In a bitter cold wind, the blizzard danced wildly.

The land was sealed in ice, and a biting chill lingered in the air.

In this ice-filled world, there is no trace of life.

All the elements that do not belong to ice are excluded and squeezed, and only this terrible cold becomes the only main theme.

Livia took Novasha with a difficult walk in it.

With several layers of defensive magic arrays stacked on top of it, Novasha was puzzled, "My lord, what are you looking for here?"

It's not that she's curious, it's just that Livia's behavior is too puzzling.

After walking for several days, the surrounding scene was unchanged, there was no trace of any life, and the further you walked inside, the lower the temperature became, in this position, even the temperature magic array superimposed on several layers of the true spirit witch weapon could not support it, but even so, Livia still had no intention of stopping.

Novasha even wondered if Livia had fallen under some kind of bewildering magic and lost her mind, so she would run in one direction like a donkey.

Hearing her question, Livia didn't mean to hide it, he opened his mouth lightly and spit out a word: "God." ”

Novasha frowned.

She knew who Livia was.

It was precisely because she knew that she felt ridiculous.

God, looking for God?

She glanced twice at her surroundings.

And Livia, who is the ice god, came to this kind of frozen place for thousands of miles to find another god?!

Novasha shook his head, only to feel that after getting the answer, he was several times more confused than just now, and he was more and more confused.

Without any detailed explanation, Livia took the doubtful woman behind her and walked step by step into the depths.

There was no room for resistance, Novasha took out a thermostatic ring from the ring that he hadn't used for a long time and put it on his hand, barely supporting his body in the growing cold wind.

I don't know how long I walked forward, but when my consciousness became sluggish under the cold, and the true spirit witchcraft was faintly unable to support it, Livia finally stopped.

Novasha was in a lot of energy in an instant.

She looked up at the front.

It was a huge humanoid figure, lying with its eyes closed.

As if carved by ice and snow, there is a whole shocking amazement and perfection.

The phantom lay quietly on one side, as if in another world, in front of the thin bodies of the two, made of cold ice, and the whole body was surrounded by a rich cold air.

Novasha looked at her stunned.

Vaguely, she seemed to understand what Livia had just said.

"Found it. And compared to her, Livia is obviously much calmer.

Faced with this huge image that seemed to be real and imaginary, he reached out and took out the idol of the puppet god that had been made from a lot of magic stones in the space ring with an unchanged face.

There were ancient, esoteric words that were whispered from his mouth.

The mysterious melody, mixed with magic and special rhythms, floated, reverberate, and trembled all around.

Under this song, the wind and snow fell silent, and everything was driven to calm, as if some terrible existence was about to be awakened and created.

While singing, Livia looked indifferently at the huge ice goddess in front of her.

He didn't lie to Novasha.

Compared with him, who steals his reputation and reputation, the one in front of him is actually the real ice god.

Ruling the ice of heaven and earth, coexisting with it and complementing each other.

That is, the embodiment of rules.

( = Old Song)