At this time, Han Qing saw that Xue Bingqing was being besieged by several demon cultivators, and her protectors had all been killed.

Seeing that she was about to disappear, Han Qing raised her eyebrows, and stepped forward like a ghost.

In an instant, the heads of those demon cultivators were directly shattered, and several headless corpses fell straight back.

Xue Bingqing saw Han Qing appear, and there was a little more blood on her pale face.

"I owe you three lives now." Xue Bingqing spoke.

Han Qing didn't answer, just looked up at the sky.

The sky was already snowing, and the cold wind was bitter, like weeping.

Ice crystal balls collapsed, and monks fell.

In the midst of this blizzard and cold wind, as soon as the blood splattered, it froze into ice.

There was dark red snow and ice everywhere, and there were broken limbs everywhere.

It's like this place has turned into an ice hell.

At this time, Han Qing reappeared and beheaded more than a dozen Savage Temple monks who rushed over.

"Han Qing, you better go, our Xue clan has no way to retreat, and we must persist until the last person fights, but you are not a member of my Xue clan, you don't have to work hard, with your cultivation, it is not difficult to leave this battlefield." Xue Bingqing said bitterly.

Although, the feeling of being protected by Han Qing made her nostalgic.

But how could she be so selfish?

"Shut up." Han Qing scolded angrily.

Xue Bingqing bit her lower lip and said, "It's already a dead end, although I desperately went to the ancestral land of the Xue clan to obtain the Ice Thorn Immortal Vine, but the Ancestor has no response coming out, let alone using the Demon Control Technique to give birth to this Ice Thorn Immortal Vine, our Xue Clan has been cut off from life."

"Ice Thorn Immortal Vine? What's that?" Han Qing asked.

"That's a kind of innate demon vine, which was brought out by our Xue clan when we moved from the Heavenly Demon Realm to the wilderness, if it is born with demon control techniques, it can protect me from Snow City for a month." Xue Bingqing sighed and spread her palms.

In her jade-white palm, there was a seed that emitted a faint cold light.

"None of you know how to harness sorcery?" Han Qing asked.

"Our Xue clan is the capital of the lineage, but except for the Ancestor, no one can give birth to the seeds of this Ice Thorn Immortal Vine." Han Bingqing sighed.

At this moment, there was a roar in Flying Snow City, and countless buildings collapsed and were razed to the ground.

Han Qing's heart moved, and he said, "You taught me this demon control technique, I already have the technique of giving birth, perhaps, after I learn it, there is a slight possibility of success."

Han Bingqing hesitated for a moment, this is the secret technique of the Xue Clan's inheritance, how can it be given to others?

This inheritance secret technique is branded in the bloodline, and even if you use the soul searching technique, you can't get it.

However, now that the Xue clan is going to be wiped out, any inheritance secret techniques will be cut off, why do you care about this.

Even if there is only a silver lining, hold on tightly.

Of course, the most important thing is that this person is Han Qing.

Xue Bingqing gritted her teeth and told Han Qing about this inheritance secret technique.

When Han Qing heard this secret technique, his brain suddenly began to roar, and his soul was shocked.

The blood of the battlefield and the shouts of killing began to fade away.

Every word in the secret art of inheritance reverberated in the soul, turning into the lines of inheritance and beginning to imprint.

After Han Qing obtained this inheritance secret, his heart trembled suddenly.

Because, this secret technique, and the secret technique of time and space, actually come from the same source.

With the power of time, to catalyze all things.

Even if others get this secret technique, it will take a while to digest and absorb it.

But after Han Qing got it, he realized it instantly.

"Bring the seeds of the Ice Thorn Vine." Han Qing opened his eyes and cleared the way for Han Bing.

His eyes were very different, as if he had time to settle in them.

It seems that at a glance, thousands of years of time have passed in a hurry.

At a glance, this is probably the case.

Xue Bingqing's delicate body trembled, and Han Qing's gaze made her body and soul tremble.

Her mind, as if she had been snatched away, obediently handed over the Ice Thorn Immortal Vine Seed in her hand to Han Qing.

Han Qing took this kind of thing, immediately sat down cross-legged, and began to use secret techniques to give birth.

The power of time began to diffuse.

In an instant, on the seed of this Ice Thorn Immortal Vine, there were ice crystal-like sprouts drilling.

In the blink of an eye, it spread out in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, there was a cold spirit aura on his body that rushed to the sky, and the heavens and the earth shook.

Suddenly, the monks around them were also attracted and looked up.