"Could this be where I belong?!" More and more yellow sand piled up on Long Jianfei's body, instantly forming a huge sand cocoon, which was completely cut off from the connection with the aura of heaven and earth, Long Jianfei could only rely on the remaining aura in the sea of dantian qi to survive, and he was no longer powerless to resist.

"Boy, tell the secret of the Ice Avenue! Swear allegiance to my son-in-law to the Heart Demon!Otherwise, you will only die!" The voice of the old man in the brocade robe came into Long Jianfei's ears with great clarity from outside the sand cocoon, and at this moment, it seemed that he was the master of the Heavenly Dao.

It's a pity that Long Jianfei is not a person who bows to fate so easily, although he is in danger, he is still uncompromising, and he snorted coldly: "If you put it on me today, you will return it a hundred times the next day!"

Hearing this, the brocade-robed old man suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and hurriedly used the teleportation technique to rush backwards, but in the end it was still half a beat slower, and just a flash was swallowed up by countless sword blades mixed with gravel and frost.

Although the incident happened suddenly, the old man in the brocade robe was also panicked, seeing that the retreat had been blocked by the sword blade, he simply turned around and danced a pair of blue spotted stone locks in his hand like the wind to protect the vital points of his body, and the yellow sand in the sky also rushed to him like a tide.

However, the power of the 10,000-year-old Ice Sword, which has been passed down from generation to generation by the Long family, is terrifying, and Long Jianfei has forcibly integrated the way of ice and the way of the sword into it at the same time as the magic weapon self-detonates, which makes its power increase several times.

In the blink of an eye, the blades have left countless scratches on the blue spotted stone lock, and the most terrible thing is that each sword blade has a bone-chilling cold air at the same time, which not only makes a thick layer of solid ice continue to accumulate on the blue spotted stone lock, but also continuously invades the old man in the brocade robe along the arm.

The old man in the brocade robe knew that if he let the cold qi invade the meridians of his body, it would inevitably affect the operation of the spiritual energy, making his dangerous situation even worse, so he immediately spewed out a large mouthful of natal true yuan into his two arms.

Nourished by the natal true element, the earthy qi in the two arms of the old man in the brocade robe became extremely abundant, and with a crackling sound, the spirit robe was instantly broken by a huge force, and the exposed arms were no longer a little flesh color, which looked like a mound of stones.

Tuxing Dao had already restrained the way of ice, and this old man's cultivation was much higher than that of Long Jianfei, although his movements became a little sluggish after petrifying his arms, he was already not afraid of Long Jianfei's way of ice, and he was already able to resist those sword blades with a pair of blue spotted stone locks in his hand.

Long Jianfei thought that even if he couldn't completely kill the old man in the brocade robe, he could at least hurt his roots, but he didn't expect that the ability of the old man in the brocade robe was far beyond his imagination, and all kinds of magical powers emerged in endlessly.

And at this time, there was not much left of the blade of the 10,000-year-old ice sword that had been turned into a sword by its self-explosion, and Long Jianfei knew that if he didn't leave at this time, when the old man in the brocade robe freed up his hand, he might not be able to get out again, so he didn't hesitate to use the teleportation technique, and after several consecutive flashes pulled the distance between him and the old man in the brocade robe, he set up a retreat and flew away with all his might.

A moment later, the last wave of sword blades finally landed on a pair of blue spotted stone locks, and the old man in the brocade robe didn't care about his breath, and immediately used the teleportation technique to chase in the direction of the dragon sword's escape.

However, Long Jianfei calculated that the old man in the brocade robe would definitely chase after him, so after taking the first step out of the scope of the old man's divine sense, he immediately retracted his breath and changed the direction of his escape, and the old man in the brocade robe did not hesitate to continuously perform the teleportation technique, but in the end he still did not find any trace of Long Jianfei.

Standing in mid-air, looking around blankly, the old man in the brocade robe could not hide his disappointment, and looked down to see his petrified arms even more annoyed, this trip to the Linglong Snow Mountain not only did not capture Long Jianfei to learn the mystery of the way of ice, but also lost a lot of natal true yuan, even the petrified arm also needs a lot of time to slowly refine to recover as before, it can really be said that it is a loss to the lady and the soldier.

As for Long Jianfei, not to mention the secret of not finding the Linglong Snow Mountain Ice Avenue, he was forced to give up his biggest reliance, the high-grade magic weapon, the Ten Thousand Years Ice Sword, and also lost a fine light.

It seems that this is a dispute that is destined to have no winner, but just when the Ten Thousand Year Ice Sword exploded, Long Jianfei accidentally discovered that there was a small blue object hidden deep in the spine of the Ten Thousand Year Ice Sword, because the situation was so urgent at that time, he didn't have time to take a second look, so he grabbed it and put it in the storage bag.

After getting rid of the pursuit of the brocade-robed old man, Long Jianfei completely confined his aura in a deep valley and avoided it for a few days, and then he remembered such a thing taken out of the Ten Thousand Years Ice Sword.

"A key?!" Looking at the blue ice spoon in front of him, Long Jianfei couldn't help but be stunned.

Before, Long Jianfei had always thought that this thing must be necessary for refining the Ten Thousand Year Ice Sword, but now it seems that the person refining the sword deliberately hid it in the sword.

"What kind of key is this?!" Although he knew that the key of Lu Dao was hidden in a high-grade flying sword, it must be very important in itself, but for Long Jianfei, a key that did not know where Lu Dao was locked was useless to him.

Long Jianfei was puzzled, and he had no clue for a while, so he simply concentrated his thoughts into his own sea of consciousness.

"Father!" Although he was not a well-behaved son before, in the face of Long Yuxiong's remnant soul, Long Jianfei suddenly became much more submissive.

"Fei'er!How is it?Have you found the mystery of the Ice Avenue?!" Long Yuxiong, who was already too weak, couldn't wait to ask.

Long Jianfei shook his head and sighed: "My son is not talented, I have searched the entire Linglong Mountain Range and found nothing! Moreover, a strong man at the peak of the late Yuan Infant suddenly appeared and tried to capture me, and in desperation, I had to blow up the Ten Thousand Year Cold Ice Sword to get out!"

"What? The Ten Thousand Years Ice Sword is ruined?!" Long Yuxiong's body couldn't help but shake, and he looked even more languid and haggard.

But now Long Yuxiong is no longer the Dragon Island Lord who crisscrossed the endless sea back then, just a poor person who is barely breathing, and he can't even be called a human at all, at best he is just an unwilling remnant soul, and he was only sad for a moment when he heard that the treasure of Zhendao was destroyed, and then he turned to mutter: "If it's destroyed, it's ruined! As long as people don't have trouble! If you can't find the secret of the way of ice, forget it! Fei'er, you better find a place to hide, as long as you don't get into trouble!"