The crystal clear palace sits in a strange frozen soil, where there is nothing, no trees, no grass, no wind, and no life.

There is no sun here, because the roof of the palace is also full of frozen ground.

It could be a cave, or it could be underground somewhere, but it doesn't make sense wherever it is.

This majestic, majestic palace carved entirely out of ice was built here, and it was already the domain of the Winter Cult.

And if any stupid fool who couldn't be stupid anymore would dare to invade here...... Sorry, they couldn't get here at all, and most of them couldn't even break through the legions of the dead guarding the periphery.

In such a magnificent palace, a girl dressed in clothes that did not match her at all was bouncing on the transparent floor with a bowl of red soup.

Her facial features show some charm that cannot be concealed, her eyebrows and eyes are raised, with some joy, and her big eyes always have a sense of water, like a hidden lake.

The mouth is even more grinning, the little nose is also wrinkled, the long black hair is tied in two ponytails on both sides of the head, and the long pointed ears are exposed between jumps.

But only a light-colored long skirt of burlap fabric decorates the green body, I always feel that it is not enough, to be able to run at will in such a palace, how to say that there must be a colorful silk dress, in order to be worthy of such a beautiful person!

"My red tomato soup is ready! It's sweet and sour!"

As soon as the girl ran to the main hall, she couldn't help but scream, and raised the red eggplant soup in her hand, which had been half cold, as if to invite merit, and showed a big smile.

And what about the guy sitting on the stage?

Still sitting on his huge ice throne, his body wrapped in a black robe was very strong.

He motioned for the person in front of him to be quiet, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the girl, the skeletal mask on his face coming to life.

"Azi. His voice sounded muffled through the mask, "It's too early today, I haven't finished my story yet." ”

Xin pointed to him helplessly, a pale young man stood tremblingly, he was in charge of telling Xin the story today.

Ah Zi is also accustomed to it, and his own Han Xin only has this hobby, listening to the deceased under his command tell some stories before his death.

They had lived together for so long, and Ah Zi had long since learned about his past from Xin's mouth.

A cultivator who has been cultivated as an assassin since he was a child, has no childhood and no freedom to speak of, and has only practiced and killing in his mind for as long as he can remember.

Kill fellows who train with themselves, kill all sorts of innocent creatures, plunder their lives, kill everything that needs to be killed.

He doesn't need to have an idea of his own, it's his mission to get things done.

Until he was seriously injured and dying during a mission, only to wake up to find that his injuries had recovered from the same condition.

And in his pierced heart, there was an extra thing that kept beating and flickering.

The mysterious man who took him away told him that it was the core of the dead, the heart of the Lord of Winter. Now that he has this heart, from today onwards, he will be the master of the Winter Sect.

It was also from that day that he lived in this icy castle and became the Lord of Winter, the master of the dead.

And the Winter Sect is not visible, every time it appears on the mainland, it will bring great disasters and countless living beings.

Because the existence of the Winter Sect means to turn the entire continent into a land of the dead, a forbidden land for the living, so whenever it appears on the continent, all countries will work together to smash the conspiracy of the Winter Sect!

Naturally, Xin is the enemy of all living beings, the mortal enemy!

Since he was a child, he has not had much contact with the outside world, and when he grew up, he hid in the palace and practiced secretly, and he was quite curious about the world. It is also for this reason that finding a deceased person every day and listening to his memories of walking in the world has become Xin's greatest pleasure.

"You drink the soup first, I've already run as fast as I can, but it's still half cold!" Ah Zi snorted softly, and she who had already come to Xin's side raised the bowl in her hand and handed it to the king on the seat.

"Azi, I really don't have a sense of taste......"

Xin repeats this sentence almost every day at this time, not only does he have no sense of taste, but all other senses except sight and hearing have been reduced to nothingness after he has the core of the dead.

"What if one day you suddenly have it, you don't understand the power of food!" Ah Zi rolled his eyes and had a "again" expression on his face.

"How many times have I said that since you saved me, I will repay you, and recovering your sense of taste is the beginning of my repayment to you!"

"Ah Zi......" Xin looked at his little maid, feeling very helpless.

"Drink ~ off!

There was really no way, and Xin took off his skull mask, revealing a pale face. Pick up the red, shiny red eggplant soup and drink it all!

"How about it, can you drink it?" asked Ah Zi expectantly.

"No ......"

