"The lake below, the depth is unknown, Lord Jiang, do we want to go down?"

The cold wind was howling, and the entrance to the ice cave beneath their feet, like the deep mouth of a monster, was howling like a ghost crying wolf.

"Down."

Jiang Ziwen's pupils were warm, his eyes were fearless, and he just said that he wanted to go down, Fan Wusu was already fully prepared, and used his spiritual power to form a protective shield around his body that could block the impact and block everything.

The spirit of the girl's image, due to the cold, was in the mink coat, only half of the head was exposed, and he was surprised to find that Fan Wusu jumped into the hole, and was stunned, and walked to Jiang Ziwen's side.

"What should I do, you sealed my spiritual power with a spirit sealing circle, and I am no different from an ordinary person now, just jump like this, this body will inevitably be destroyed, I don't care, you give me a solution"

When Lingyan was still the deputy director of the General Administration of the Three Realms, he was high up and cold as frost, he didn't like to be close to people, and kept a proper distance from anyone, so he always gave people a cold and undesecrated divine image.

In fact, he is a tsundere person with "prince disease" in his bones, with strong self-esteem, great face, strong competitiveness, and feels that he is naturally superior, so no one takes it seriously.

But ever since the Soul knew he had a sister

Everything he has experienced is trampling on his glass heart and his self-esteem over and over again.

Knowing that his sister could deter Jiang Ziwen's existence, Lingyan began to be as big or small as Jiang Ziwen, and the previous torture was recorded in a small book, and Lingyan planned to settle accounts after the autumn.

"In terms of spiritual power, the Three Realms rank fourth in your spiritual death, although you are not the opponent of this king, it is easy to run away, I really give you a solution, where will this king arrest you"

“”

For a moment, the spirit corpse really wanted to kick Jiang Ziwen out of this ice cave.

"Roll over"

Glaring at Ling Yan fiercely, Jiang Ziwen ordered.

Seeing that, Jiang Ziwen clasped the back of the corpse's neck, flicked his fingers, and completely protected the corpse with spiritual power, and protected the corpse with a light shield with a faint black mist.

In the next second, taking advantage of the defenselessness of the corpse, he kicked the corpse from behind and pushed the corpse into the bottomless ice cave.

There is no spiritual power, the whole body of the corpse falls in a straight line, and in the ice cave under the polar day, because the depth is still shallow, you can clearly see the internal structure of the dark blue ice cave around you, and you can also hear the harsh and cold wind whistling, the ice surface is very slippery, and there is no gap that can make the corpse stop the feeling of the body falling rapidly.

In the blue ice cave, a roar of wrath suddenly came out.

"Jiang Ziwen, I'm not done with you"

On the ice, Jiang Ziwen was indifferent, and after using his spiritual power to protect himself, he jumped arrogantly and arrogantly, without any hesitation at all.

Without a parachute, it takes about 60 seconds or more to fall freely to a depth of about 3,000 meters, including air resistance and its own weight.

Jiang Ziwen finally fell into a frozen lake under the ice more than 3,000 meters deep.

With the light mask formed by spiritual power as protection, even if he falls into the frozen lake, Jiang Ziwen's body will not be soaked, and the lake water cannot enter the light mask, and he can breathe at will.

After surfacing the pitch-black water, Jiang Ziwen was extremely calm, and his eyes flashed with cold light like dove, searching for Fan Wusu and Lingwu in the dark frozen lake.

"Lord Jiang, here."

Sensing Jiang Ziwen's direction, Fan Wusu swam over expressionlessly, and three ghost-green ghostly fires burst out from his fingertips, temporarily illuminating a limited area.

After converging with Fan Wusuo, Jiang Ziwen looked for the figure of the corpse through the range illuminated by the ghost fire.

But suddenly, his back was entangled by a force that was neither light nor heavy, and then, a figure used him as a lifebuoy, clinging to him, his legs wrapped around his waist in the lake, and then his head popped up, towards Jiang Ziwen's cheeks and head, and it was a fierce hammer that hit and scolded.

"Kick me and throw me, one day you wait, I will let the thunder ten heavenly thunders cleave you to death"

Thunder is the god of thunder in the divine realm.

Tonight, the Dead is mad.

He had never been treated like this, no one dared

"The dignified young marshal, the son of the God Emperor, has now fallen to this, so that he is so angry and angry, he jumps like thunder, and he has no scruples about the image of the ghost, you look at your current appearance, like a dog son who doesn't love his father and mother, is homeless, and is wanted"

To tell the truth, the spirit is attached to a woman's body, the small fist hits herself, it doesn't hurt at all, Jiang Ziwen sneered contemptuously and arrogantly, and was indifferent at all, one hand was raised, and he grabbed the spirit from his back, turned it in the crook of his arm, and slapped it three times towards the back of the head of the spirit death, the movement was smooth, like flowing water, as if to say, let you be dishonest and let you pretend to be a woman that labor and management like

"I remembered that you beat me again and waited to see my sister, you died"

The spirit corpse covered his head, half because his body was shrouded in the protective light formed by spiritual power, and the cold frozen lake water could not soak his body at all, so he could be unscrupulous.

"If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will take the light shield to protect you, let you die here alone, your spiritual power is imprisoned by the spirit circle, you can't go anywhere, and you can't get out of this shell body, you try"

“”

Just when Jiang Ziwen and Fan Wusu successfully arrived at the frozen lake with the corpse.

Gong Siyu and Ji Younai and their party had already dived deeper into the frozen lake.

Gong Siyu swallowed a large amount of gill grass, and his cheeks and neck appeared, and the gills appeared, and he was able to swim in the dark frozen lake.

Bai Wuwu is the most knowledgeable among their group.

At this moment, he was shrouded in a spiritual power protective shield, and was taking out a water pressure depth measuring instrument to read the depth they were currently in, while Gong Youen, who was beside Bai Wuwu, was using a miniature underwater machine, Xiaofeiyu, to scan the area and structure of the frozen lake.

Others, on the other hand, hold a cold-light fireworks stick that can be used underwater to illuminate it.

They had been in the depths of the frozen lake for more than three hours.

But the entrance to the so-called "heart of the Tibetan sea" has never been found.

Bai Wuwu is the builder of the tomb of the emperor, and he is the last person to seal the tomb and leave, so he must know the final location of the "Heart of the Tibetan Sea".

"At the moment we are 6,890 meters below the frozen lake."

After reading the display data of the meter, Bai Wuwu looked at Gong Youen.

"Master Ewen, have you scanned the general structure under the frozen lake?"

"There it is." Gong Youen gave Bai Wuwu the all-round 3D data scanned by the underwater robot, and exclaimed, "I can't imagine that there is such a large area under this frozen lake, and there are four or five extremely high mountain ranges, and we are now in the ravines of these underwater mountains, which is extremely complicated."