In the snow, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of the vicissitudes of the ice wall, his eyes contained ancient lamps, shooting out three feet of millimeters, black and white flowing, each ice crystal and how they were combined into one The subtleties were "illuminated" clearly, incorporated into the depths of his eyes, and put into the wick, constantly analyzing, constantly reorganizing, constantly evolving, gradually, one illusory rule after another highlighted, like glass like crystal, constantly flashing in Meng Qi's eyes.

And on his lap was a crystal clear purple electric long knife, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, stroking the blade, exploring the mysteries of the structure, and absorbing all kinds of information from the depths.

In Meng Qi's slowly rippling heart, the fog became thicker and thicker, forming a gloom, highlighting a reckless ancient pool that seemed to be above the nine heavens, with thunder and lightning in it, silver and white, pure green, gold, purple and black and white, and other colors, they were clearly layered, the deeper they went, the more majestic and terrifying each drop of thunder water contained, and the scene at the bottom of the pool, with Meng Qi's current level, even if the complete memory of the sword was complete, it could not be seen, only vague, thrilling, and seemed to be able to destroy the era.

The "soil" and "stones" around the ancient pond are all extraordinary, and they are constantly hit by thunder and water, and gradually fade into spars of different colors, which are excellent materials for refining, and the deeper they go, the higher the grade.

Thunder and water rippled, lightning intertwined, every drop of "water" and every lightning bolt connected different universes, bringing them electromagnetic rules, and the vague place at the bottom of the pool seemed to form a solid connection with a mysterious and indescribable place, a part of it.

The scene of the "Ancient Thunder Pool" appeared in Meng Qi's heart with the message from the Absolute Sword, showing the feeling of the ancient mystery, magic, and recklessness and antiquity, as if he could return to the era of the flood through it.

Knock knock!

At the bottom of the Thunder Pond, the place that cannot be "seen" by the water of the pond seems to be pregnant with life, emitting strong and powerful pulsations and rippling ripples.

Vaguely. Meng Qi and the Ancient Thunder Pool had a sense of flesh and blood, as if it was a part of his body, his own past.

For this feeling, he was not surprised, the Nine Heavens Thunder God was conceived from the ancient Thunder Pool, and naturally there are thousands of links involved, and the relationship between himself and the Thunder God does not need to be repeated, but there are always some inexplicable strange throbbings, and after review, it is difficult to figure out where it came from.

Suppress this throbbing. Meng Qi was immersed in the scene of the ancient thunder pool, and then introduced the illusory rules of the ice wall in his eyes, referring to the reverse deduction.

In the continuous flashing of lightning and sparks, time passed quickly, and I don't know how long it took, a piece of material suddenly flew out of the icicles, surrounding Meng Qi, and sometimes landing, in his hands. Throw in the flames that glow with red, blue, black, and white elephants.

In the crackling sound of refining, failure after failure came as promised, and Meng Qi constantly revised what he had learned and gained through such practice.

Anyway, the children of other families are heartbroken, and they are the treasure house of the Jade Void Palace Sect.

After hundreds of failures. Meng Qi's eyes opened suddenly, the ancient lamp was gone, and his eyes were pitch black, deep and difficult to understand. The remaining materials around them all descended, and dozens of hairs flew from each of the two corpses.

A hair can cut the sun and the moon. A hair is a world!

The flames are rising, the four colors are tumbling, like boiling water, all the materials are melting, combining and recombining,

Half an hour later, the four colors suddenly disappeared, the snow light burst out, and the vicissitudes of ice appeared a slight tremor, emitting a low resonant sound, driving the secret place of the Zhixu Mountain Sect to glow, attracting the surprised eyes of all peaks and valleys.

Meng Qi's palm was spread out, holding a crystal crystal with tens of thousands of faces, it was like a virtual reality, and the light reflected on each side was different due to the angle problem, converging into a pure and splendid contradictory scene, showing the divine and unchanging rhythm, and hiding the mysterious power of following the truth.

It is a godhead that contains the symbols of ice and snow and the way of punishment, and can last for two hours.

After thinking about it, Meng Qi smiled and typed a series of information into this godhead:

"Title: God of Ice and Snow, Lord of Punishment. ”

"Godhead Rank: 18 (Powerful). ”

"Priesthood Realm: Cold, Blizzard, Freezing, Precepts, Punishment. ”

The godhead floated and floated towards the ice wall, and as the two got closer, the resonance grew stronger and stronger, and the whispering sound grew louder and louder.

When the two sides synchronized to a certain extent, the godhead was blurred, merged into the ice wall, and after a slight vibration, everything returned to normal, as if this had never happened, and it was still a wall of eternal stops.

However, when Meng Qi approached the ice wall, the grains and crystals moved, and a path was born on their own, and the opposite scene was faintly visible!

This is the spy who breaks into the enemy's interior, this is the "back door"!

In a flash of light, Meng Qi crossed the wall of stop in a few breaths.

Outside the secret place, the white-robed middle-aged scribe stopped the dispute with the black-robed old woman, and looked at the bronze ancient gate from the main hall of the sect, only to see that the glow of the ice and snow condensed there bloomed like fireworks, bringing strange scenes and colors.

"Has he passed the second test?" the middle-aged scribe muttered to himself.

The old woman frowned and replied: "It's not much slower than you were at the beginning, and it's also a few hours of work!"

The middle-aged scribe turned his head and asked in a daze, "Hasn't he really learned how to make things like the Yellow Turban or the Godhead?"

I've been studying hard for I don't know how many years!

"Who knows?" said the old woman, spreading her hands, "He is the cause of all effects, and there are many ambiguities in our derivation, and when we reach the realm of legends, we live in an infinite height, looking down on all worlds, and what we see is no longer different, it is really a hundred senses." ”

The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly: "I still hope that he has studied before, or consulted someone who is good at it, so that I will feel a little better......

One after another, their eyes fell from all over the Zhixu Mountain to the secret land of the sect, and they couldn't imagine how people who were not from this sect could create a godhead or a retribution force in a very short period of time, and the synchronization rate was enough to pass through the wall of stopping!

I can't wait for anyone to do it!

Yue Zitian is more and more like a puppet, and his every move is perfectly in line with the norms, but his eyes are as bright as fire, scorching and crazy.

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

Meng Qi didn't know the reaction of the outside world, because there was already a third test in front of him.

Behind the ice wall is a half-section of the hall, where the hall is broken, there is an illusory long river, I don't know where it comes from, and I don't know where it will flow, it remains unchanged for eternity, witnessing the joys and sorrows of generation after generation.

"Is this a long river of time?" Meng Qi was stunned in his heart.

Isn't it to climb on the other side to truly manipulate the river of time?

Why was the patriarch of the Zhixu Mountain Sect able to let the long river of time appear here, as a third test?

Looking at it, the ancient lamp appeared, Meng Qi looked at it carefully, and finally let out a long breath.

This is not the long river of time in the real world, nor is it the real long river of time, but the forbidden method formed by the patriarch of the Zhixu Mountain Sect who blended the long river of time between heaven and earth and various arrangements.

As a great supernatural power who opened up the world of Zhixu Mountain, although the path of time is not yet the creation Brahma that is manifested by the primordial projection, it is enough to manipulate the long river of time here to a certain extent!

When his divine sense penetrated into the current node, countless tributaries suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's mind, and there were certain things that would inevitably happen in each tributary, one of which was "I can't pass through this illusory river"!

The general trend has been achieved, and the fate is irrevocable!

This is the third test! )

PS: Tomorrow it's 7 p.m