"Hmph╯^╰, wait, I've got tomorrow's recipe ready, I'm going to make a big meal!"

Taking the empty bowl, Ah Zi clenched her right hand unwillingly, just as she had done hundreds of times before.

"Han Xin, I'm leaving, I'll come back when you're done listening to the story!"

"Hmm. ”

Xin looked at the girl's departing back, and a rare smile appeared on the young face. But he immediately noticed the deceased in front of him, smiled, and put on the mask again.

"Go on, master? Oh...... I just said that I failed to elope with my mother, and she was taken home by her mother to marry the nephew of the city lord......"

The undead danced and recounted the memories that had been processed by its own art, and it knew that whether or not it could become the captain of the guard depended on whether it could tell the story well.

......

"Hell, Starr open the secret door and let those stone eggs beat this human into meat sauce! I'm going to eat his burrito!"

Almost broken by Liu Fengsheng's sword, Marshal Pan De was frightened enough, and after running a few steps, he didn't know where to hide there, leaving only a skeleton man blocking the man's footsteps.

But Liu Fengsheng was already very good at dealing with these fragile dead, and the skeleton soldiers with extremely low defense could be smashed with a single punch, let alone a punch full of spiritual power.

Although punching is only an ordinary high-level martial art, it has a low power and a large range, and most of it is learned as a starting style for combos, which has the effect of preemptive strike.

But now it is very convenient to use it on clearing small monsters, and it can be regarded as the second spring of this martial art!

"That panda marshal, don't run, I still want to have a few more tricks with you!" Liu Fengsheng smashed all the remaining skeletons in a few moments, and began to chase in the direction of Marshal Pan De's escape.

"It's the great Marshal Pande! Panda? What is that! How dare you insult a marshal with nonsense! I'm going to tear your mouth off and wipe the table!"

The crazy sound seemed to come from a distance, and Liu Fengsheng couldn't tell where it had gone, so he planned to walk through this passage and go directly into their lair to find it.

At this moment, a group of tall figures appeared in front of him, blocking Liu Fengsheng's way, and these deceased actually faintly exuded the majesty of the Golden Realm!

The tall and strong deceased didn't wait for Liu Fengsheng to find out the truth, they let out a scream, and the giant axe in one of their hands was raised high and attacked towards Liu Fengsheng!

At this time, their appearance is finally revealed - this is a group of dead people made up of various human tissues, each of which belongs to a different undead.

Black, white, and yellow skin mapped their bodies, one hand long and the other short, like polio patients. And at the junction of each organ, it is still sewn by needles and threads, and the filth of various colors seeps out and turns into ice crystals.

"Ahh

Liu Fengsheng bypassed the big axe that fell from the suture monster led by him, turned his palm into a sword, and stabbed it into the chest, and then with a force of his hand, he opened a big hole in the body of the deceased!

But it didn't care, and with a wave of its fat arm, it hit Liu Fengsheng.

Seven Star Sword!

Liu Fengsheng used another epic martial art, flashing the sword technique in his hand, making seven stars in a row, and hitting seven key points on the body of the stitching monster in an instant!

The stitching monster attacked, and the body instantly disintegrated, and this move directly beat it into a mess of minced meat!

At this time, the other two giant axes of the stitching monster had arrived, directly forcing Liu Fengsheng to retreat. Liu Fengsheng hurriedly bought a bottle of big blue medicine from the system, supplementing the huge amount of spiritual power consumed by his seven-star sword just now.

Speaking of the Great Blue Medicine, Liu Fengsheng once thought that the spiritual power in Lin Dabao's body was exhausted, could he use it to supplement Lin Dabao's spiritual power?

As a result, after trying, I found that Lin Dabao's dantian is like a water tank with many holes, and while you are instilling spiritual power, he is leaking these spiritual powers out of the body, which is basically useless work.

And for Liu Fengsheng now, this big blue medicine is also of limited effect, and his spiritual power has been consumed a lot in the fight and cold just now, and just a seven-star sword has directly consumed his spiritual power without paying attention.

At this time, a bottle of blue medicine was in the stomach, and the recovered spiritual power could only barely supply the spiritual power consumption that spread throughout the body to keep out the cold.

Seeing the rest of the stitches approaching step by step, the sweat that had just been born on Liu Fengsheng's head instantly froze into ice slag, and was baked and vaporized by his own aura.

He looked silently at the passage behind him, and his heart was retreating.