The dark night receded, and the blue ice in the middle of the valley reappeared in the daylight. Different from the past, in the middle of the silent cold valley stands an oval ice cocoon more than ten feet high, which looks extremely crystal clear under the illumination of the rising sun.

Through the solid ice, I vaguely saw a standing figure inside, holding a strangely shaped black snake staff in one hand and a bowl of scales in the other, which was the Yuan Wei who had come to the Cold Valley to find the source of the cold qi.

Although the ice cocoon is shining, it is not bright, on the contrary, the deep blue of the ice cocoon seems to be able to absorb the light, even the cold air in the valley. As time went by, the sun reached noon, and the warm sunlight of early spring made the ice cocoon a lot bigger.

The change of the ice cocoon continued for a day and night, until noon the next day, when Motowei in the ice cocoon suddenly opened his eyes. If you look closely, there is a hint of demonic blue in his originally dark eyes, which makes it even deeper.

The mototail in the ice cocoon couldn't move at all, and the day and two nights he had experienced before were just a dream for him. In the dream, he learned about the origin of the Rokuya Plateau and the Cold Valley, and in the dream he was forcibly endowed with a kind of soulful hatred, which was also recognized by the cold air in the Cold Valley. In other words, at this time, Yuanwei had completely replaced the white-haired nameless old man as the Lord of the Cold Valley! The cold attribute in his body had been enhanced dozens of times, and if he used the Ice Condensation Technique at this time, the effect would naturally be far stronger than before.

However, for this sudden wealth, Motowei was a little hesitant.

Once, he was the master of the Brown Salt Cave, if he cultivated in the Palm Salt Cave with peace of mind, he would definitely be able to break through to the Bone Refining Realm within ten years, but he gave up in order to find Mu Wei and the others.

Later, he became the master of Yanjun City, if he cultivated in Yanjun City with peace of mind, he would even be able to break through to the Soul Condensing Realm within a hundred years, but He Qing plundered him and abandoned him to the barren land of the Six Valleys Plateau, and even almost lost his life. The fundamental reason is nothing more than that he simply does not have the strength to match his wealth. In the eyes of outsiders, it is like a child who has no ability to resist has taken a huge fortune, and others want to take it away and take it for themselves, and those who have a bad heart even want to slap the child to death to prevent future troubles.

And the green vines in the Heaven Covering Valley and the Changxiang in the Lingering Valley, because they are both powerhouses in the Soul Condensation Realm, they are confined to the spirit in their respective realms, and outsiders only have a greedy share.

"I am the master of the Cold Valley, can the hatred in the valley still keep me safe from thousands of miles away?" Motoo said to himself.

Temporarily abandoning the clutter, Motoo wants to emerge from the ice cocoon.

It's been almost a month since I came out of Hanguliu's house, and I don't know if Dingdong has persevered. According to Yuanwei's current cultivation and mastery of cold qi, it is estimated that there will be no more difficulties in extracting the cold qi from her body.

Yuan Wei moved his hands and feet, but was embarrassed to find that he was trapped in the ice!

The blue ice is surprisingly tough, trapped in it, Yuan Wei can't even cast the dragon trick to condense a dragon shadow! This kind of predicament doesn't seem to be the first time that Yuan Wei has appeared, when he was still in the Qingqiu Sect, he took the moment of the blue fruit given by Mu Yue, and he was also frozen in it, and then he devoured all the aura to get out of the predicament.

"Do you have to absorb the aura in this ice cocoon to come out?" Motoo said to himself in despair as he looked at the ever-growing ice cocoon.

In fact, there is no need to deliberately absorb it in the ice cocoon, and the abundant aura has already penetrated into the spiritual veins on its own. After suffering from the frenzy of aura, Yuan Wei naturally didn't dare to be too greedy, he carefully controlled the speed at which this aura was converted into spiritual power, and accumulated spiritual power in his body little by little.

After only a few breaths, the spiritual power in the Yuanwei spiritual vein began to overflow, refining his muscles, skin and even hair little by little...

Time passed unconsciously, another day and night passed, and the ice cocoon, which had increased in size by nearly thirty percent, suddenly emitted ten thousand brilliant golden brilliance, and the hard blue ice cocoon shattered, and the tail of the whole body with golden strange patterns flashed and fell on the ice!

