In order to prepare for the trip to the Cold Ice Lake, He Ping got up earlier, the sun had just risen, and he had already finished cleaning the square.

He Ping blessed himself with the Wind Walking Technique, walked down the mountain quickly, and rushed towards the cold ice lake.

Even though he had already used his fastest speed, by the time he reached the shore of the Cold Ice Lake, it was already past noon, thanks to He Ping's unremitting alchemy and extremely high speed talent. For an ordinary low-level monk, it is estimated that it will take at least a day to travel from the Golden Sword Peak Square to the Cold Ice Lake.

He Ping was sweating profusely, sitting on a boulder the size of a millstone by the lake, snorting and panting.

He took out the water bag, poured a meal of cold water with a bang, then took out the dry food, broke it, and put it into his mouth little by little.

To be honest, he had no appetite at all, but he insisted on eating the dry food. He requires himself that he must eat enough at every meal, and the path of cultivation cannot be delayed for a moment, especially for people like him who have a "defying the sky" spiritual root, the original cultivation is a turtle speed, and because of poor conditioning of the body, serious illness, the future will be even more bleak.

He Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully observed the cold ice lake.

The lake is very large, the place where He Ping is located, it should be five or six kilometers away from the opposite side, the lake surface is irregular oval, and the long axis is about ten kilometers.

The surface of the water is calm and waveless, like a turquoise jewel.

The water around the lake is shallow and crystal clear. He Ping took off his clothes and stepped into the lake with one foot. The biting cold came from the soles of his feet, and he shivered. Although there is no ice to be seen, the temperature here should not be much higher than freezing.

The temperature of the icy lake water was a bit difficult for them, the disciples of the Qi cultivation period. It's hard for everyone to get into the water, let alone dive down to find something.

In the early stage of Qi cultivation, there was not much difference between a monk and a mortal, the improvement of the physical body was limited, and the spells were not very powerful. It's not until the middle stage of Qi cultivation that he looks like an immortal, and if you want to really break it, you have to at least be in the late stage of Qi training, right? At least then you can fly with a weapon.

For this mission, He Ping made some small preparations. He pulled out a small diving goggle from his storage bag, which he had modified with his own glasses. When he goes to work, He Ping needs to wear myopia glasses, although it is only more than 100 degrees. The doctor said that wearing glasses could stop the myopia from rising, so he kept wearing them. After coming to this world, he took off his glasses, because he felt that he could see more clearly when he took them off. He knew that his myopia should be better.

He Ping's nearsighted goggles had been thrown in a storage bag, and he made a diving goggle out of lenses and animal skins.

Although he felt that it was cold and biting, He Ping did not hesitate and dived into the water.

Wow, the sourness of this can't be compared to outsiders. He Ping felt that he woke up like a big dream, and he was extremely energetic all of a sudden.

He Ping swam to the bottom of the lake, his fingers picking away the silt. The white mud spreads out, and the surroundings become cloudy, and nothing can be seen. He Ping was going to wear diving goggles and carefully look for the ice mussels in the mud, but it seemed that he couldn't do it, so he had to grope in the mud with his hands.

It was all soft mud, and He Ping held his breath and turned over a large piece of soil in the water. There was nothing in the dirt, not even a hard thing.

He Ping rose to the surface of the water and breathed heavily. Could it be that he dug too shallowly? He Ping took a sharp breath and dived into the water again. This time he dug deeper, but there was nothing. After digging for a long time, I finally touched a round thing. He wiped the mud off and put it in front of him, which was just a small pebble, gray.

So bad luck, no harvest for so long!

He Ping knew that he had always been unlucky, so let's dig deeper. The temperature in the depths of the water was even lower, and at this time, He Ping found that his body refining exercises were actually running automatically. This kind of exercise brought him a lot of surprises, he could absorb the thunder, and he could even absorb a little bit of the power of ice.

He Ping was digging in the mud while running the body refining exercises, and this time his luck was not bad, he quickly dug up a cold ice mussel. This thing is almost transparent, holding it in your hand, you can only see thin filaments, which should be the blood vessels in its flesh. Inside the water, its hard shells are completely invisible, and can only be shaped.

With the first one, it was easy to say, He Ping continued to grope in the water, and one by one the cold ice mussels were dug out of the mud by him and thrown into the storage bag.

The strangeness of the storage bag surprised He Ping again, the last time it was hit by the fire bomb technique, it was unscathed, this time it was used in the water, and it couldn't get into the water, good thing!

Forty-five, forty-six, fifty ice mussels are about to be gathered by him, He Ping smiled with a smile on his face, how much time is this, five spirit stones are about to arrive, if only the spirit stones were so easy to earn.

When he returned to the water for ventilation, He Ping found that it was already far from the shore. The bottom of this icy lake is relatively flat and does not deepen suddenly. Even after swimming this far, the depth of the lake was not a challenge for him.

He Ping suddenly thought of something, took out the small green sword, and quietly blessed the wood poison spell. It's not that he's too careful, it's his bad luck that makes him a little uneasy.

Just now, I was only concerned about finishing the task, and I was negligent, and I should be ready for battle as soon as I got out of the water. Fortunately, I didn't encounter any danger just now, which is not bad.

