The thunder was louder, the wind was stronger, the electric light was scurrying up and down in the clouds, but the sky was even darker.

Chen Qinghe's wings fanned, breaking through the air current, galloping forward, flying in the opposite direction to Adolf.

The clouds were getting lower and lower, and the thunder seemed to be just above their heads, and Norman, who was sitting on Chen Qinghe's back, saw two bolts of lightning passing not far from them.

Chen Qinghe flew in lightning and thunder.

In the face of this terrible situation, except for the three guys who cast the forbidden spell, no one was in a good mood and was very heavy, so Norman and the others were very quiet, and only Pirno kept screaming in the air, probably because he was caught by a dragon for the first time in his life and flew fast.

"What kind of forbidden spell is this!"

Norman didn't know if he was aroused by Pirno's cry, so he glanced left and right at the black clouds that could barely see the edge, and asked Chen Qinghe.

But Chen's answer was unsatisfactory.

"I don't know!"

Worse than facing a forbidden spell is not even knowing what the forbidden spell is.

But it doesn't really matter now, anyway, they have already made up their minds to run away, and what this forbidden spell is doesn't mean much to them.

It's just that the scope of this forbidden spell is really a bit large, even with Chen Qinghe's current flight speed, he won't be able to fly out for a while, which makes people feel a little uneasy.

And then something even more disturbing happened: after the dark clouds had been rolling for so long, there was finally a new movement.

It's snowing.

Snow?

Although Norman did not know much about natural meteorology, his previous experience had taught him that thunder was always followed by rain, so why did it snow?

And this snow is also very strange, Norman doesn't know how to describe this snow, and after thinking about it for a long time, he can only hold back one word.

Big.

Norman really didn't know how to describe the snow except for one "big", and the "goose feather snow" that Lancelot had taught him couldn't describe the snow in front of him - the snow was not goose feathers at all, but clothes.

Patches of snow the size of an adult's clothes fell from the sky, and they were particularly dense, dense and suffocating.

With Norman's experience in the past ten years, if the snow wants to completely cover the earth and turn white, and you can't see a little soil below, it will take at least half a day to walk, and it will have to be the kind of goose feather snow, but in front of Norman, it is only a dozen breaths of time, and the land under him is already covered in silver.

Looking down, the whole of Douala has become a snow-white land, a kingdom of snow.

"Is this magic!?"

"I'll go, this snow is too scary! It's only a minute or two at most, and it's like this!"

"As an old viewer in the live broadcast room, I have also seen the forbidden spell before, but visually speaking, I have to say that this forbidden spell is the most shocking. Changing the laws of nature by oneself and creating a natural scene that defends human common sense is the orthodox forbidden spell in my mind!"

"I think we should worry about the anchor now, right?"

"It's spectacular, it feels like the whole world is moving faster, it's visually stunning!"

......

The sailors in the live broadcast room were also shocked by the scene in front of them, and the barrage was dense.

However, the sailors can only see the visual effect, and Norman, as the person concerned, can feel something else.

Take temperature, for example.

In addition to being large and dense, this snow is also particularly cold.

As the snow began to fall, Norman could clearly feel that the temperature around him was dropping sharply, and now it was far lower than the normal temperature of Douala, which was clearly felt from Pirno—the gentleman who had been screaming before was now silent, shivering from the cold below, and had concentrated all his strength to keep out the cold, and had no strength to shout at all.

This low temperature is very uncomfortable for Pirno, and for Norman and the three creatures who have cultivated the "Funeral Sun Heart Sutra", this low temperature is not enough to fear for the time being. But it is not a way to go on like this for a long time, with this rapid cooling speed, as long as they don't fly out of this forbidden area, the temperature will be so low that sooner or later they can't stand it, and then Chen Qinghe will freeze so much that he can't fly.

Chen Qinghe obviously thought of this as well, so he waved his wings harder, but the speed did not increase but decreased—the snow in the space around him was so dense that it was almost connected from the clouds to the ground to form a solid piece and enveloped him in it. Although Chen Qinghe relied on his strong body to constantly crash through the snow and fly forward, his speed couldn't help but drop greatly due to this obstacle.

