Thirty years later......

In the northern part of the Holy Plains Continent, among the snow-capped mountains, the location of the Ice Clan......

The ice clan in the snow-capped mountains seems to be surrounded by an extremely cold aura, perhaps the ice clan is born to love this cold aura, on the shore of Mingyue Lake in the eastern suburbs of the main city of the ice clan, a group of young men and women in snow-white clothes are practicing and performing martial arts by the lake. At this time, the surface of the lake was frozen because of the extreme cold, and some brave boys and girls leaped up from the lake and fell on the lake ice, chasing each other and dancing with swords.

At this moment, a huge white ice bird flew from the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and with a few soft whistles, the ice bird slowly landed on the edge of Mingyue Lake. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl on the ice bird, her snow-white clothes fluttering lightly, her body was light, and she leaped down from the ice bird in an instant and landed among a group of women on the edge of the ice lake. I saw that this woman's exquisite face seemed to be carefully carved from cold ice jade, and her eyes revealed a faint coldness, but it was not the kind of chill that took people's hearts, but the cold and noble eyes on the cold and beautiful face, and when she saw everyone, she smiled slightly.

"Senior Sister Chenxi is here!" At this time, everyone gathered around. The junior sister in their mouth is called Han Chenxi, although she is the youngest, she is the most talented and the highest cultivation among the younger generation of disciples of the Ice Clan, and at the age of only sixteen, she has broken through the peak realm of the third layer of the Cold Ice Jue and reached the first layer of the Xuan Ice Jue. It is also the most important disciple of several cultivators of the older generation of the Ice Clan for more than ten years, and has been designated as the future heir of the Ice Clan. The Snow Feather Ice Bird that he was riding was an extremely rare spirit bird of the Ice Clan, which was not only extremely psychic and powerful, but also could provide spiritual energy assistance for the master's cultivation. The combination of one person and one ice bird, among the younger generation, there is no one to beat.

The Ice Clan's practice of the Ice Clan's Ice Technique already exudes a cold and piercing ice attribute aura, coupled with the cold and glamorous appearance of Han Chenxi, it has to be awe-inspiring on weekdays. There are many boys in the clan who have admiration for Hanchenxi, and most of them dare not show it, so they only silently follow Hanchenxi.

Han Chenxi jumped on the Snow Feather Ice Bird again, accompanied by the light whistling sound of the Ice Bird, drew a faint white light in the air, and flew away. Above the ice bird, Hanchenxi is white like snow, and his face is like jade, which is really peerless and independent. After a while, the Snow Feather Ice Bird stayed on the top of a snow-white iceberg in the southeast of the Ice Clan, Han Chenxi looked up at the direction of the Mudan Clan in the distant East, thoughtfully, and then looked at the place where the Long Yan Clan was located, with a gloomy look in his eyes. Han Chenxi has lived in these snowy mountains since he was a child, although he has learned to be proud of his peers, on weekdays, he is not a martial artist in the Yu clan, or he fights with fierce beasts and snow toads and the like by the silver lake in the snow mountain, but he has never gone down the mountain. She vaguely felt that maybe in the near future, she would be able to ride the Snow Feather Ice Bird to explore the rest of the Saint Yuan Continent.

Han Chenxi stroked the short sword in his hand, at this time the short sword emitted a trace of cold light, this sword is jade not jade, like iron not iron, every time the sword is drawn, it seems to be able to gather the ice attribute aura in the air, so that the sky bursts of silver-white ice rain. I heard the elders of the clan say that this short sword is called "reincarnation", and it seems that it appeared on the top of the high mountain on the north side of the Cold Ice Clan more than four hundred years ago when the vast aura descended on the Shengyuan Continent. Judging from the quality of this sword, it doesn't seem to be like any clan on this continent can be forged by the Casting Hall, as if it fell from the sky with the meteorite outside the sky, and it seems to have been hidden in the depths of the Ice Clan's Snow Mountain, which is extremely mysterious......

