There are many crevices between the rocks under the shore, one of which is connected to the sewer under the temple.

During the day, the Tang family had already sent someone to destroy the formation there, sprinkling a lot of black viscous oily substances inside.

The mud-like thing slowly flowed through the crack into the sewer of the Dao Temple, and continued to move forward, still without any sound, and I didn't know what material the surface of this thing was composed of, and it was not stained with a little of those sticky black oils.

Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the opposite bank.

He didn't know that during the day, the other side was very lively, there were many servants, vendors, fortune tellers, and there was a blind piano master playing the piano by the water, and the restaurant was very lively, and Rob drank two cans of fine wine there.

He didn't notice that the ground behind him was slightly heaving, and two frost-colored weeds had crossed his instep.

The black earth bloomed like petals blooming silently, and an ugly hand covered in scales and hair reached out from the ground.

The qi between heaven and earth had undergone an extremely slight change, and Chen Changsheng's perception was so keen, he immediately noticed something unusual.

However, his reaction was a step slower after all.

He didn't have time to use the fastest Ye Zhi step, or use the evening cloud to send himself far away.

The ugly and terrifying hand had reached out from the ground and was gripping his ankle tightly.

An indescribable aura emanated from that hand, down his ankle, towards his body.

Chen Changsheng only felt as if he had fallen into a volcanic crater, wrapped in incomparably hot magma, and every part of his skin was tingling, and even a little numb.

It was an illusion, because the breath was not hot, but extremely cold.

The extremely cold and filthy aura rushed into all his meridians, and then began to eat away at his flesh.

What's even more terrifying is that that cold and filthy aura, as if it had some kind of vitality, turned into a film-like thing, enveloping all of his three hundred and sixty-five qi orifices, which also means that those starlight powers in his qi apertures could not break through at all in a short period of time.

The next moment, that breath rushed directly into his chest and abdomen, freezing his secluded mansion into a snowy mountain.

All of this happened in an extremely short period of time.

The yellow leaves that fell from the trees were barely an inch away from the branches, and the starlight didn't have time to flicker.

Chen Changsheng was restrained, and his breathing and heartbeat seemed to be frozen.

Not to mention fighting back, he couldn't even make a sound.

The methods of the sneak attacker underground were too insidious, and the aura was too cold and vicious.

If it were another cultivator, even if it was a great powerhouse at the peak of the Gathering Stars, without any preparation, he would suddenly encounter such a terrifying sneak attack, and encounter a vicious method that had not appeared in the world for countless years, something might happen, and then die quietly.

Will Chen Changsheng die like this? Under the protection of countless powerful people, in the Dao Hall of the National Religion, under this silver-like starlight?

Guan Feibai walked out of the Dao Hall with his sword in his hand, and he was still more than ten zhang away from Chen Changsheng.

The most important thing is that he didn't find anything wrong except that he felt the night breeze suddenly chill slightly.

The formation of the Dao Hall did not perceive the arrival of the insidious sneak attacker.

Chen Changsheng's breathing slowed down, and the interval between his second breaths was seven times longer from the time he was attacked.

At the same time, his heartbeat slowed down, and his second heartbeat was many times later than the first one, also counting from the time he was attacked.

If this continues, maybe his next breath will never come, and maybe his heartbeat will stop and die.

This was the closest Chen Changsheng had ever been to death, but it was not the most recent.

Since he was ten years old, his life has been accompanied by the shadow of death, whether it is at the bottom of the Beixin Bridge, on the shore of Hanshan Lake, or on the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum, he has encountered more dangerous situations, so even if he saw the threat of death so clearly, he still did not panic.

What's more, he had many similar experiences on how to deal with the cold breath.

He has been blown by the squeaky dragon's breath many times, and over the years, he has sometimes become a snow sculpture at the bottom of the cave, and sometimes into an ice cube in the cold palace lake.

The Frost Dragon's breath was the coldest thing in the world, and the sneak attacker's breath, though more filthy, was still a little inferior in that regard.

In a sense, Chen Changsheng was the person who fought against the cold aura the most in this world, whether it was spiritual or physical, his tolerance was far greater than that of normal people, even those powerhouses in the divine realm were not necessarily stronger than him in this regard.

In the eyes of the sneak attacker, Chen Changsheng's body and divine consciousness should have been frozen at this time, and even his thinking should be stopped, let alone counterattacked.

Chen Changsheng was indeed unable to move at this time, but he could still think about it.

As long as he can think, no one can trap him.

In the extremely slow, almost stopping breathing and heartbeat, he thought slightly.

Countless swords poured out of the hidden blade's scabbard!

Countless fierce sword intents shrouded the back garden by the Wenshui River.

Countless sword lights slashed wildly in all directions, starlight shattered, frost grass broke suddenly, countless deep sword marks appeared on the ground, and slightly hard soil splashed everywhere.

The formation in the Dao Hall was finally touched, and a clear light emerged from the eaves of the hall, enveloping the entire Dao Hall and the back garden.

In the countless sword lights, there was a faint snort, and at the same time, a snorting sound sounded, as if something was broken.

The grass kept bulging, as if something was trying to get away from it.

That filthy breath, without a source, Chen Changsheng no longer has the risk of his life, but he can't move for the time being, and it's still dangerous.

The swords flew back and hung around his body, forming an impenetrable sword array that hummed and vibrate.

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Looking at Chen Changsheng standing by the water from a distance, Guan Feibai had already noticed something unusual.

The changes in Chen Changsheng's breathing rate and heartbeat could not be concealed from his Tongming Sword Heart.

Then, he saw the black soil on the grass, and the hand that was strangely holding Chen Changsheng's ankle.

The sword was unsheathed, and he swept over to that side, but his mood was extremely nervous, because he realized that it might be too late.

At this moment, countless sword lights appeared on the grass, and the starlight and frost grass were shattered, forcing the sneak attacker to show his body at the same time.

Looking at the bulge on the grass, Guan Fei's white long sword left his hand and slashed down there.

A white sword light lit up in the night by the Wenshui River.

The starry sky suddenly dimmed a few minutes, the frost grass was gone, and the yellow leaves were broken.