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"Why the hell is this boy, in such a cold environment, his speed has not been affected at all?"

The icy wind was bitter, the cold snap was rolling, and it turned sharply.

A flying Purple Qi Palace Creation Double Heavenly Venerable's face was frozen purple, because his limbs were completely stiff, he couldn't help but fall to the ground, swallowed a Fire Yuan Pill, and felt a little better, before he used his mouth to breathe hot air to his hands that were already covered with ice.

It was so cold that it was already night, and the temperature in the core of the Ice and Snow Plains was at least minus 5,000 degrees.

5,000 degrees below zero is enough to freeze everything between heaven and earth.

To add insult to injury, in this suffocating cold, there was also a pervasive Extreme Yin Qi mixed in, which invaded their bodies through their pores, and even the blood and meridians were almost frozen.

"There should be fire in Ling Feng's body, so he can resist the cold of the Extreme Yin. ”

Elder Gumu shook off the ice on his body, and he was also shivering from the cold.

"This kid doesn't know which lifetime of cultivation has been blessed to be able to subdue the elemental king. ”

The faces of the remaining powerhouses were full of envy and greed.

That's the king of the elements, even if it's placed in Kyushu, it's also a very rare treasure.

"With this damn weather, it looks like it's impossible to capture him tonight. Let's go back and meet Lin Sansi, Xuewuya and the others first. ”

Elder Gu Shui sneezed, subconsciously put his head in the thick soul beast skin coat, and said, "Anyway, this is the edge of this ice and snow plain. He has been a red-blooded protector, a fallen Dharma King, and a one-armed elder. Blood Thousand Kills Several seniors led people to hold their hands heavily, and the current Ling Feng is already catching a turtle in the urn, so we will slowly chase and kill him. ”

"That's all we can do now. ”

The rest of the Venerables, who had cultivated more than the Triple Creation Venerable, sighed slightly, and their hearts were full of grievances.

Obviously, his cultivation is several grades higher than others, and there are many people, but he can't control Ling Feng, which shows how aggrieved he is in his heart.

The material is steep and cold. The scenery is slim, and Ling Feng runs wildly all the way. It wasn't until he noticed that there was no breath of chasing soldiers in the rear, and he still ran dozens of miles away in a row uneasily, so he stopped and took a few breaths.

He didn't dare to let his guard down, and restrained his breath fluctuations. Hidden in the vast wind and snow, he hiberned for a full hour before he finally determined that the pursuers had returned.

Because of the protection of the purple fire in the center of the earth, Ling Feng didn't have any feeling of stiffness in his limbs.

Anyway, this ice and snow plain was flat and there was no place to hide, so he simply sat directly in the ice and snow, and couldn't wait to digest the inner world that had just been stripped from that unlucky egg's body.

Revenge is imminent, he must digest the world that has been deprived, and how much cultivation he can improve is counted.

The one he killed was the powerhouse of the Purple Qi Palace. The potential is slightly worse than Yang Xuanrui.

Similarly, the grade of the world is slightly worse than Yang Xuanrui.

Ling Feng calmed down and was in a state of inward vision. Running the Hongmeng Devouring Heaven Technique, it began to encroach on the complete world that was snatched up little by little.

As the whole world was eaten away little by little, it was digested, turning into a vibrant spring rain, pouring into Ling Feng's inner world.

This spring rain of energy not only has the effect of washing the marrow and bones of all living beings in his world. It can also subtly open their minds.

Under the nourishment, the originally thin bodies of the creatures in his world became burly. Powerful...... Countless species of saplings have also grown vigorously and become towering ancient trees.

After completely digesting it, Ling Feng felt that his world power had skyrocketed again.

It is also a little closer to the threshold of the realm of the two heavens of creation.

In the past few days, forcibly devouring the worlds of the two Venerables who had just entered the Creation Realm, the human beings in the Ling Feng World were no longer in an uncivilized state.

They learned to dress, build various tools to catch prey, and gathered in groups of three or five, slowly forming the prototype of primitive tribes.

The formation of the tribe naturally had a regular birth, and they elected the king of the tribe, adopted and domesticated various beasts, and gradually multiplied towards a civilized state.

According to Ling Feng's calculations, as long as he could multiply the creatures in the world and evolve to the point where there were all walks of life and currency like the worldly realm, then he would be able to break through the two heavens of creation.

As for how many opponents of the same level to devour, Ling Feng didn't bother to count.

Anyway, there are so many alliance forces that round him up, and they have all become food in his eyes at this moment.

After completing his cultivation, the essence and spirit consumed by Ling Feng had also been completely replenished, and he felt full of energy at this moment, without a sense of fatigue.

With a shake of his body, the ice covering Ling Feng's body immediately turned into powder.

He raised his head and glanced at the pitch-black sky, a cold light flashed in his pitch-black and shiny pupils, and muttered: "Lin Sansi, blood is no cliff, my revenge is coming soon, I don't know if you can afford it?"

"Whoosh!"

As the murderous voice echoed, Ling Feng had already turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the suffocating snow.

On the day of the battle of the Blue Emperor Gate, he fled in a hurry, and he really didn't expect to enter this ice field, so he was blind, like a headless fly.

And this time and that time.

Staying in the team of Linglong Pavilion for the past few days, he has received a lot of news about the Ice and Snow Plains from those guards in his spare time.

In addition, he had also seen the map of the plain from Zhou Qiumin, so he now knew the geography of the ice and snow plain well.

Ling Feng was very sure that in the Ice and Snow Plains, there were at least dozens of teams chasing and killing him, and Lin Sansi, the thousands of people and horses of the people who had just fought with him, Blood Cliff and the others were just one of them, and they were stationed nearby.

Because of the grudge between each other, as long as Ling Feng does not die, Lin Sansi will not be able to sleep and eat without a cliff, how can he withdraw?

Therefore, Ling Feng did not expend great efforts to search for farther places, but followed the surrounding terrain to survey the enemy's traces in a net-like manner.

After a few pillars of incense, a little fluorescence appeared in the silent and dark wilderness.

As the distance narrowed, Ling Feng determined that these were hundreds of tents, and the reason why they glowed was because the cold was too strong, and the enemy team stationed in the wind and snow used huge resources to build a Yang Flame Protector Array.

This formation grade is roughly at the fourth order, and it can greatly contain the pervasive chill.

Ling Feng lurked in the darkness, surveying his surroundings.

He was not in a hurry, what he had to do now was to do something in the Yang Flame Protector Array, and let the chill pour in unknowingly.

In this way, the enemy's hands and feet are numb, and his combat effectiveness plummets, so that he has a greater certainty of killing a large number of opponents.

The formation has the existence of the formation eye, and as long as Ling Feng slows down the speed of the formation, he will be able to hide from the sky and the sea.

With Ling Feng's attainments in the formation method in his previous life, such trivial things are naturally easy to catch.

His figure flashed, silently shooting into the enemy's garrison like a ghost.