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Volume 2: The Northern Han Sacred Temple

Chapter 40: Pure World Lotus Blossom

"Besides, you don't have faith in me?"

The cold dragon's eyes only had the cold moon dust in the air.

"Well, we believe you, big brother!"

The group of people from the Ice Temple looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and said in unison.

At this time, the people who were fighting also stopped, and they naturally heard the conversation between Han Yuechen and the two, and understood that the final result would be produced here.

Even Long Xiang rarely stopped, and did not continue to torture the unspeakable cold sword.

And the tattered Han Sword also seemed to be relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. Only he knows how badly he has been 'bullied', and in the end, it is simply abuse.

Long Xiang is like a fighting machine, no matter what kind of sword qi attack he sends, he can rely on a pair of meat fists to shatter it.

"Thank you so much Brother Long!" This is Han Jian's heart, even if there is no spiritual point, it is better than being abused like this.

Coming back to his senses, Hanlong stared at Hanyuechen, "Then let's start!"

"This is the most powerful move I have at the moment, and it is also the highest level of exercise I can comprehend. It doesn't belong to the Northern Cold Sacred Courtyard, but comes from my family, the Ice Temple. ”

As if on purpose, Hanlong explained carefully.

"Since I became the Yuan Emperor, I have been contemplating enlightenment, and so far I have only been able to comprehend the fur. And, to be honest, this is the first time I've used it, but I can feel how powerful it is. Because its grade is really high, so high that ordinary people can only look up to it in their lifetime. ”

"It is one of the few existences in the Ice Temple, the Heavenly Rank Advanced Technique-Ice Cloud Palm!"

"Ice Cloud Palm?"

The people of the Cold Ice Temple changed color when they heard this, that is the supreme palm technique of the temple, and it is said that when they practice to the peak, they are comparable to the existence of the saint-level exercises.

Moreover, isn't this palm technique one of the high-level secrets of the temple, and it is not allowed for ordinary disciples to cultivate?But why is Han Long able to cultivate, and he has just reached the emperor level to cultivate.

Could it be ......

At this moment, they no longer had the slightest dissatisfaction with the cold dragon, and they were able to cultivate the existence of the Ice Cloud Palm, and their status in the temple could be imagined.

"Ice Cloud Palm? It's a very common name. Han Yuechen said lightly, but his heart was also solemn, the Heavenly Rank is advanced, this is an existence that even he has never seen. As for 'Heavenly Pole Treading Snow', it's just a fragment.

"I haven't practiced any other people's spiritual skills, everything is my own exploration and understanding. As for the 'Thousand Feathers Ice' just now, I watched a senior master in my early years, and it was also my first spiritual skill. ”

The courtesies are still exchanged, and Han Yuechen is not in a hurry to do it.

"And the spiritual skill I performed next was completely comprehended by myself, but I was attacked by an ice spirit bead before, and I felt something. I don't know how powerful it is, so I'll use it to fend off your 'Ice Cloud Palm'!"

"Please!"

"Please!"

Like friends who have known each other for many years, Han Yuechen and Han Long both looked at each other with a smile. And the cold moon dust also fell to the ground unconsciously, and the soles of his feet stayed quietly on the calm surface of the river.

In the next moment, Hanlong took a deep breath, and then his eyes slowly closed.

I saw that his right hand was holding the sky, his left hand was pushing forward, his robe was automatic without wind, and his eyebrows were tightly locked.

A majestic, earth-shaking momentum unfolded in vain, and even pressed the people watching the battle from a distance to panting. In their perception, it seems that it is no longer a cold dragon, no longer a person, but a desolate beast, a desolate world.

That kind of momentum, like a wave, overlapped, one wave is better than another.

"Ice ......"

With the words of ice confiding, Hanlong opened one eye, yes, there was only one eye, and that was his right eye. At this moment, the right eye, which was like a sapphire, was endlessly blue and overshadowed the color of the sky. It's like the sea, deep and endless.

Under his feet, the land within a radius of several feet also froze with the sound of the word "ice", turning the originally green grass into ice white.

"Cloud ......"

