A strong, eerie black mist poured down from the sky, striking from all directions.

The sinister aura of the cold is menacing.

"Be careful!" Ye Qiantong exclaimed in surprise, and he didn't know why, so he picked up the bottle of Ziyan Divine Ding in the space without thinking about it, and kicked one of his feet towards the black mist lotus that was pregnant with the ghostly fire.

Without a pause, Ye Qiantong subconsciously blocked behind Emperor Mingjue, condensed the spiritual power of his whole body, and slashed out towards the surging black mist.

But Ye Qiantong's movements were too fast, flashing like a ghost, and Di Ming never expected that she would break free to protect his rear!

An unprecedented panic rose from his heart.

Emperor Mingjue was about to quickly grab Ye Qiantong's arm.

However, at the last moment, the sword power that had been slashed out before and the destructive power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire suddenly collided terrifyingly, and exploded violently.

"Bang !!"

In an instant, a huge mushroom cloud exploded, engulfing the entire Ghost Swamp.

The heavens and the earth trembled violently, as if a thousand thunderbolts were rolling, and Ye Qiantong's body was instantly blasted out by the powerful power, like a kite with a broken string disappearing from the emperor's sight.

"No !!" A hoarse roar resounded through the sky, and Emperor Ming's eyes were scarlet, his eyes were full of pain and despair, and he rushed over with the most extreme speed of his life.

However, the entire Ghost Swamp fell apart like the previous Black Tower, and darkness fell all around.

The two of them were scattered by the fierce and terrifying force!!

——

cold

Ye Qiantong felt as if she had fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and her blood seemed to be solidified into ice, and it was cold and biting!

And, it hurts!

The whole body was in great pain as if it had been bombarded by artillery fire, and it seemed that it had been cut by a sharp blade from time to time!

"Huh!"

Ye Qiantong's eyes snapped open, but he found himself in the icy and biting river, the water was extremely turbulent, and he was constantly crashing into a sharp reef.

Seeing that the reef was about to be cut horizontally by a sharp and sharp knife in the next second, Ye Qiantong's heart sank, and his hand was cold, and he suddenly found something silver wrapped around his wrist.

It's the Silver Whip of Soul Eater.

Without thinking about it, Ye Qiantong threw out the Soul Devouring Silver Whip entrenched in his wrist, coiled a dead tree on the shore, spun around, and landed ashore steadily.

"Whew—it's dangerous—" Ye Qiantong exhaled a large gulp of turbidity, looking at the chaotic reef in the river, secretly speechless.

Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I would have died.

Because the position she was in was really dangerous, and the reef in the river was covered with sharp ice, sharp as a blade, and cold to the bone.

Moreover, in front of the river is a cliff and waterfall, an abyss, with no end in sight, as long as it is washed down, there is no possibility of survival.

Ye Qiantong took a deep breath and used her spiritual power to dry her soaked clothes while vigilantly observing her surroundings.

Behind him was a forest of dead trees, charred and dark, as if it had just been ravaged by fire.

The depths of the dead wood forest were filled with a smoky miasma, and strange sounds were constantly coming from inside, as if some unknown terrifying monster was hidden, and there was a cold and eerie aura everywhere.

The whole sky is covered with layers of black clouds, depressing and dull, and the gloomy air is bursting, which makes people breathless.

Ye Qiantong's brows furrowed slightly, and at a glance he recognized that this was within the ruins of the Ancient Fallen Battlefield!

The Ghost Swamp exploded, throwing her right into it.

As if thinking of something, Ye Qiantong's face changed slightly.

What about the emperor?

Ye Qiantong looked around, and there was no breath of life around him, and he was filled with the cold of death everywhere, like the fog of the Yellow Spring in front of the Hell Ghost Gate.