Ye Cheng gasped, took the white gauze on the side, and wrapped it around his body, and soon his entire upper body was wrapped with gauze.

The surroundings had already turned into a cold prison, and tens of centimeters of white ice froze the entire retreat room, and a faint white cold air floated in the air.

Ye Chengpan sat on the ice, trembling slightly, a cold that he hadn't felt for a long time made him shiver.

Whether it is the Xuanyang Gong or the Huoyuan Casting Method, they are all domineering and blazing exercises, and after reaching the Condensation Realm, the internal air circulates throughout the body, and it has already reached the realm of cold and heat, but now, the body actually feels the chill of the outside world again.

"The muscles and veins of the whole body are seriously damaged, especially the muscles and veins of the limbs such as the hand yang meridians, I am afraid that they will not be able to operate for the time being, and all parts of the body are eroded by the cold flames, this time it is really a serious injury."

Ye Cheng sat paralyzed on the ice, his face pale.

At this time, his appearance was extremely miserable, with thumb-sized blood holes exploding on his thighs and arms, and the original wounds on his chest were constantly oozing blood.

"I don't have a year and a half, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover, but it's ...... at this time."

Ye Cheng raised his arm, even though he had been wrapped in thick gauze, the blood continued to seep out, and the white gauze was soon soaked in blood again.

Hei Yuan, Song Guan, ghosts, these thoughts kept flashing in Ye Cheng's mind

"Tian Yuan, Tian Yuan"

Ye Cheng's expression was a little gloomy, he had already tried his best to overestimate the difficulty of breaking through Tian Yuan, but he didn't expect that it was still far from enough.

Although a large part of the serious injury this time was due to the invasion of the blood-colored mark, even if he was conscious, Ye Cheng was not sure if he would be able to break through.

Xuanyang Gong is a great achievement, Huo Yuan Casting Method is a great achievement, plus a fetal breath skill that specializes in cultivating qi and blood, it is still injured like this, those who are just cultivating the inner family, how many chances can they have.

"With this success rate, I'm afraid it's really a fight for my life"

Ye Cheng sighed lightly, there were tens of millions of people in the entire Eighteen Cities of the Ice Ocean, and before this, there was only one Tianyuan monk in charge of the Qingyu Pavilion Pavilion, even if it was because of the remoteness of the Northern Land, even if it was because there were outstanding monks who were selected to study in the General Pavilion every few years, but it was indeed a Tianyuan monk who suppressed the territory of the Northern Land.

Except for the decree of the General Cabinet, it is really under one person and above tens of millions

"In addition to the risk of the original breakthrough, I'm afraid that the spiritual flame I chose is also a big reason."

Ye Cheng glanced at the surrounding retreat chambers that had turned into extremely cold ice domains, closed his eyes and pondered.

"There are only two ways to reduce the risk of a breakthrough," he flicked his finger on the ground

"The first and easiest one, converting the spirit flame, the risk of breaking through increases with the strength of the spirit flame essence, if it is replaced by an ordinary mortal fire, I can even advance instantly"

Ye Cheng frowned, turned his right hand into a knife, and plunged it into the ice

"It is not advisable to sacrifice the original and chase the end, kill the chicken and take the eggs"

He lifted a square block of ice, and in the ice cube was a book that had been opened on both sides.

Ye Cheng broke through the ice, took out the book from the ice cube, and quickly opened it

The books are densely packed with small characters, Xuanyang Gong, Sanyang Tribulation Method, Fetal Breath Gong, Huoyuan Casting Method, Ye Chengxiu's Exercises, and the bearers of various exercises are also different, some are pages, some are gold leaf jade scrolls, Ye Cheng is out of the house, and he can only copy all of them together.

The front of the book is in regular script in black and white, but in the last two pages for some reason, it is written with cinnabar red pen full of twisted and complicated divine writings, and the blood-red lines are intertwined, which looks eerie.

"The second way is to use external forces, natural materials and earth treasures, spiritual objects and ancient medicines, and forbidden exercises, all of which are indispensable."

Ye Cheng looked at the top of the page, and there were three hideous god seal deficits written on a single line at the beginning, the demon god fetus.

A trace of jealousy flashed in Ye Cheng's eyes, he didn't know where the black jade slab came from, at first after reading the cultivation method of the Huoyuan Casting Method, he also thought that what was recorded on the black jade slab was just a simple body refining method, even if the use of qi and blood in it was exquisite and abnormal, but after all, it was only an extremely orthodox body refining method.

But after Ye Cheng got the jade slip of the five-yuan casting method, the black jade slab he originally owned was actually integrated into it, and the two slate were directly fused together like cheese.

After the black jade slab is fused, there is an additional place name and a new content.

When Ye Cheng saw this incomplete secret technique, he knew that this technique was probably not from some famous and authentic sect, which was also the reason why he deliberately used a divine article to hide it.

"Magic"

Ye Cheng stared at the blood-red handwriting on it, the plain pages seemed to be getting brighter and brighter in his eyes, and the pale red blood light continued to seep into his eyes, turning into a faint huge whirlpool.

After a long time, Ye Cheng finally came back to his senses, the light in the secret room was still dim, and the book was lying quietly in the palm of his hand, unremarkable, in the final analysis, this book was just Ye Cheng's manuscript, and there could be no miracle at all.

He turned the page to the last page, then put the book aside and closed his eyes in contemplation.

The pages of the book are opened, the last page is a large blank, only the first line has traces of smearing, two ancient and complicated handwriting is written on the page, the second word at the end of the pen downward, as if to bring out the third word by the way, but for some reason, it is suddenly closed, leaving a heavy red ink spot, the person who wrote seems to be a little hesitant, but in the end it is directly from the top down to draw two straight lines, erasing the two words.