After a few breaths, another word "cloud" sounded. At the same time, the cold dragon also opened his left eye, which was endlessly white, but not heavy, but ethereal, like a white cloud in the sky, unpredictable.

And the white clouds on the heavenly dome also moved, turning into a whirlpool, suspended above the head of the cold dragon. It exudes an aura like a catastrophe.

Legend has it that the Heavenly Rank Exercises can attract the power of heaven and earth, and those who are watching the battle at this moment believe it. In particular, the Ice Temple and his party became even more excited.

It's just that they didn't notice the low sweat on the forehead of the cold dragon.

"It turns out that Brother Long is already so strong?" Han Jian was a little depressed, Han Long had always been his idol, originally thinking that when he reached the emperor rank, he would be able to catch up with Han Long's pace, but now it seems that the difference is far away.

However, this mentality only lasted for a moment.

......

And just as Han Long began to close his eyes, Han Yuechen also closed his eyes with a smile.

That's right, just a smile. Every time he turned on the Extreme Ice, he could feel the joy that came from his soul.

Tapping the surface of the river with your toes, an awe-inspiring cold air gushed out in an instant, like an endless ice-blue torrent, filling the river surface within a radius of dozens of zhang in just a moment. The river, which was only a few zhang wide, froze in an instant.

If the width is not enough, it will be extended to the long.

Some of the people who looked at the Ice Temple were dumbfounded. You are also an ice attribute cultivator, even if you are a spiritual cultivator, can you really rely on the strength of the emperor rank to freeze such a vast river?

Naturally, they didn't know the power of the Extreme Ice, because in the upper echelons of the Ice Temple, it was just a legend.

Han Yuechen smiled, recalling the moment when Han Yang threw out the Ice Spirit Bead, and then the moment when the Ice Spirit Bead exploded.

He saw it, he saw the extreme compression, and the ice spirit bead was the one that compressed the huge iceberg into that small ball.

Slowly opening his eyes, the endless cold air broke out instantly, as if he had found an outlet, and under the gaze of the ice-blue eyes, the ice-frozen river rose with ice lotuses the size of a head.

The petals are so clear and crystal clear, as if they are no longer ice, but jade, and they are brilliant jade.

Countless ice lotuses rose up, filling the entire river in just a few breaths in an instant.

The black hair fluttered without wind, and the ice lotus also fell in front of Han Yuechen. Circling, swirling, merging.

One fuses the other, one fuses the other.

From the original thousands, to hundreds, to dozens.

In the end, only one remained.

It's just that its size is so big that it is the size of a zhang.

Han Yuechen gasped, and he was tired.

"It's not the limit yet!"

With another breath, the ice lotus slowly shrank in the surging cold air.

It doesn't stop until it's a meter in size.

"No, it's the limit. If you zoom out any more, you'll have to explode early. ”

The ice lotus was already covered with tiny cracks unconsciously, and on the cracks, there was still a hint of blue cold.

These cracks, others did not look closely, they only saw that the river, which was originally several zhang wide, was faulted and broken.

The riverbed was clearly visible, and the struggling fish stirred their hearts even more.

The water in a radius of dozens of zhang was actually shrunk by the cold moon dust, and turned into the one-meter-sized ice lotus in front of him.

Is he still human?

"Success or failure is here!"

Han Yuechen's eyes flickered, and he controlled the ice lotus to slowly push towards the cold dragon that was already standing in the air.

"Pure World Lotus Blossom!"

Watching the ice lotus sweeping over, Han Long's heart stirred, and he didn't dare to estimate the power.

"Ice Cloud...... Palm!"

The cloud in the palm of his right hand had also reached the saturation place, and he put his hands together, and the ice cloud was one, and gently patted the ice lotus.

A layer of white clouds and mist was entangled, and it turned into a palm the size of several zhang! The front of the palm was clouds and mist, and the back was cold ice, as if the boundary between yin and yang, and it seemed that yin and yang were one.

Palm prints are clearly visible.

Finally, the lotus and the palm collided!

And the corners of Cold Moon Dust and Cold Dragon's mouths also overflowed with scarlet blood almost together.

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