And as the snow became more and more dense and the temperature became more and more reduced, the surrounding snow layer became more and more dense and solid, like an ice wall, and in the back, even Chen Qinghe's dragon body could not easily smash the dense snow layer in the sky, which could be said to be difficult to move an inch.

If this continues, if no other measures are taken, Chen Qinghe may even be frozen directly in the sky.

Chen Qinghe also realized this, his eyelids narrowed into a line, his neck shrunk, and then he opened his mouth to spray, and the pure white flame that had been before erupted from his mouth again.

The surrounding ice and snow were like a great enemy in the face of the pure white flames, and they quickly melted, and a pure space was burned in the sky.

Chen Qinghe just took the opportunity to fly forward while breathing fire, the ice and snow melted all the way, and his speed suddenly increased again, but after not flying for a while, his speed slowly decreased again: the temperature around him was even lower, the snowflakes were denser and harder, but Chen Qinghe's pure white flames were used one after another, and now it was much worse than before in terms of color alone. Under the influence of the other, the efficiency of melting snow and ice has also decreased significantly, and the surrounding clean space has been shrinking, and it seems that it has fallen into dense snowflakes again.

Norman was not idle, and once again cast the Agni Purification—he knew too few advanced spells, and this was already the most powerful fire spell he had ever mastered.

Although the power of the Agni Purification Body is great, it is comparable to a seventh-level spell in terms of power, but there is still a gap between it and Chen Qinghe's white flame, and the efficiency of melting ice and snow is obviously not as high as Chen Qinghe's, so he can only do a little bit of work.

However, the white flames spit out by Chen Qinghe were slowly unable to resist in front of the ever-larger layer of snow, and the fire purification was even more unbearable, and could not play a role in turning the situation around, so Norman could only watch as the space around them became smaller and smaller, and gradually filled up again with heavy snow.

"Sage Norman? ”

Suddenly, a voice rang in Norman's ears.

He was now obscured by the snowflakes around him, and couldn't see who was speaking, but he had heard it a while ago.

It's Adolf.

"Rumors are just rumors after all, the so-called Sage Norman, the so-called forbidden spell mage, seems to be nothing more than a clown who pretends to be a ghost with the magic of the Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea. As for the dragons, it's no different, it's really disappointing. ”

Adolf's voice was melodious and calm, but there was a smugness that could not be hidden under the calm surface.

Now that the forbidden spell has been established, Norman and the others obviously have no power to resist, and will soon die under the power of the forbidden curse.

The Sage who has been in the limelight on the continent recently and a dragon clan are not his opponents, which obviously makes Adolf very proud, especially after killing this Sage, he can still get the lost treasure of his clan, which makes Adolf even more happy.

In Adolf's view, the reason why Norman was able to become famous on the mainland in just one year is obviously all due to the effect of "Catching the Sea Heart Sutra". Such a clown can achieve such an achievement by getting the "Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea", this treasure of the Sea Clan is indeed wonderful, if he gets the "Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea", wouldn't his strength be even more rapid and progressive, and the top position of the clan can be expected in the future, and even the strongest person in the world, and even ...... Coveting Godhead?

As soon as he thought of this, Adolf was overjoyed, and his mood was more lively than ever, and he couldn't help but feel a little fluttery.

Faintly, he felt that the four seas were in his hands.

......

The other party is really for "Catching the Sea Heart Sutra"!

Norman finally confirmed this, but it didn't make sense to him now.

The temperature in the space is getting lower and lower, even so low that Norman's movements are sluggish because of the freeze - this is the first time for Norman after cultivating the "Funeral Heart Sutra", since he has cultivated the "Funeral Heart Sutra", he has never affected his body because of the temperature, and this is the first time today.

You can see how low the temperature is in the space.

At such low temperatures, the surrounding snow layer became thicker and stronger, further compressing their space for movement.

Chen Qinghe no longer thought about flying out now, he tried his best to spit out the flames, and it was already his greatest wish to ensure that he would not be frozen into an ice sculpture. But as his white flames grew weaker and weaker, the space around them continued to shrink.