Those two vague handwritings translate to life and death.

"And the problem of the North Spirit"

Ye Cheng waved away the thoughts in his mind and stared at the small white frame under the corner of his eye.

Bei Ling was still the same, the small white frame quietly emitted a soft white light, and the cloud-like handwriting appeared on the panel, everything was the same as usual, as if the scene just now had never happened.

"What the hell are you?"

Ye Cheng looked at the small white frame coldly.

If it weren't for the scene just now, he wouldn't have any doubts, along the way, he was able to get to the point where he is now, Bei Ling has helped a lot, Bei Ling seems to have always been mechanical and rigid, except for absorbing the source point and ascension techniques that don't know where he came from, he didn't respond to any call from Ye Cheng.

He has always felt that Bei Ling is his biggest secret and treasure, and he is cautious in his words and deeds, even if it is Ling'er, the closest little maid, he has never mentioned it.

Even before the internal strength was completed, he dismissed everyone when he slept, for fear that he would say something he shouldn't have said in his dream, he carefully kept this secret, and the northern spirit was his biggest reliance in this cold and chaotic world.

But until the scene just now, he had no way to ignore this problem, even if it seemed that the Northern Spirit was still harmless to him now, even if there was no Northern Spirit just now, he would probably be directly devoured by the cold flame and die, but he still had no way to accept an unknown thing in his body.

"What do you want to do, parasitize or take away, with the power you just had, it's easy to kill me, what are you, what do you want to do?"

Sen Leng's voice echoed in the secret room, Ye Cheng stared at the small frame of Beiling, now he was seriously injured, and he couldn't even mobilize his internal qi, and he was now in the secret room, not even others, if you want to make a move on him, now is the best time.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, the secret room was extremely silent, and the northern spirit still only scattered a faint white light, looking unresponsive.

After a long time, Ye Cheng finally sat down paralyzed, Bei Ling was purely manipulated by consciousness, Ye Cheng believed that Bei Ling would definitely be able to sense the thought just now, but Bei Ling did not move.

"What the hell are you?"

Ye Cheng lay down on the ice, his eyes still looking at the small white frame under his sight, and only the soft muttering of consciousness remained.

Soon, a clear snoring sounded in the chamber, and a man curled up on the ice lay deep asleep.

............

The East Courtyard of the Castle Lord's Mansion

Dense black-clothed armor soldiers surrounded the small courtyard on the east side, and nearly a thousand soldiers held bows and swords with solemn expressions on their faces, although this posture had been maintained for a night.

If you look down from the air, you can find that in addition to the nearly 1,000 soldiers in the core, there are dense black and red armor soldiers on the periphery, like iron buckets, firmly surrounding the city lord's mansion.

The early morning of winter is cold, some white sky can be vaguely seen in the sky, the whining cold wind continues to blow, the darkness before dawn seems to be extraordinarily cold, and the cold wind continues to drill into the robe.

Outside the small courtyard, Wang Xinghua and Mo Lianshan were all wearing thick white fox furs, and the surroundings were pitch black, and they didn't even light a torch.

"Your Excellency, this counts...... Breakthrough?"

After a long time, Mo Lianshan finally broke the silence and asked with some uncertainty.

Last night's breakthrough was huge, except for the City Lord's Mansion and the Mo Family's mobilization of soldiers to protect the City Lord's Mansion, several people were guarding here inch by inch.

The breakthrough of a Tianyuan monk in front of him, no one wants to miss this process, especially for young martial artists such as Mo Lianshan and Wang Hanyu, it is an extremely rare opportunity.

It's just that two hours ago, the flame phantom in the sky suddenly collapsed, and even the white ice that spread for hundreds of meters suddenly turned into ice powder, and the building of the small courtyard was not damaged at all, but all the visions were all gone, which caught everyone off guard.

"I don't know, I just look at it, it doesn't look like ......"

Wang Xinghua frowned, but he stopped his words suddenly, and the look in his eyes flickered.

Next to Mo Lianshan, his face changed slightly, and the records in the clan did not seem to be like this after the successful breakthrough.

Don't......

Thinking of this, Mo Lianshan's face turned pale all of a sudden.

The Mo family has already put their net worth on Ye Cheng, if Ye Cheng fails to break through and dies, then the Mo family's situation will take a sharp turn.

At present, the only people in the cabinet who are qualified to take over as the pavilion master are Ye Cheng and Song Guan, if Ye Cheng dies, the position of the pavilion master will fall on Song Guan's head.

Song Guan's strength was naturally nothing to Ye Cheng, but except for Ye Cheng and a group of Tianyuan masters who were already high, there were a few people in the entire northern land who were his opponents.

With the support of the General Pavilion, coupled with Song Guan's talent, it is not surprising that Song Guan is breaking through the Tianyuan realm, and when the time comes, Ye Cheng's family will really be unable to advance or retreat.

Thoughts kept flashing in Mo Lianshan's mind, as the helmsman of the next generation of the Mo family, he couldn't help but think about it too much, this was related to the survival of thousands of people up and down the Mo family.

Even though it was a cold day, Mo Lianshan's head was constantly sweating, and the more he thought about it, the paler his face became.

Suddenly, a very small voice came.

The surroundings were originally extremely silent, and everyone's nerves had been tense all night at this time, and even the slightest sound was like thunder in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at each other, Mo Lianshan was stunned for a moment, and then looked closely ahead, and the direction in which the voice came from was the retreat courtyard that had been silent for a long time