The end of the sky, the corner of the sea.

The ice sheet stretches down from the mountains to the sea, forming a 100-meter-high cliff.

Huge icebergs float and swim in the sea, and giant fish leap up in the ice sea, accompanied by whale waves.

On the iceberg, there is a white bear resting, looking lazy, looking down and listening to the whale's long song.

The winter here is called eternal night. From morning to night, there is no shadow of the sun, only the colorful aurora hanging high in the sky.

Wu Feng swung out the flying rope, slipped off the cold cliff, dug a groove in the ice with his long sword, sucked it with suction with his feet, tore off the long rope, and stepped on the waves after a few back and forth.

Although the samurai of the Zhenye realm cannot fly, they can also keep their bodies in the water, and they only need to walk on the waves, as if walking on the ground.

This is the true Arctic Ocean, but because of the sea, it is not as cold as some parts of the land. With Wu Feng's cultivation, it can still be resisted.

The gods and demons taught Wu Feng by the Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department had already started the mystical exercises, and Wu Feng had already started to get started, but the Yun Ji Secret Spectrum that Yun Hailan gave him had not yet begun to cultivate.

According to the secret spectrum, it is necessary to condense the snow seed in the dantian qi sea as the foundation of martial arts.

If you absorb the power of Beiming and the breath of extreme cold in the long ice ocean in the far north, and condense the snow seeds, you can make the foundation of your cultivation extremely stable. But for young people who have just started to practice, it is impossible to tolerate such cold.

However, Wu Feng did not cultivate the Yun Ji Secret Spectrum at the beginning, but had already reached the Zhenye realm through the cultivation of the Dongchen Sword Codex, so there was no such problem.

His clothes are fluttering, and in the midst of the stormy mountains and waves, he walks with the tide, and his true anger is agitated, and he does not wet the corners of his clothes.

Wu Feng looked at the sky, the long sky was like a huge dark blue curtain, the aurora covered the stars, and the clouds flowed between the stars.

The cloud shadow quickly enlarged in the sea of his divine consciousness, but it danced wildly, turning into ghostly shadows.

But Wu Feng didn't feel frightened at all.

He faintly felt these ghostly clouds. Joined with my own soul and soul.

A mad and evil aura began to flow in Wu Feng's body, making him feel as if he was about to turn into a demon in hell.

The wind was cold and the water was cold, but Wu Feng faintly saw blood and fire in his eyes. Feel your own killing factor being activated.

The blood is burning.

This cloud secret spectrum is indeed an extremely weird and evil exercise.

Wu Feng's mind worked, and the golden true qi began to circulate, and the divine aura bloomed from him. That kind of killing intent gradually faded.

It was supposed to be incompatible. Ice charcoal is not delivered. But under the harmony of the immortal Xuangong of gods and demons, a faint cold air flowed in Jinhua, slowly pouring in from the spring point at the bottom of Wu Feng's feet.

The boundless sea of ice lost its substance in Wu Feng's divine consciousness and turned into scattered stars.

The strength of the Zhenye Realm allowed him to sense the essence of the Arctic cold.

Wu Feng waved his sleeves, shattered the turbulent waves, and stepped into the depths of the sea of ice.

With the soles of his feet as the center, a vortex of spiritual power at a hidden level was formed in the ice ocean, constantly expanding along the surface of the sea. The power of the occult. was inhaled into his body by Wu Feng.

Wu Feng's Immortal Xuan Gong of Gods and Demons had just started, and he was not very familiar with the power of reconciling yin and yang, and the cold qi was introduced into his body by him, and it was instantly melted by his masculine physique and turned into nothingness.

His Tianyang physique leads to a natural resistance to cold.

Wu Feng had no choice but to go deeper into the sea of ice.

He tried his best to pull the yang energy in his body, trying to form a hollow state that would not interfere with the cold qi, so as to leave space in the dantian and condense the snow seeds.

It's been a tough process.

Again and again. The cold qi that he had tried his best to absorb was melted by the yang energy, and in this sea of ice, the continuous consumption of yang energy made his whole body begin to chill.

Wu Feng had to take the positive herbs. to maintain physical fitness.

Gradually, though, he began to find his senses.

The masculine true qi swirled around the dantian, forming a nebula-like vortex, forming a gap in the center.

At the beginning, the centripetal force was formed by the extrusion of the surrounding meridians, and then as Wu Feng's operation became more and more mature, the cold qi was inhaled and condensed. Gradually, frost-white crystal nuclei appeared in the dantian.

Yin and yang attract but do not touch, with yin as the core and yang as the ring, as long as the meridians provide a little yuan force, they can flow endlessly. This is the so-called beauty of circulation.

Feeling that the snow species in the dantian not only expanded, Wu Feng's heart was comfortable, and he stepped into the depths of the ice sea more and more.

The Beiming cold here is more refined.

But the sea that blew in the wind did not know when it was quiet.

Wu Feng suddenly realized that he was already on an extremely strange sea.

There is no wind, the sea is as smooth as a mirror, and there is a mysterious atmosphere around it.

In this polar night, the sea should be dark, but even with the reflection of the aurora here, it is still as black as ink, and the light and shadow only float weakly on the surface of the water.

Suddenly, several skeletons floated on the surface of the sea, human bones, but they were all azure.

Wu Feng had a faint feeling that these bones were opening the way for a strange existence. It is as if the long-dead guard still guards the king in the netherworld.

He retreated in his heart, if it was just to condense the snow seeds, it would not be a good thing to walk in vain.

The masters of the Zhenye Realm are by no means able to run rampant, and in many sinister places, only saint-level powerhouses can survive.

Another ship slowly floated on the surface of the sea.

When you look closely, the captain of this ship is three feet, and the whole body is actually made of thick white bones, shining with blue light, and surrounded by an eerie black gas, which is terrifying.

Bone boat!

Wu Feng's heart sank.

Of course he knew what it was.

It can occur both on the sea and on land. If it is on land, it will walk on the soil, which is no different from floating water, and it is even more weird.

The saint-level master died in the fierce place, and his resentment did not dissipate, gathering ancient strange bones and nourishing his soul in the white bone boat.

However, the strength of ghosts is generally far inferior to that of life. The fierce spirits of saint-level masters, even if they are nourished by the White Bone Boat, it will take thousands of years to recover their strength.

It's just that once they finish recuperating and kill the White Bone Boat, it will be a huge disaster! The superlative strength of the saint-level, coupled with the pervasive nature of ghosts, makes these saint-level fierce spirits can easily kill countless people, if there are no living saint-level masters to resist the suppression, then it is very possible to turn several cities into ghost domains.

Wu Feng's mind was racing.

The fierce spirit in this bone boat doesn't know how far it has recovered, but it is probably not its opponent itself.

Even if the boat could be destroyed after a hard battle, it would not make much sense. In the White Bone Boat in this position, after the fierce spirits in it entered the world, the scourge was undoubtedly the population of the Demon Gate, and they could not touch the people of Middle-earth.

In line with the idea that friends of the dead Dao will not die and the poor Dao, Wu Feng will turn around and leave.

However, there was a sudden roar from the White Bone Boat.

"Roar, roar, ......"

"The Emperor...... The Emperor felt a familiar aura!"

"Is that you...... You have calculated the emperor with deceit, and ruined the hope of the revival of the Heavenly Demon Court, and the emperor hates and hates it!"

Before Wu Feng could answer, a golden mist emerged from above his head, and his voice was like thunder: "Fuck you, a rabbit with miscellaneous hair, and dare to call yourself the old demon emperor, Lao Tzu is just your mother!" (To be continued.) )