That's it?

Norman asked himself as he looked at the ever-shrinking space around him.

The forbidden spell is useless, he can't run away, and he really has no way to do it now......

The cold invaded his brain, making his movements even slower, and finally he froze on Chen Qinghe's back, unable to move. It was also thanks to him that he subconsciously put one hand on a horn on Chen Qinghe's back, and was frozen together by ice and snow, so he did not fall off Chen Qinghe's back.

Then Norman was like an ice sculpture.

Not only is he physically unable to move now, but he also doesn't want to move mentally.

All his hole cards have been turned over, and it is useless to struggle.

Maybe he should have died a long time ago, on the night in Cárdenas, he was too tired to come all the way......

The coldness of this unknown forbidden spell seemed to be not only physical, but even Norman's enthusiasm was frozen, leaving his heart cold and lifeless.

"It's over!"

"Are the anchor's eyes frozen? Why can't I see anything clearly? ”

"Is there anyone else? Nobody, I'm off the air. ”

"Damn, it's over in two days?"

"If this anchor dies, will there be a new follow-up?"

"Hell knows, you call and ask the Temporal Authority?"

......

The live broadcast room was in a mess, some were anxious for Norman, some were gloating, some didn't care about Norman's death or not, only cared about whether there would be another worldly live broadcast, everything.

The sounds were like mosquitoes, and Norman sounded like he was floating on the water, but he sank to the bottom of the water, and he couldn't really hear them.

At this moment, a voice like thunder suddenly slashed down.

"Don't give up, there's hope!"

Hope, hope......

I don't know if it's because of this keyword, or because the voice sounds so familiar to Norman, he suddenly wakes up from his stiff state.

It was Lancelot's voice, arguably the one Norman was most familiar with.

"Even if those two forbidden spells don't work, there will be a third, fourth, fifth, hundredth, two hundred, three hundred! As long as you don't give up, you can always find a forbidden spell that can be successfully cast! So, hurry up and keep trying! Don't give up, there is still hope!"

Lancelot's words were like a warm current, melting Norman's frozen thoughts.

yes, why do you want to give up?

If one forbidden spell doesn't work, then try the second, third, fourth...... The hundredth, the two-hundredth, the three-hundredth......

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return......"

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace......"

"The avenue is like a blue sky, I can't go out of the ...... alone"

"Chutian is thousands of miles away, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless......"

As Lancelot's words fell, the members of the Knights Templar were already in action, and a large number of suspected forbidden spells appeared in front of Norman's eyes, resounding in his heart.

In this world, he was probably the only mage who had come into contact with such a large number of suspected forbidden spells in such a short period of time. Each of these difficult and complicated spells can set off a bloody storm and make people grab their heads, but now they are thrown in front of him like a rotten cabbage that doesn't want money......

Not only does he have the "Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea" and the "Heart Sutra of the Funeral Sun", he has the protection of the dragon clan, the inheritance of the strongest under the stars, and the incredible existence of the Knights Templar is helping him wholeheartedly, not only inventing the magic pool for himself, but also throwing the forbidden spell over without money.

Thinking about it this way, I am really awesome, I am simply the illegitimate son of the Father, and I have taken all the advantages of the world.

How can you die here with such an awesome existence?

Norman's heart suddenly brightened.

The flames on his body swelled, and although the raging flames could not expand the space around him, they thawed himself. At the same time, Chen Qinghe spewed out a burst of flames, burning a large hole in the surrounding snow layer.

Through the hole, Norman saw the vast expanse of the earth outside.

The whole world as far as his eyes could see had become a sea of snow, white everywhere. Under the reflection of white, the dark sky seemed to be much brighter.

The scenery is in sight, the emotional chest is lingering and bulging, and Norman is full of emotion.

This situation, this scene, made him deeply feel for one of the forbidden spells provided by the members of the Templar Order at this moment, and although it could not be explained in detail, it resonated emotionally.

That may be what Lancelot calls a sense of language, or talent.

Norman's emotions rolled, and his mind flickered and settled.

Let's start with this one.

Then he began to chant.