"Senior Sister Chenxi, Senior Uncle Qiuyue called you to go to the Hall of Elders quickly, saying that there is a very urgent matter!" Han Chenxi held a short sword and walked on the white stone steps, when suddenly a female disciple of the same sect ran over and said heavily.

Han Chenxi was slightly shocked in his heart: "What is the matter with Xindao?" Master Qiuyue is so anxious to summon me. "I thought about it, and walked quickly to the hall of elders on the north side......

A moment later, Han Chenxi came out of the Hall of Elders, and the god of the underworld made a move into the air, and with a soft roar, the Snow Feather Ice Bird flew from a distance. Han Chenxi jumped on the bird, turned into a white shadow, and went south at great speed, her white and beautiful face showed a trace of solemnity, and her eyebrows were frowned. Han Chenxi rode the ice bird, flew south for more than an hour, landed in a valley, the ice bird jumped up, and turned into a white shadow and went away. Han Chenxi held a short sword in his hand, and slowly walked forward in the valley, and before he went far, the solemn color on his face became heavier, and he went to the Hall of Elders and received urgent news from the elders of the clan, it seems that in the past few days, there have suddenly been foreign forces killing spirit beasts here for no reason, and even two cultivators of the Ice Clan have been killed. What's even more terrifying is that both the spirit beast and the dead Ice Clan cultivator have their bodies cut into several pieces, and their deaths are extremely miserable, which has never happened in the past ten years.

Han Chenxi looked around, a cold chill was released in his eyes, and in the valley, a gust of wind blew, and the air was filled with a fresh bloody breath. Looking at some of the spirit beast corpses scattered on the ground, Han Chenxi's eyes became even colder, and he unconsciously clenched the reincarnation ice sword in his hand.

At this time, the sky was gray, and it seemed that it was about to snow, and Han Chenxi looked at some messy footprints left on the ground, and his heart was filled with doubts. At this moment, I suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound, and an object seemed to come out of nowhere, stabbing towards the cold tide at a rapid speed from more than ten zhang away, and the cold light flashed. At that moment, Han Chenxi's body was not moved, but he heard the sound of "Zheng", and the short sword in his hand had knocked the flying object to the ground. Han Chenxi looked at the object that fell to the ground, and found that it was a small flying sword hidden weapon, although the casting was a little rough, but it was very sharp, and it was suddenly issued at such a speed, and it was really powerful, and what was even more terrifying was that with Han Chenxi's cultivation, he didn't see anyone approaching around at this moment, which was really a little weird.

The coldness in the air became more and more intense, and there were several "Zheng Zheng Zheng ......", three or four small swords flying from different directions were knocked to the ground by Han Chenxi, she frowned, and within a radius of a hundred zhang, she didn't see anyone, but he could clearly feel the breath of people, as well as faint aura fluctuations, but at this time, it seemed that the air was extremely turbid, and the vision was distorted.

Han Chenxi felt that the breath was getting closer and closer, as if someone was rapidly approaching him, although he didn't see it, but with her cultivation, he already felt a fierce killing intent attacking. I saw that Han Chenxi quickly rose into the air, and with a crisp metal sound echoing in the valley, the reincarnation ice sword was already unsheathed and held in her white hand. Han Chenxi's eyes were slightly closed, and he swung several swords around, only to see a sword shadow left in the air, which seemed to be waved at will, but each sword shadow was accompanied by a muffled snort, and pieces of snowflakes immediately fell in the air, and Han Chenxi quietly felt the snowflakes fluttering in the air. Suddenly, it suddenly floated out in one direction again, and the short sword in his hand drew several arcs in the air like lightning. Gradually, there was a blood-red floating in the air, and then there was a thud and a sound of human bodies falling, and more than a dozen people showed their figures, but most of them were lifeless.