He Ping dived underwater with a sword. Holding a sword in your hand is not easy to dig. When digging with your hands, your fingers are like hooks, and you can hook a large piece of soil at once. His hand holding the sword could only be picked with the tip of the sword, and the effect was very bad, so He Ping had to continue digging with his empty hand.

Digging out three more ice mussels one after another, He Ping dug up another piece of soil, and when he groped with his hands, something seemed to slip on his calf, soft and very comfortable.

He Ping reacted very quickly, his legs were retracted, his body turned upside down suddenly, and there was nothing behind him.

He was motionless, his mental strength was extremely concentrated, and he felt everything around him.

The underwater mud slowly dispersed, and there was still nothing around, He Ping became even more nervous, and swam to the shore without looking back.

The unknown is scary, and of course he is not afraid of ghosts. For monks, the so-called ghosts should be considered pitiful beings, and a small spell is enough for them to drink a pot.

The technique of confusion that the ghosts are good at is almost ineffective for cultivators, because every time everyone ascends, it is accompanied by soul condensation. The stronger the soul becomes, the higher its resistance to the art of confusion will be.

By the time of foundation building, the monk can already control his soul out of his body, which is also a sign of a strong soul. Of course, no one will do this, and they will have to find their own death. Because many spells can act on the soul, without the protection of the body, the soul is like a weak chicken.

When a monk's body is destroyed, he can let his soul find a new body, destroy the soul of that body, and gain absolute control, which is called seizure.

When he first learned this, He Ping felt a chill down his spine. These little friars are too fragile to be easily obliterated and robbed of their bodies.

What surprised him even more was that he now knew that the seizure was not something that could only be done once in a lifetime as the e-book said, but theoretically it could be done countless times, countless times!

Hehe, thinking a little too much. No matter what it was just now, let's get enough ice mussels first, and then we'll finish the task.

He Ping sank to the bottom of the water, and with his left hand in the mud, he actually caught three hard things at a time. He had already caught so many ice mussels, and he was already very familiar with their touch, so he didn't need to look at them, these were three more. Now it's fifty-one, which is enough for the number of tasks.

The slippery touch came again, this time not the calves, but the back. He Ping lunged forward and slashed backwards with his sword. The sword did not show any fluctuations, and quickly slashed through the water.

He Ping swam five or six meters away and looked back. There was nothing in the water but the mud he had made. The neighborhood is flat and there is no place to hide at all.

What is this? Can it be invisible? He Ping slowly retreated to the shore.

At this time, you can't panic, if the other party is particularly strong, not angering the other party is the best strategy. Although He Ping's speed is fast enough, it is on land, and the bottom of the water will be a different situation.

He Ping's feet suddenly tightened, and something wrapped around his ankle. He Ping slashed horizontally with his small sword, the tip of the sword seemed to move something, and with a soft sound, the ankle thing loosened, but He Ping still didn't see anything.

He Ping continued to retreat, this thing should not be very strong, the only advantage is that it can be invisible. As long as he can retreat to the shore, he has nothing to fear, and he believes that he can blow the opponent off with just two fists.

He Ping had to go to the surface of the water to breathe, he gently kicked the bottom of the lake, and his body rose upward. He Ping didn't do this quickly, he didn't want the other party to be alert.

He Ping's head sticked out of the water, opened his mouth, and just took a half-breath, his body sank down sharply, and quickly rushed towards the center of the lake.

Something wrapped around his hands, feet, and neck, pulling him hard towards the middle of the lake.

He Ping's body shrank, his hands and feet were almost together, and then his wrist turned, and the sneering sound continued, one foot, hands and the thing tied around his neck were cut off, and the restraints on his body were dissolved.

He Ping deliberately left something on one foot, and he reached out to grab it. The thing wrapped around his ankle suddenly loosened, and He Ping grabbed it. However, He Ping finally discovered the clue, although this thing is invisible, as long as it moves, it will drive the flow of water. He could have relied on the current to find the other party's traces.

He Ping kicked violently under his feet, the sword stabbed sharply, and with a soft snort, the sword slashed across a mass of things again.

This time it only scratched the edge of the thing, but unfortunately it didn't hit the point. He Ping was about to continue the chase in the direction of the current, when there was a violent stirring at the bottom of the lake, and the silt rolled up, and the surroundings were dim, and nothing could be seen.

He Ping refused to stop, and stabbed his sword at the place where the mud was stirred just now, but this time nothing was stabbed.

In the distance, near the center of the lake, there was the sound of water churning, and as it faded away, the thing seemed to have fled.

He Ping returned to the place where he had been attacked just now, and found four white translucent tentacles in the mud, with suction cups on the antennae.

It seems that his judgment in his heart is correct, this is an octopus that can be invisible, in addition to the ability to be invisible, it has some strength, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Let the octopus run away, He Ping didn't feel any regrets, he was not a person who loved to kill, and he was not a mission item, he had no interest in killing this guy, if it wasn't for the other party attacking him, he wouldn't have been too lazy to do it.

Slowly walking to the shore, He Ping realized that his body had become red at this moment, and the temperature of the lake was too low, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, and he even felt that the alchemy seemed to have changed a little, and it seemed that this was a good place for body refining.