"Hahahaha, it's really worthy of its name, good things, good things!" Qingyun didn't seem to care about Pan Heng's life at all, and held the "Tianlu Heart Sutra" in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, extremely focused and serious.

Pan Heng knew that Qingyun didn't seem to care about him, but as long as a master of his level moved a little, he would definitely not be able to escape Qingyun's perception, so he simply sat still, staring at the broken book and examining it carefully, trying to find something.

This old guy looked at it for three days and three nights, and the whole person was even so focused that he forgot about the Yuan Force body, and was turned into an ice sculpture by the wind and snow, Pan Heng naturally knew that this old guy was not dead, and he really couldn't understand anything, so he sat cross-legged under boredom, and silently used the internal strength of the "Nine Death Sword Technique".

However, the rich and active cold power of heaven and earth was snatched by Pan Heng's extremely domineering force, converging into streams from all directions, crazy like Pan Heng's body.

Feeling the Extremely Cold Sword Fetus that was growing wildly every moment, Pan Heng was overjoyed, this was just the boundary monument of the Extremely Cold Ice Field, if he went deep into the hinterland, if he was lucky, he would find a Spirit Vein Cave Heaven, what would it look like to absorb the power of the Extreme Cold.

"Click!"

I don't know how long it took, the clouds on the boundary monument woke up slowly, and the ice crystals covering his body also shattered.

"Whew!"

Qingyun let out a long breath, his eyes were shining, he looked up at the starry sky, and said to himself: "Hey, the wonder of heaven and earth, the size of the universe, I really sit in a well and watch the sky." ”

"Hey, such a strong vitality fluctuation, such a strong physique talent, such a strong martial arts technique!" Qingyun is a peerless master who has condensed more than 100 mysteries, and he can see at a glance that Pan Heng is extraordinary.

At this moment, at a height of thousands of meters above Pan Heng's head, a crystal blue dense fog of hundreds of meters converged between heaven and earth, and the entire dense fog was in the shape of a funnel, and the tip of the funnel went straight into Pan Heng's Baihui acupoint.

What's even more terrifying is that with Panheng as the center, a radius of thousands of kilometers is wrapped in thick ice crystals, and there is not a single fierce beast present.

"This is the spiritual mist formed by the transition and condensation of the Extreme Cold Yuan Force, what kind of exercises did that old boy of the Sword God teach the guy, why is he so perverted?" Qingyun muttered to himself, shocked.

Even if this level of extreme cold yuan power is as strong as Qingyun, he doesn't dare to absorb it rashly, otherwise he will have to work hard to get rid of that terrifying extreme cold power, otherwise once the meridian dantian is frozen, it will be difficult to recover.

"The Sword God is really from generation to generation, but this stupid boy doesn't have enough brains, and he can't tell whether he is an enemy or a friend, and he actually dares to cultivate here, if Lao Tzu takes advantage of the danger of others and kills you with one palm, his great talent will be finished, hum, what a stupid man!" Qingyun shook his head and scolded.

"Buzz!"

As soon as Qingyun closed his hands, his palms immediately became golden, and then he pushed at Pan Heng's feet, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Eight Golden Locks!"

A lifelike golden lock appeared under Pan Heng's buttocks sitting cross-legged, emitting a dazzling golden light.

"Boy, so that you know that people are sinister and have a long memory, hahahaha!" After Qingyun finished speaking, his body shone with golden light, soaring straight into the sky, bursting an umbrella-shaped sound barrier cloud, and then breaking through the sky.

More than a month has passed, and the extremely cold sword fetus in the Panheng Dantian has skyrocketed to the size of a quail egg, crystal clear, and one of the blue crystal small swords slowly swims away, which is extremely wonderful.

A feeling of fullness and hunger woke Pan Heng up from his cultivation, and when he looked up, the ice and snow melted, and this side of the world seemed to be cold and warm, and it was spring.

Looking around, even the terrifying master Qingyun on the boundary monument was nowhere to be found, looking up, a huge hole was broken in the sky, and the endless ice clouds around him slowly closed, and a trace of cold wind and snowflakes gradually appeared.

I see!

Pan Heng suddenly came to his senses, when he was in the artificial ultra-low temperature cold storage of the No. 9 base, it was because he was too domineering in absorbing the extreme cold yuan power, which caused the temperature to rise and the energy consumption was too fast, so he had to be interrupted by the staff to practice.

This time it was even more exaggerated, his cultivation was too selfless, and he had an incomparably powerful physical body and exercises, but he was extremely lacking in a large amount of extreme cold power.

At this moment, when you let go of your body and mind, it is like a long drought and a rainy day, frantically grabbing the extremely cold yuan power between heaven and earth and incorporating it into your body, and all of them will absorb too quickly and too much, causing the miracle of heaven and earth yuan power to accumulate and converge into fog.

After figuring it out, Pan Heng couldn't help but be eager to try, and pointed like a sword, lightly.

A white-blue light flashed, and it was in the middle of the boundary monument.

In an instant, the boundary monument was draped in a layer of crystal blue transparent ice armor, standing in front of Pan Heng and shining brightly.

Since then, countless strong people and descendants who have come here to experience the experience have all stopped to pay their respects and pray that the strong man blessed him with a safe and smooth return.

Pan Heng was very satisfied with the power of the Extremely Cold Sword Qi, which was several times stronger than before, but then his heart sank, thinking back to the mysterious peerless powerhouse Qingyun, he was still much worse.

The road of cultivation cannot be stopped, the extremely cold ice field is a line, and the extremely cold sword fetus does not cultivate and vow not to return.

After cleaning up his mood and adjusting his mentality, Pan Heng walked away, but suddenly there was a golden light under his feet, and a huge bronze gold lock appeared under his feet.

"Young Master, the ice cumulus cloud has closed again, and our satellite can't monitor Pan Heng!" Looking at the huge holographic screen, the thick ice cloud that slowly closed, Pan Heng's influence disappeared again.

A handsome and elegant young man clenched his fist hard, and the metal chair beside him instantly split apart, causing the surrounding staff to retreat one after another, frightened.

"What are you worried about, that old guy Qingyun won't ruin your good deeds, he will be enlightened for at least ten years after taking that thing, and he won't jump out to make trouble. It turned out that this young man was Zhao Fan, who monitored Pan Heng through military satellites.

And Zhao Fan also has a holographic communication image next to him, listening to the voice, it is a mysterious old man in a black robe covering his face.

"Night Demon, Pan Heng is a personal vendetta, the big things explained above must not be wrong, don't put the cart before the horse!" Zhao Fan said coldly.

The night demon laughed strangely and said, "Unexpectedly, our eldest and youngest also know the severity, hahaha!"

"You!"

Zhao Fan was angry and glared at the night demon.

The night demon didn't care, and continued: "Continue everything is going well, Pan Heng is just an interesting episode unplanned, not to mention him, even if Qingyun dares to make trouble, he won't be able to jump for a few days." ”

"Still can't be careless, what happened to what I asked you to do?" Zhao Fan said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, the night Ji Bayan that I personally trained has all been sent out, not to mention Pan Heng, even if his master sword god is ambushed, don't want to run away easily!" said the night demon with confidence.

"Okay, special case, this is an unplanned commission, those five carts of things must be indispensable to you, but you must be neat, don't leave clues for the sword god to come to the door to kill me!" Zhao Fan said uneasily.

The Night Demon was a little impatient, waved his hand and said, "Relax, when did our commission from Hell House go wrong, let alone a big customer like you, haha!"

"Well, it's good if you know the severity!" Listening to his sworn assurance, Zhao Fan was slightly relieved.