The air is fluctuating, oscillating.

Crash!!

An incomparably strong cold air rushed out of Garon's body, and in turn froze and shattered the ice covering his feet. The cold air was pure white, without a trace of impurities, just covering the past, and frantically covering all the soul seeds in the hall along the floor carved with mysterious lines.

"Everything is withering!"

Garon spread his hands. The terrifying white cold air accelerated and spread in all directions, and everywhere it went, it began to completely stand still, and was frozen into the white pure ice.

Layers of rippling ice crystals cascaded at Garon's feet, quickly spreading across the hall.

The hall is decaying, the original ice is shattering, it is being infected, and it is rapidly changing from the original ice blue to pure white. That's a higher level of pure ice crystals.

"What kind of chill is this!??"

Illusory shadows, tall and short, appeared on each soul seed, these shadows were male and female, each with a powerful chill of extreme fear, if ordinary people came, just by looking at it, even the soul might be completely frozen to death.

They are the ancestors of the Chixue Sect for countless years, who have either died in battle or are dying, and they all have one thing in common, that is, they have all cultivated Chixue Gong to an extremely high level.

"This is, Patriarch!!" Garon's heart was shocked, and the violent cold withered and shuddered suddenly, and he stopped for a while.

The white cold air and the blue and white cold air in the hall froze into two ice and snow worlds, and the souls of Garon and dozens of ancestors seemed to be in two different spaces.

"I can't imagine that there will be a disciple in the future who can cultivate such a pure final cold qi"

A female patriarch said in a low and solemn voice.

"How many years have we waited"

"I can't remember, a hundred years. Millennium, two millennia and perhaps longer. ”

"But haven't we waited after all?" Among the dozens of figures, a black shadow with the most terrifying and intense cold air quietly emerged.

"When our souls are about to dry up. Fate sent a body of ice so pure. ”

Garon's eyes stared at the figure slightly, the man was completely black, only a pair of eyes glowed with ice blue fluorescence, and he couldn't see the face, and he couldn't see anything else.

"The First Ancestor?!"

"The body of ice that has never been seen before is so pure, so pure," the figure exclaimed.

"Such a chill. Cheng Dù, who has surpassed Chixue Gong!" a tall and thin patriarch said in a low voice.

"Guys, haven't you made up your mind yet?" the First Ancestor said in a deep voice.

The hall was silent.

After a long time, a handsome male ancestor smiled and spoke.

"I was forced to wait forever because I couldn't see hope. When it comes time to really see the opportunity, it suffers from gains and losses. ”

"yes, isn't that exactly what we've been waiting for? The other laughed.

"Patriarchs!" Garon began.

"We are not patriarchs. We are just the condensed beliefs of the last vestiges of their will. The dark shadow in the center replied lightly. "If it weren't for your pure cold to reactivate us. Maybe in a few hundred years, we will disappear into history completely, and no one will find out that we ever existed. ”

Garon took a deep breath and left his will in the soul seed to survive for thousands of years, such a result is also acceptable, this is the magic of the ancient Yinduo, their research on the soul has reached the peak.

"This world, because I have not reached the so-called realm of plates. So in the end, I didn't get into the Perpetual Mover until I died, but I'm not reconciled!!" The First Ancestor's voice was low and full of unwillingness.

"I'm the strongest genius ever created by the Red Snow Sect. I traveled through the world and followed the mother river to come here, but I couldn't even break through to the Perpetual Mover's level!"

"Even if I don't comprehend the disk, then what!? my secret martial arts legion level, the demon king level is no less than the permanent mover!" the first ancestor said in a deep voice, "So, I'm not reconciled." Even if he dies in the end, he will condense all his essence and spirit into a soul seed, waiting for another opportunity. ”

Garon had already heard the origin of the other party at this time, it was indeed the original ancestor, the secret martial arts master who founded the Chixue faction, and the other party was surprisingly similar to him, they all drifted into this world along the mother river, but his luck was a little worse after all, without Garon's strong talent ability, there was no way to see the general trend, and there was no way to shuttle several worlds in a row. Can only be passively rafted.

"Now, I finally see hope. The First Ancestor looked at Garon with a look of hope. "Are you suing me, Legion-level, really weaker than Perpetual Mover?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and all the souls' eyes fell on Garon.

Garon looked around, but saw the same apprehensive, tired, hopeful eyes, they had been waiting for this answer for too long, too long. It was a belief in the supremacy of the secret force, a pious, firm belief!

He was also a secret martial artist, Garon also had such a firm will and belief, he had wavered, but when he achieved the eighth layer of the Cold Domain Peacock Skill, this vacillation was completely eliminated.