It was the paperclip he had carved on his skin on a whim. The brilliance dissipated in a blink of an eye, all the spiritual power in the body was scattered on the body, and Yuanwei's body completed another Zhou Tian tempering, becoming stronger and more powerful, and he also completely broke through to the realm of gathering spirits for four heavens. And the coarse linen clothes on his body couldn't withstand the impact of spiritual power and shattered into powder, and all his wealth, a moon-white immortal cultivation robe, a deformed gold seal, and a piece of scales were also scattered messily around him.

"Do you have to be so embarrassed every time you break through?!"

Motoo muttered in a low voice that he wanted to put on his clothes, but the nightmare bones on his body throbbed.

The flesh and skin seemed to be thousands of poisonous snakes shuttling back and forth aimlessly, and a strange voice whispered in the ears, like very happy, very sad, very angry, very desperate...

"What is the movement, what is the sound?" Motoo looked at himself in surprise, a little frightened.

Fortunately, the throbbing of the nightmare only lasted for a short time. Motowei quickly put on his moon-white clothes, and looked around with a thief's head and brain, and it was impossible for anyone to discover his predicament quietly...

Quickly cleaned up, Yuan Wei took the golden seal into his arms, and held the scales in his hand and played with them carefully. This scale was forged by the white-haired old man after spending his whole life, and it is naturally a good thing. Looking at the way it was levitating in the air, Motowei suddenly had an idea.

Before He Qing plundered him, Yuan Wei handed over all the five-grade Qiankun bags, tens of thousands of Yandi Dan and the newly forged Colorful Spirit Pagoda to Nie Youlan; What he needs most at the moment is a flying spirit weapon and a Qiankun bag. And this scale has the property of levitating in the air, which is naturally very suitable for forging into a flying spirit weapon.

Motoo's interest suddenly increased, and he cast the Chaos Forging Technique and began forging scales.

In this soul-breaking cold, Yuanwei looks free, a casual look in his own home...

Shouquan Village.

A month passed in a blink of an eye, and Han Dingdong's condition suddenly showed signs of deterioration.

In the month that the divine doctor Huwa left, the Han family was not idle, and several of her brothers asked around, and even found a Lang Zhong who claimed to be from the imperial city. Although Na Langzhong couldn't see through Dingdong's condition, he still prescribed medicine with confidence and stayed in Han's house generously.

However, after taking the medicine, Dingdong's condition did not improve or deteriorate, and it remained in the same state as when Genwei left.

"Doctor Ning, you see that my sister is always unconscious, when will she be the head?" Han Daquan saw Lang Zhong pacing out of the chamber, and stepped forward to ask.

"Your sister is suffering from a difficult disease, so it's good to keep it up to this. In the capital, I have treated a similar patient, who has been asleep for more than ten years, and he is still alive and well!"

"More than ten years like a day, still alive and well, it's better to live like this!" Han Daquan couldn't help but shout.

Before the divine doctor blew his beard and glared, Han Guliu rushed out of his daughter's room in a panic: "Divine Doctor Ning, go and take a look, Ding Dong's face suddenly darkened, and it became like a month ago..."

Doctor Ning didn't panic, he came to Dingdong's side unhurriedly, stretched out two thin fingers and pinched her wrist to take the pulse. In the middle of the sound, the divine doctor opened his squinted eyes, "What are you nervous about? Isn't there a pulse? Isn't there still breath! Double the dose of the prescription I prescribed! It's still not enough!"

After sending off the miracle doctor, Han Guliu and several sons sat in front of the Dingdong window at a loss.

"Dad, do you really want to decoct the medicine according to Doctor Ning's instructions?" Han Erquan asked.

"Don't go, I don't think he's bullshit, if his medicine works, how can Ding Dong never get better? When the little lame doctor was here, my sister immediately got a lot better!" Han Sanquan was a little irritable.

"Yes, when the tiger baby left, he said that Dingdong could last for a month, and in this month he would go to find a cure for Dingdong. Seeing that a month has passed, I wonder if he has found it... Alas..."Han Guliu let out a long sigh, without any idea.

"Dad, why don't I take my younger brothers to Shangdian Village and invite the tiger baby back? At least he can make my sister much better." Han Daquan's proposal was approved by several brothers, and even Han Guliu was already moved.

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