break the skin, the cold will pour into your body from the wound...

There is no need to try, just thinking about it like this, Nangong Fan couldn't help but shudder.

This Nangong who kills a thousand knives is extraordinary!

scolded helplessly in his heart, and Nangong Fan had to put this guy aside first.

Now it's more important to protect yourself.

His eyes flickered, the black dragon sword appeared in his hand, his heart moved, the spiritual power in his body stirred, and the sword technique was activated.

Sure enough, it was much harder than when he was in the Qiqi Continent, and it was simply wishful thinking to soar into the sky with this.

This was originally expected by Nangong Fan, and he didn't want to use this to be able to fly away, even if the omnipotent Heavenly Realm powerhouse in the Qiqi Continent was just a "person" in the main continent.

A sword in the shape of an eagle, the wind is surging in the body, and all it can bring is a chill.

"Mom!" Nangong Fan scolded angrily in his heart.

Although the eagle-shaped sword was in the air for a moment, it was not much different from not being in the air.

In the final analysis, Nangong Fan's spiritual cultivation realm is still too weak, even if he comprehends the level of stasis, his spiritual power is not enough for him to succeed.

The black dragon sword's body began to be covered with frost, and between the half-inch blood swaying, there seemed to be a slightly sad sword groan.

Even with the body of the Black Dragon Sword, under the cold current that was difficult to see to the naked eye, dense blue ice slag appeared.

This is, frozen!?

Nangong Fan thought about it for a while, and understood that this was indeed the effect of freezing in his eyes, but his true identity was nothing more than the exposure of the breath of the frost of zero degrees, mixed with the wind and waves, and the cold current formed.

This cold snap is not only aimed at the surface, it seems to have soaked into the bones, and even the soul is about to be frozen.

It's no wonder that the Black Dragon Sword, which has already given birth to some spirituality, has such a posture.

If you hurt your soul bones, can you not hurt it?

Nangong Fan did not hesitate to withdraw the Black Dragon Sword into his body, although this sword was so evil that he sometimes wanted to discard it directly in the wilderness.

But after all, his spirituality is raised from his own hands, just like his own child, Nangong Fan loves him very much, if it is slightly damaged in the battle, it is fine, but in this situation, it really shouldn't hurt his spirituality.

The black dragon sword turned into a streamer and flew back into his body from his palm, and Nangong Fan was a fierce spirit again, and his teeth on the upper and lower sides kept fighting.

The sparks of the Black Dragon Sword brought lightning, and the cold current covering it was also wrapped in its body.

"Damn, forget about this stubble. The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth twitched, and he was already faintly white.

On weekdays, even if the Black Dragon Sword blocks the demonic power of the demon beast and eases down for a while, there is no. He forgot this common sense that almost every cultivator knew and guarded against.

"It's also that the chill is too fierce. Nangong Fan was about to continue struggling, but the whole person slowed down by half a beat, and there was no room for him to make extra movements in mid-air.

"Bang!"

Nangong Fan fell from mid-air onto the glacier.

The ice was unharmed, but there were conspicuous blood marks on his body.

Even a brute cultivation body that has reached the perfect quenching of bones cannot be compared to this ice surface.

It's hard and cold!

Nangong Fan believed that as long as he dug up a piece of ice on the spot and smelted it a little, he could become the main material of a Xuan-level spiritual weapon.

If you can take away the frost of zero degrees contained in it, it is not difficult to create a ground-level spiritual weapon.

Close to the ice, it was a very novel but very bad experience.

Cold currents that are invisible to the naked eye are blowing everywhere, but these are okay, but the focus is on the breath that keeps gushing out from the ground.

It looked like an ordinary cold ice under the sun, emitting wisps of white smoke, but the temperature was so low that it was terrifying, and Nangong Fan could even feel that the temperature contained in it was not static.

The skin membrane containing sunlight is extremely cold, and you can feel a little chill, and the wound that is directly exposed is only slightly cold...

"Is this the frost of zero degrees?" Nangong Fan struggled to get up from the ground and stumbled.

The ground was very smooth, and Nangong Fan, who had other thoughts in his heart, was negligent and almost fell to the ground again.

He could feel the slight displacement of all his internal organs in the collision, and the frost penetrated deep into it from the wound, from the epithelium, from everything it touched.

The cold is irrepressible, but it is always kept a little below the temperature that each part can bear.

A blunt knife cuts meat.

"Is this maintaining the so-called absolute zero?" Nangong Fan struggled to squat on the ground, his mouth kept chattering, but he still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, the chill contained in the ground did not all burst out all at once, otherwise I am afraid that it would be able to completely submerge itself in an instant and become an ice sculpture for people to laugh at in the new era.

Nangong Fan was no longer in the mood to think about whether such a scene was Nangong Bufan's hand, or whether this desperate situation was like this.

A mouthful of bloody black gas was lightly exhaled from his mouth, and he sat cross-legged on the ground in a strange posture, and he could faintly see that he was almost exerting force on his legs, and he didn't let his ass sit directly on the ground.

The golden light on his body flashed, and his flesh began to exert force.

For the brute cultivators, the slight displacement of the internal organs is not a too serious scar, if it weren't for the constant obstruction of the cold here, it would not be a big problem to cross the knees for a while. It's not even difficult to force a shot with such an injury.

