Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Thousand Miles of Ice
Just now, Hanbei Ming came over, and Nangong Yi left in a phantom step, just because his speed was too fast, Hanbei Ming didn't see the clue.
"Only the three transcendent sects can cultivate such a young Spirit Sea Realm martial artist. "Han Beiming has never been able to see Nangong Yi's realm, he thinks that Nangong Yi is a martial artist in the Qi and Blood Realm, but he never expected that Nangong Yi's strength is comparable to him, he is afraid, how old is Nangong Yi?
"Senior brother, we should kill this person with all our might. Hanshan also saw that something was wrong, and said in a flash.
"Kill. ”
Han Beiming was jealous, the cold qi in his body overflowed uncontrollably, and the ice under his feet froze out, and he killed it instantly.
"Where are you from, why did you lie to the king and his wife?" Nangong Yi glanced at the fake Wang Hao who was surrounded by a spirit-level long sword in his hand, and quickly retreated.
"Someone on Huangquan Road will tell you. Han Shan urged the sword in his hand, and the sword slashed out one after another.
"There must be a secret in the Wang family that I don't know. Nangong Yi stopped, dodged the sword of the cold mountain, and then avoided the deadly sword of the cold north and the hell. A punch is struck.
Han Beiming had already learned Nangong Yi's weird body technique, he was always on guard, seeing Nangong Yi's movements, he snorted coldly, the hilt of the sword in his hand turned, and the sword body came back to cut Nangong Yi's arm.
Nangong Yi retracted his hand violently and kicked out.
Bang!
Han Beiming's reaction was very fast, and he blocked Nangong Yi's feet with his sword, but Nangong Yi's strength was very strong, and he was shocked back a few steps.
Nangong Yi was no better, the power of the spirit weapon was beyond his imagination, and it bounced him away.
Han Shan, who was waiting for an opportunity to move, his eyes lit up, several sword rays were shot, and the strength of the Qi and Blood Realm was all released, and he chased after him.
Nangong Yi wanted to control his body and stop, but when he saw the chasing cold mountain, his eyes flashed coldly, and his hand clenched the swarthy stone.
"Danger, back off. ”
Nangong Yi's movements were seen by Han Beiming, and he roared loudly.
But it was too late.
Hanshan was less than a foot away from Nangong Yi, Nangong Yi twisted his body in the air, and said with a strange smile: "Go and die." ”
He threw the stone out with all his might, and when Han Shan heard Han Beiming's words, he didn't care, and raised his sword, but before his sword was swung, a black stone in his sight was speeding towards his head.
He froze, forgetting to swing his sword.
Bang! Nangong Yi fell to the ground, and the swarthy stone also passed through Han Shan's brain at this time, a blood mist flew away, and Han Shan's corpse paused for a second and fell in a pool of blood.
"Ah, I'm going to kill you. Han Beiming's face was bruised, he roared angrily, and jumped high with his sword.
"He's dead, so go down and be with him. Nangong Yi quickly got up, picked up the dark stone and the sword of the cold mountain, and looked at the cold northern underworld that flew over.
"You're damned. "Hanbei has a cold face, and the martial arts of the town faction of the Northern Cold Mountain, thousands of miles of ice have been displayed.
A supreme chill spread around him, the long sword in his hand glowed, and all the chill rolled back.
"What kind of secret does the spirit weapon have, he can lock things, so that people have nowhere to escape. Nangong Yi frowned, and he was locked in the dark.
"Yes, the weapon was born for killing, and it represents the ruthless side of the warrior. He remembered that once he asked the head of the family about the spirit weapon, and what the head of the house said to him, he said to himself.
"Die. ”
Han Beiming completed the accumulation of frozen thousands of miles, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, shouted, and waved his long sword.
His movements were slow, as if the sword weighed tens of millions of pounds.
A cold light that was about to freeze the heavens and the earth flew out along the tip of the sword, and the temperature in this space dropped again and again.
"Can't escape?" Nangong Yi's face changed, "There's no way, I can only use the escape talisman that Aoba gave me." ”
His mind moved twice, and he was shocked to find that the storage ring was not listening to the call, and he could not take out the escape talisman.
"Kill my junior brother, and you will die an ugly death. ”
Hanbei Shensen opened his mouth, Nangong Yi raised his head, and he found that the air around him was rapidly condensing and freezing.
All of a sudden, the ice enveloped him.
The solid ice on the ground was still spreading, and it didn't stop until it was frozen for hundreds of miles.
"I won't let you die like this, that's too cheap for you, you killed the son of the Great Elder, only if I take you back, I won't be punished. Hanbei's aura weakened, he gasped, took out the spirit stone, closed his eyes and recovered the strength of the other sea.
In the solid ice, Nangong Yi's body couldn't move, the cold qi seeped into his body, and he was trembling all over.
"When the cold completely invades my body, it is my time of death, and the escape charm cannot be used, and the temple spirit is sleeping again...... By the way, I still have immortal heavenly skills. Nangong Yi anxiously thought of the Immortal Heavenly Skill.
The two supreme yang exercises collided, and the Yan energy burned away the cold qi that entered his body.
"It worked. He hurriedly calmed down and accelerated the operation of the immortal heavenly power.
Tiangong operated, and his body slowly became hot from the cold, and at this time, the cold did not dare to approach him, and even the ice outside his body had a tendency to melt, but the flame energy in his body was too little, and with the passage of time, the flame energy would be exhausted.
It didn't take long for the flame energy in his body to disappear, and the cold qi occupied the top and swarmed over.
"If this continues, I will still die. ”
Nangong Yi had no choice but to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to swim away to avoid his body being frozen.
The cold north outside has almost recovered.
"The junior brother is dead, I have to inform the two senior brothers, and I will do it in advance. He opened his eyes, glanced at Nangong Yi in the ice sculpture, flew up, and headed towards the location of the Wang family.
"Wang Shu and Aunt Wang are in danger. Nangong Yi noticed that Han Beiming was leaving, and when he heard what he said, his heart tightened, and at the same time, he also wondered what secrets the Wang family had that attracted so many forces to peep.
He knew that there was no time, and finding the source vein was the only way for him to break through the ice, no matter what happened when he opened the source vein, he had thought about it and summoned the Human Demon Temple to suppress it.
Nangong Yi closed his eyes and scattered the heavenly spirit liquid overflowing from the dantian to all parts of his body, carefully comprehending his body.
Drawing out the source vein is the first difficulty for a martial artist to open the treasure of the body, and it is related to whether the martial artist can prove his body and attain the innate foundation of the Tao.
The heavenly spirit liquid was absorbed by the body, and he did not move like a mountain, ignoring the impact of the cold air outside, his consciousness was immersed, and he carefully felt every cell and every inch of flesh and blood in his body.
Time passed gradually, the Heavenly Spirit Liquid did not cause the source vein to vibrate, Nangong Yi finished checking his body, and he did not find the source vein.
There was no source vein in the flesh and blood, and he began to search for it in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, but after he finished searching, he did not find the source vein.
"Could it be that the medicinal effect of the Heavenly Spirit Liquid is too strong to draw out the source vein?" Nangong Yi wondered. "No way, it doesn't make sense, I'll look for it again. ”
The cold qi entered Nangong Yi's body little by little, and he sank into the search for the source vein again.
This time there was still no gain, he remembered a place, although he had sensed this place, but he had not looked for it carefully, this place was a dantian, and the dantian was sealed by the spirit of the human demon hall, even if he wanted to feel it well, he couldn't.
"I must break the seal. He made a decision.