"What the hell is this?" Ping An felt a little strange, the white bump in his field of vision was still the first foreign object he saw when he came to this ice field, and it didn't seem very far away. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info But now every step forward feels difficult, even standing in place, the blood-colored mist in his body is also rapidly consuming.

"Go and see!" There wasn't much time left for Ping An to hesitate, he had already gone so far into the ice field before he made a little discovery, if he went back now, it could be said that the two days of hard work were in vain. Even if you wait for your strength to grow in the future, and then come to explore, you may not be able to find it in this snowstorm. This bulge certainly didn't run into the depths of the ice field for no reason, there must be a reason. Since he had encountered it, Ping An quickly decided to continue to dig deeper into the location of the protrusion, and maybe he would find something.

Ping An directly grabbed a handful of blood coins from the animal skin bag and stuffed them into his mouth, and as long as the blood-colored mist in his body was about to be consumed, he would immediately devour one. Fortunately, he carried enough blood coins with him, and the only thing he was worried about was whether his body could resist it.

Forward, one step, two steps,...... Fifty steps, a blood coin in his mouth turned into a blood mist and poured into his body under the impact of spiritual power. Not long ago, he had devoured the blood coin, and the meridians and flesh of Ping An had not fully recovered before they were once again washed and torn apart by the new influx of blood mist. The pain had already numbed Ping'an, but the cold breath outside couldn't stop him from breaking out in a cold sweat.

100 steps ,...... Five hundred steps, he was still advancing, and in just five hundred steps, Ping An devoured a full ten blood coins. Devouring so frequently, the meridians and flesh in his body almost exploded, and before he could recover at all, a new wave of devouring blood mist poured into his body again, washing it away and destroying it even better.

Now Ping'an's body is no longer cold sweat, but sweat mixed with blood. The shattered body was like a boat about to be overturned in the wind, ready to fall apart at any moment. Now that Ping An was gluing his body that seemed to be about to shatter with his will, his body had to adapt to devouring blood coins so frequently.

"His grandmother's! What a cheat!" Every time it swallowed into the body, nine-tenths of the new blood mist would be immediately absorbed by the soul, leaving only one-tenth of the blood mist that could be stored in the mind. If all the blood mist turned into each blood coin could be used to resist the cold qi that invaded his body, then there was no need for him to devour and replenish it so frequently. Ping An knew that most of the blood-colored mist absorbed by the soul would make his soul stronger, and the scope that the realm of consciousness could cover would be greater. However, what Ping An wants more at this moment is that every time he inhales the blood mist in his body, all of them are used to resist the extremely cold aura that the outside world wants to invade his body, and he doesn't want to be frozen into an ice sculpture here. It's just that the newly inhaled blood mist can be controlled by him after entering the body, and it will only pour into his mind after washing and destroying the meridians and flesh of the whole body, and then it will be absorbed and devoured by the soul, leaving the remaining storage and then the blood-colored mist in his mind can be called by Ping'an, so Ping'an couldn't help but complain secretly.

Spit and complain, but there is no other way, now Ping An can only bite the bullet and keep devouring blood coins to replenish the blood-colored mist that is rapidly consumed in the body.

800 steps,...... A thousand steps. At this moment, Ping'an was covered in blood, the skin on his body exploded in several places, and even the flesh and bone under the skin could be seen, and now Ping'an looked like a puppet glued together with broken flesh and blood. Every time I took a step forward, I felt the cold air surging even more, and at this time, Ping'an's body was barely conscious, just walking numbly. Finally, there was only five zhang away from the white bulge in front of him, which was just within the coverage of the peace consciousness realm.

"What? is it a person?" consciousness swept over as if it were seen with one's own eyes. The white bump turned out to be an old man sitting with his back to Ping'an, his whole body was frozen, and the surface was covered with snow, so in the distance he could only see a bunch of raised white objects on the plain. However, what surprised Ping An even more was that there was a heavy sword on the old man's legs, the sword body was dark red, and it was also inlaid with these four magic crystals with blue light, and at a glance, he knew that this heavy sword was extraordinary. At the same time, it was also found that the left hand of the old man seemed to be an independent space of its own, and his consciousness could not penetrate into it within the scope of his own domain. In the same way, Ping An had also noticed it when he was close to His Holiness and Princess Zixuan. Therefore, Ping An deduced that there should be a space in the old man's left hand to store ornaments, but his consciousness could not penetrate it, and his left hand was covered with snow, and he couldn't see what it was.

"These are priceless treasures! Since you have encountered them, you must get them anyway!" After a glance at his consciousness, Ping An came to such a conclusion, and was pleasantly surprised.

He grabbed a handful of blood coins again and numbly put them into his mouth, and continued to move forward. The extremely cold aura that came from all sides and the blood-colored mist in Ping'an's body were frantically consuming each other, and the cold qi gradually began to gain the upper hand, and the speed at which the blood-colored mist replenished could no longer continue to resist these endless influxes of cold qi.

Ping An knows that now he must get the baby as soon as possible and leave, there is no longer any delay, otherwise he will stay here forever.

Lifting the spirit and urging the body, he walked a few steps in a row, and came to the corpse of the old man who had been frozen for an unknown amount of time. There was no time for him to observe the mourning carefully, and to pick up the snow covering the old man's left hand. The old man's left hand finally appeared in front of him, and it turned out to be a ring worn on the middle finger of his left hand, which looked very quaint.

Ping An didn't have time to think too much, like a bandit, he grabbed the dark red heavy sword on the old man's legs, and grabbed the ring with one hand, wanting to pull it out and leave.

"Smack!" the ring was frozen so firmly that it stuck to the old man's left hand. Ping An didn't pull it out at once, and continued to increase his efforts to directly pull off the old man's middle finger, and only then did he get the ring.

"Sin... What a sin!" I didn't expect to use too much force to break the old man's middle finger, and a trace of guilt poured into my mind, and Ping An sighed repeatedly.

Now Ping An not only felt the severe pain of being frequently washed by the blood mist, but also felt that his hands and feet began to stiffen, and he could no longer move flexibly, and part of his body was about to be lost. Quickly put the old man's middle finger back in place and turned around and left here.

A new wave of blood-colored mist poured into his body again to fight against the cold, and under the control of his tenacious will, Ping'an's shattered body picked up the legendary grade heavy sword and ring he had just found, and walked back step by step.