But these people are different, these ancestors are different from him, their conditions are far inferior to their own, but they can still hold on for so many years.

Regardless of position or personality, just for this glimmer of thousands of years of perseverance, such a will is enough to hold oneself with the highest respect.

"To be honest, I don't know which side is stronger, Miwu or Mecha. He spoke slowly. Looking at the increasingly gloomy gaze around him, he suddenly changed his words.

"But I'll try it myself, and what you can't see, I might be able to see. ”

The hall was peaceful, and the eyes that had been a little disappointed were once again filled with new hope.

"I'm going to be the strongest Ice Warrior ever, in this world. There is no one!" Garon stretched out his hand, and the incomparably dead cold air continued to swirl in his palm, and a trace of the pure chill of the Cold Domain Peacock Gong frantically gathered. A little white ice crystal formed in the palm of his hand.

"If it were you, maybe it might be possible," the first ancestor whispered.

The cold wind continued to howl and swirl in the hall, and everyone fell silent for a while.

Maybe half an hour. Maybe an hour, maybe more. Finally, the First Ancestor spoke again.

"You're here to comprehend the pure cold realm of us."

He looked around.

"Aren't you still unable to let go?"

"Can't let go, how is it possible?!" a tall female patriarch laughed, "Isn't this what I've been waiting for all along?

She suddenly turned around, and actually turned into a dark blue cold silk thread, and rushed directly towards Garon. Circling around him spun rapidly.

"Even Anne is willing to give up, how can we be left behind!" the second patriarch collapsed, turning into a blue thread and rushing towards Garon.

"Take our one qiē. Go ahead and perfect the Chixue Gong to the highest height ever!!" The third patriarch turned into silk threads.

"Our will, our faith, take all the things in the world, and we can't escape the meaning of withering. ”

"You. will be the strongest!!freeze a qiē"

Silk threads converge frantically. Rotate around Garon at high speed.

The strong black shadow standing in the center stretched out his hand, facing Garon's palms in the distance.

"Inherit the will of all of us and freeze the one that stands in your way. It's a pity I can't see it."

Disheveled!

With a soft sound, he also completely turned into a blue line and merged into a large torrent of cold air, circling around Garon rapidly.

"Go, go and become the strongest man of our time!!"

The last voice of the First Ancestor slowly echoed through the hall.

A large number of blue silk threads swirled around Garon, like delicate tulle, and more like an invisible blue cloud.

A massive amount of pure cold energy surged wildly towards Garon, surging at the same time. There is also a large amount of experience in the practice of the ancestors of the past generations who have used the practice of Chixue Gong.

Garon understands that the will of the soul seed that stays here. It was originally left over to wait for this moment.

I didn't expect that just the first time I entered here, it would actually trigger such an unexpected huge inheritance, and the essence of all the ancestors in the history of the Chixue Sect was all integrated into his body at a high speed.

A variety of different attributes of the cold chill continue to merge into the withering and dead peacock chill, with the highest belief in the secret martial arts, all the chill is unconditionally willing to surrender to the dead silence and blend into it.

A layer of delicate armor as white as jade slowly covered the surface of Garon's body, head, chest, arms, lower body and legs, and the delicate and delicate ice armor arched two horns from the waist forward, like a belt around Garon's waist.

A white aura appeared behind Garon's head, it was the condensed product of the spiritual power of all the ancestor soul species, and it represented the strongest power of this armor.

The chill of death became stronger and stronger, and the level of Chixue Gong also began to improve again under the increase of this armor.

The fifteenth floor slowly broke through the sixteenth and seventeenth floors, and the eighteenth floor!!

The last three layers were completely broken through in this short period of time, and the last three layers were mainly to improve the texture of the cold air, and Garon's own cold temperament was very high, coupled with the infusion of soul seed experience in the armor of the ancestors of the past dynasties, it directly raised his comprehension of the cold to an extreme.

Such a breakthrough is not surprising.

The eighteenth layer represents the extreme of Chixue Gong, and the entire Chixue Gong only has eighteen layers, which is the corresponding ninth-level capable mechanic.

"I didn't expect there to be such martyrs in this world!" Garon quietly looked at the completely shattered Yiqiqi in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and performed the etiquette of a secret warrior very solemnly.

"I will do what you want. ”

The armor on his body suddenly turned into white light, disappeared at the center of his eyebrows, and condensed into a V-shaped white pattern. The aura on his body also recovered to the point that he did not fall down, and then he turned around and left slowly.

The Ice Hell will disappear forever from today. (To be continued......)