Nangong Fan watched as the air flow he spit out quickly turned into a popsicle under the cold, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Don't say it, it's quite hard. Nangong Fan couldn't help but laugh at himself when he saw that the blood-colored popsicle was intact.

Close your eyes and sink your mind into your body.

"The strength in the body is hindered under the cold snap..."

Nangong Fan's heart moved, and the flesh and bones in his body began to tremble in the way recorded in the Bible.

"Crackling. ”

A crisp sound exploded from within.

Tiny ice slag emerges on the surface of the body.

The golden light flickered, and Nangong Fan seemed to turn into a round of sun, blooming his style in this extremely cold place.

"The cold current of this zero degree frost is too easy to isolate, right?" Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows, "If that's the case, it's not worthy of being compared to the Yan of Dawn..."

Nangong Fan's thoughts have not stopped, and sudden changes have occurred.

The golden light that burst from his body became more and more dim.

The white air flow rose into the sky, and Nangong Fan's body became more and more blurred between the frost.

"When the sunlight flows, the body's ability to withstand the cold rises, and the cold current that pours into the body also decreases sharply, which is just above the limit of bearing. Nangong Fan's heart moved, and he vaguely seemed to understand something.

In this way, it is not necessarily Nangong Bufan manipulating, after all, it is impossible to artificially change the temperature just above the bearing capacity.

"Something like an absolute characteristic... This is the breath of the law!"

Nangong Fan stopped using the Bible, and the sunlight surging in his body stopped. Compared with the cold air that was much richer before, it was raging wildly in the body, and the flesh and bones were all gone.

The entire body seemed to turn into an ice cave in an instant, and the cold current was beating, and it was terrifyingly white.

Nangong Fan's snort was full of ice slag.

It can be seen that these ice slags have almost completely filled his body, cutting his body with thousands of holes and a faint pain.

Even the eyes were filled with drips of frost, revealing a frozen white.

"Did you guess wrong?" Nangong Fan flashed a look of pain, a little ice slag was insignificant, but now all parts of his body were filled with frost, even if his body was tough, it was difficult to bear it.

A breath of time seems like a whole year has passed.

Nangong Fan only used his spiritual power to protect some important places, and the rest of the places were allowed to be swept by the frost, and his thoughts couldn't help but become more and more trance-like.

Suddenly, his mind was light, and the cold current in his body really passed a lot.

"Guessed it..."

Strong mentions, eyes flashing between the fine light, this is a trap.

To resist the frost of zero, you can only use all kinds of energy in your body to protect the important places from the frost, and let the frost sweep away other parts.

If you have been using spiritual power and sunlight to protect your body from the beginning, when these powers are exhausted, it is time for death to come.

Only in the weakest frost is that the body can adapt to this devastation is the only way out.

Of course, the best way to do this is to comprehend all the true meaning of Frost Zero and turn it into a part of your body.

Frost Zero and Dawn are a level of xenomorphism. It is the focus of the Northern Darkness family's inheritance for billions of years and its current power.

Comprehending its true meaning is not as simple as comprehending ordinary ice, which is a very difficult thing for other people.

But for Nangong Fan, who has the bloodline of the Northern Underworld, as long as he successfully stimulates the bloodline with the help of its charm, he will complete the task.

It's easy to say, but it's still very difficult to do.

After all, this frost of zero degrees happens to be maintained above the body's ability to endure, which is equivalent to suffering every moment, and it is difficult to even meditate, let alone dissect the true meaning that is useful to oneself from it.

And Nangong Fan still had to face the limitations of the law, if he really wanted to comprehend the true meaning of the frost of zero degrees, he had to break this limitation.

This is tantamount to shattering the worldview.

The pain caused by the wounds in the body and the rampant rigidity of the cold current were constantly affecting Nangong Fan's mind.

Nangong Fan gradually immersed himself in this coldness, coldly watching all kinds of changes in his body.

Without the presence of the power of the sun, the body's ability to recover itself has dropped by more than one notch. The white frost makes up for it in every corner, constantly destroying.

It is always easier to destroy than to build.

Between such recovery and destruction, only Nangong Fan was tortured.

In silence, Nangong Fan still felt that the frost of zero degrees was somewhat worthy of its name.

Open your eyes and look up and down, maybe it's because of the frosty surface?

It's just that the breath is always above the ability to bear, what if it is completely wrapped in frost?

Nangong Fan finally suppressed his idea of burrowing under the ice to explore.

Eat the rice in one bite.

Wait until you can withstand the frost of today, and then think about the problem step by step.

Both the soul and the body slowly got used to the feeling of being in the frosty atmosphere, but the dead silence was still unavoidable. If ordinary people are in such an environment, there will be big problems if they stay for a long time.

Nangong Fan took a deep breath and suddenly found that in this dead silence, the dead qi that had been staying near the heart and rarely moved actually took the initiative to separate a few wisps of black light.

Death flows from the heart to the whole body, gradually dimming.

Nangong Fan's mind moved, and these dead qi seemed to invade deeper into his body with the cold current.

He could feel the vitality in his body slowly wear off, and the recovery ability of his physique was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

This is...

The look in Nangong Fan's eyes became more and more solemn, if the physical trauma was aggravated, he didn't dare to guarantee how long he could last in the cold current.

What was a very certain situation has completely turned into a race against time.

Before the body collapses, if he can adapt to the breath of the glacier skin, Nangong Fan will win, and if the body collapses first, it may bring great damage to the physique, and I don't know how much time it will take to recuperate.