Feng Ling strode in.

In fact, in the first step of Feng Ling's step, Feng Ling had already entered the space created by the immortals using the small world.

Feng Ling looked at the scenery inside the golden hall in front of him, but found that everything inside had turned into ice and snow in an instant.

Feng Ling stretched out a hand and opened his palm, palm facing up. After a while, a piece of snow as big as a goose feather slowly fell on Feng Ling's hand, and then another one came.

Feng Ling watched as the snowflakes melted away in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Ling looked up at the sky and found that there was snow falling in the sky.

At this moment, Feng Ling's pupils shrank, and he jumped back with lightning speed, and his body drew a beautiful circle in the sky.

Where Feng Ling had just stood, a hailstone the size of an ostrich egg fell.

The moment the hail hit the ground, it shattered and turned into ice slag.

Seeing this, Feng Ling looked up at the blue sky again, and found that there were still a lot of hailstones falling, some of which were as big as ostrich eggs.

Seeing this, Feng Ling immediately formed a small magic circle around him.

Those hailstones also fell at this time, and those hailstones that smashed towards Feng Ling were all smashed on this magic circle without exception.

Feng Ling heard the sound of ping-pong.

At this time, in the clearing not far from Feng Ling, there were condensed spiritual power icicles.

After the icicles were condensed, they flew towards the maple spirit.

When Feng Ling found out, the icicle had already appeared in front of Feng Ling's eyes.

Because of the existence of the circle, those icicles hit the circle.

But this icicle is many times more powerful than hailstones.

Those icicles hit the magic circle, generating a force that should not be underestimated, eating away at the spiritual power of the magic circle!

Although Feng Ling was not hit, he kept retreating under the continuous attacks of icicles.

Gradually, two marks have been drawn under the soles of Feng Ling's feet, in the snow.

Feng Ling watched as he kept retreating, and suddenly noticed that there was a tree behind him.

Feng Ling had an idea, removed the magic circle, and then came to the tree as fast as he could.

Feng Ling put one of his feet on the tree, and then formed a new magic circle of his spiritual power to resist the countless icicles.

At this moment, Feng Ling's back came out with a cold feeling.

Feng Ling turned his head to take a look, only to find that he had been accidentally hit by a hailstone on the way to transfer.

Feng Ling gradually found that the meridians in the area where he was hit were actually frozen up, causing him to be unable to mobilize all his strength to resist this icicle.

At this moment, a giant icicle shot in the direction of the Maple Spirit.

The icicle was two meters long and ten centimeters wide, and it flew at a very fast speed.

Seeing this, Feng Ling hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power inside the magic circle, and condensed a layer of spiritual power barrier in front of him.

The moment the icicle touched the magic circle, the magic circle was completely destroyed with the momentum of devastation, but fortunately, Feng Ling had already prepared, and the moment the magic circle was broken, the icicle came into contact with the spiritual power barrier.

As soon as the two come into contact, the snow around them is stirred up, and at the same time, it makes a pleasant sound.

Feng Ling used his spiritual power to resist this icicle, but at this time, another huge icicle also rushed over.

The moment the two of them touched, Feng Ling's hands began to tremble involuntarily, and Feng Ling also sweated in the frozen snow.

The moment the sweat slid down Feng Ling's face, the beads of sweat were frozen into a piece of ice, and then the ice fell on the thick ice and snow and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, another one suddenly appeared, and this icicle hit the spiritual power wall again.

At this time, Feng Ling finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Under the three powerful icicles, it flew into existence.

At the same time, the ancient tree turned into scum in that instant, and there was nothing left, and Feng Ling himself fell into the thick snowdrift.

Feng Ling couldn't help but sigh when he saw this.

After falling into the snow, Feng Ling stood up tremblingly and patted his body.

At this time, a rare weather phenomenon appeared in the sky above the Maple Spirit, and then it snowed on top of the Maple Spirit alone.

There was no snow not far from Fengling, and an idea appeared in front of me, that is, to get out of here.

Seeing this, Feng Ling went to make it happen, and he struggled to get a dragonfly on the snow.

At this time, Feng Ling was surprised to find a problem, that is, the snow on Feng Ling's ground began to melt to varying degrees.

Feng Ling thought that he was about to leave when a cold air hit.

Seeing this, Feng Ling saw a powerful white air flow rushing towards him.

Seeing this, Feng Ling hurriedly used his swordsmanship to leave this ghost place.

However, Feng Ling had just used the sword technique to distance himself from the air current, and Feng Ling found that a similar air flow appeared in front of him.

Feng Ling didn't know what to do when he saw this.

Seeing this, Feng Ling knew that he couldn't escape, so he gathered his spiritual power into his palm, and then released it, under the control of Feng Ling, this spiritual power turned into a spiritual fire, and used spiritual fire to drive away the cold. As long as the fire is not exhausted, Feng Ling will be fine!

This spiritual fire is fueled by Feng Ling's own spiritual power, and as time goes by, the consumption of spiritual power is also increasing, and finally when Feng Ling's own spiritual energy is about to run out, this spiritual fire gradually dimmed.

Feng Ling watched the air flow rapidly approaching, and Feng Ling increased his strength, and this spiritual fire instantly became even more vigorous.

At the same time, the wind was gradually opening up, and the cold wind made Feng Ling unable to open his eyes.

The spiritual fire also began to sway in the wind.

Seeing this, Feng Ling used his back to resist part of the wind.

Under this operation, the spiritual fire was not extinguished.

At this time, the air flow also really reached the vicinity of Feng Ling.

Under the effect of this air current, the Maple Spirit and the Spirit Fire became extremely unstable.

Suddenly, the airflow was extinguished in an instant, because the spiritual power in Feng Ling's body had been exhausted, and it was too late to replenish it.

Seeing this, Feng Ling wanted to light the spiritual fire again, but he couldn't do it

Blessed by the lost spiritual fire, the maple spirit was also swallowed by this air current.

In the midst of this cold airflow, Feng felt that his blood was about to be frozen, and his meridians were also affected by this cold air! But Feng Ling was still trying to walk in the direction that the air was coming from, as long as he persevered, he could leave this ghost place.