"Thank you!"

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, everyone thanked them one after another. If it weren't for his proposal, I don't know how long it would have been wasted.

The old man took the spirit boat and took a pill, it seems that the consumption of this control is really not small.

I thought that I could take the spirit boat all the time, and I could save most of the time, but in the process of sliding down the mountain all the way, I was almost blown over by the gang wind a few times, if it wasn't for the ice shield of Long Miao Palace blocking most of the power, and the old man spent a lot of effort to stabilize the spirit boat, everyone must have jumped down.

Such a thrilling scene made everyone worry a few times, and the old man couldn't bear the intense mana consumption, so everyone was naturally embarrassed to stay on the spirit boat when they arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"With the help of Long Miao Palace, it's so difficult, and it's the easiest hall!" Liangchen couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Brother Chilin, I don't know why the ice storm area that the patriarch said earlier didn't appear on the top of the mountain?" After being saved by the man, Liangchen had a good impression of him, plus he inherited the affinity and character of his father, the patriarch of Yanyang, and the two had some exchanges along the way, and now they are half friends.

"I don't know about this, but when I came here, I heard my father say that there are often ice explosions on icebergs, and we are lucky that we didn't encounter them. Chiling replied in a low voice.

The voices of the two were not loud, but everyone gathered under the Lin Jing curtain and could hear it.

The Heaven-Swallowing Patriarch who was walking in front also heard the discussion between the two, and explained: "In the usual records, the ice explosion area does not appear every time, if the next snow-capped mountain is still not there, then we are lucky!"

"Hopefully, good luck will come all the time. Liangchen listened to the explanation with a hint of abruptness on his face, and prayed in a low voice.

"I don't know if good luck will come to you, but the glacier is just around the corner, and it's another hurdle you're going to face. The Heaven-Swallowing Patriarch looked ahead with a solemn look on his face.

Liangchen looked forward when he heard the sound, but when he saw it, he found that the snowflakes in the sky had decreased a lot, and he could already see a wide ice stretching forward.

"The strongest wind in this ice and snow extreme cold is the top of the mountain, and the coldest place is this glacier. Although there is the shield of Long Miao Palace to resist most of the power, but for your current realm, this extreme cold is not something you can bear!"

"The Qiankun Bell that was given to you earlier not only has the power of shield, but also the power of bell fire, which was prepared for you for this array, but unfortunately it was cut by a sword. ”

"This will only give you another treasure. It seemed that thinking of the Qiankun Bell, the Swallowing Heaven Patriarch had a trace of distress on his face, and took out a pair of boots as he spoke.

The boots are pale silver, and a pair of round silver silkworms are tattooed on the boots, which looks a little cute and cute, and a few small red beads on the boots form a delicate formation.

Liangchen stretched out his hand to take it, and before he could get it, a stream of heat came from his boots.

"This treasure is called silver silkworm boots, which are woven from the red fire silver silkworms in the desert, and are inlaid with fire beads. Although it is a little lower than the Qiankun Bell grade, it should be able to help you survive this glacier. The Heaven-Swallowing Patriarch handed him the boots and introduced them.

"Red Fire Silver Silkworm!"

"Legend has it that this silkworm is extremely rare, it must appear in an extremely hot place, and it only spits out a silk a year, so I don't know how many silver threads are enough for such a pair of boots!"

Nearby, there were monks who knew this treasure and were amazed.

"Thank you, patriarch!" put on the boots, Liangchen only felt a warm current from the soles of his feet, and his body gradually warmed up, no longer as stiff and paralyzed as before.

"Let's go. The Heaven-Swallowing Patriarch led the way.

The farther you go, the fewer snowflakes fall from the sky, and I don't know if it's because the clouds have dispersed and the snow has stopped, or because it's too cold here.

The wind roaring from the sky became even more violent, although there was a light curtain blocking most of the wind, but even a few traces of cold wind leaked in made Liangchen shiver again and again.

Walking on the ice, not to mention that it is difficult to walk an inch, but it is also extremely difficult, and everyone is more cautious.

The further you entered, the more pressing the cold air became, and I saw wisps of cold air visible to the naked eye rising on the ice.

This crystal curtain has a great effect on resisting the snowflakes and winds in the sky, but it has no obvious effect on the cold air coming out of the feet.

However, everyone showed their magic weapons, and the temperature in the crystal curtain could still withstand it, and there were silver silkworm boots under Liangchen's feet, but they could barely resist it.

"Fortunately, there is the shield of the Dragon Miao Palace, otherwise you have to resist the Gangfeng on the top, and you have to resist the cold of the glacier below, I'm afraid that this glacier will almost consume your physical strength, not to mention that there is an iceberg standing in the distance!"

Everyone looked at the man who was standing in the middle of the crowd and kept spitting cold air on the crystal shield, and only then did they understand why the patriarchs of the several clans and those monks agreed to give him a place in unison.

After the two pillars of incense, the cold air on the ice has condensed into a cloud of mist, and it will be blown by the wind as soon as it floats up.

Everyone plunged into the fog, only to feel that the cold air was overwhelming from all directions, and the fire light emitted by the fire beads and fire sparrows in people's hands seemed to be splashed with cold water, leaving only a flame the size of a bean, exuding a little ghostly light, and those fire armor magic weapons were also dimmed by the cold, I don't know how hot it was.

In this way, several people with low realms suddenly felt that the pressure increased dramatically, and even the exhaled breath became cold.

In the array, except for the young man with the lowest Liangchen realm, the situation is even worse!

At this time, his hair was covered with ice chips, his eyebrows were covered with frost, his lips were bruised, and his teeth trembled slightly.

"This person should be alone, and he dares to break into this place, I don't know if he has something to rely on, or if he is bold!"

Even with the silver silkworm boots, Liangchen felt a little struggling at this time, and his hands and feet became cold again, not to mention those who were unprepared.

"At a young age, why bother to die!"

A voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, the voice was not loud, but everyone was in a hurry, and this sentence seemed a little abrupt.

"Alas~"

Everyone didn't say anything when they heard this, and some people sighed, as if they thought the same.

The young man listened to it as if he had not heard, and he did not know whether he was only concerned with resisting the cold and could not argue, or whether he did not dare to argue at all.

"However, if this person can survive to this third hall, it will definitely not be a simple luck, maybe he can really break into the eighth hall!" Liangchen couldn't help but look at him a few more times, took a pill to replenish his strength, and continued to walk forward in the fog.

The wind was hunting, the cold was raging, the fog was rolling, and everyone was buried in the front.

Outside the high walls of the holy city, a green-haired old man and a white-haired mother-in-law appeared, who were the King of Mobei and the King of Dongling who had been sought for thousands of miles.

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