At this time, the Hanchenxi short sword had already been unsheathed, quietly held in her hand, she looked carefully at the corpse on the ground, her face was still a little shocked, "Stealth Clan." The name flashed out of her mind, and once she heard Master Qiuyue say that this stealth clan is a special race in the Shengyuan Continent, and it is naturally good at blending in with the things around it, stealth assassination, and it will cut people into several pieces when they make a move, leaving no living mouth, which is extremely terrifying.

Han Chenxi just slashed out a few swords in the air, and it was the Xuanbing lore move "Xuanling Ice Rain" that he used his own ice attribute aura to condense the air and fall bursts of snowflakes, and felt the strangeness of the surroundings through this snowflake falling, although he couldn't see the enemy's figure, but he could make the strangeness of the snowflakes fall and the fluctuations of the aura, so that she who had reached the realm of Xuanbing Jue felt the breath of these killers.

At this moment, several sword shadows broke through the air and stabbed towards Hanchenxi, and Hanchenxi's short sword was unsheathed again, emitting a cold light in his hand, and the figure shook, and it disappeared in place like a ghost. said that it was gone, but in fact, it flew up at a very fast speed, and the short sword in his hand had already stabbed out dozens of swords, only to hear the sound of weapons handover, accompanied by someone's screams, and a few people fell to the ground, and they couldn't survive. Through the battle just now, Han Chenxi had already seen that these invisible people, just according to the surrounding environment, coupled with a little psychedelic technique, temporarily concealed their figures, which was indeed a great threat to ordinary cultivators. But at this moment, in the eyes of Han Chenxi, they can hide their figures, but they can't hide their own breath and aura fluctuations, plus their own cultivation is not high, and if a sneak attack fails, there will be no more killing moves, so Han Chenxi killed most of them in an instant.

At this moment, Han Chenxi looked at the person who was still moving in pain on the ground, and slowly walked forward, thinking that the same people who were killed by these people before, there was no one with a whole corpse, it was really cruel. Her eyes were cold, and she said lightly, "Who sent you here, what is the purpose of killing these many spirit beasts for no reason, as well as the people of my Ice Clan?"

The struggling man on the ground looked at Han Chenxi, there seemed to be pain and anger in his eyes, and when he heard her question, he babbled a few words in his mouth, although Han Chenxi couldn't understand what the words were, but looking at the person's expression, he could guess that it was not a good word. Han Chenxi frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said, "If you don't say it, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

The man on the ground seemed to have no fear at all, and struggled to get up from the ground, but he saw that this man was tall and ugly, not like an ordinary human race. I heard the man say in a hoarse and broken human language, "You... If you want to kill, you will kill, our Yin clan is very small, but today, under my leadership, more than ten people have died, and I no longer have the face to go back to see my clansmen. Alas, it's all my ......" he sighed heavily, then let out a bitter laugh.

Han Chenxi snorted lightly in his mouth, his expression was even more moving in the cold place, and he said coldly: "You stealth clan have always been good at stealth assassination, and you will put people to death without leaving a whole corpse." When you started to kill, did you ever think that there would be today?"

The man sighed, was silent for a moment, paused, and said, "This... The Shengyuan Continent is no longer the Saint Yuan Continent it used to be. You guys... Ice Clan... Yanlong... Mudan... In the near future, there will be a catastrophe...", his eyes were slightly closed, as if he had the intention of dying.

Han Chenxi was also stunned, and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by these words, and who are you instructed by?"

But no matter how Han Chenxi persecuted, the man didn't say a word again, just looked at the dead fellow on the ground from time to time, looked up into the distance, and seemed to be facing his own people.

After a long time, Han Chenxi had no way to deal with this person, thinking that even if he was arrested and tortured severely, he might not get any information, so he should hurry back to the clan and report what this person said to the elders, thinking that they should have some ideas. Han Chenxi looked at the corpse on the ground, and only the other party said coldly: "You go!"