The goose feathers and snow still rose with the wind as usual, and there were people and rain in the sky from time to time, and the old man on the lonely boat did not move, but the invisible silk threads on the bamboo poles seemed to be able to break through the limitations of space and accurately beat those who were about to fall into the lake.

And those who were more lucky, when they appeared, there were snowdrifts under their feet, looking at the crowd flying in the sky, and the screams of pain, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat in the wind and snow.

Those who fell into the snowdrifts rose into the air one by one, and stood all over the white peaks, the cold and biting cold wind was howling, invading their weak bodies, and all eyes were fixed on the lonely boat in the lake at this time, and their eyes were full of horror and horror.

Four hundred and thirty-five people, no more than one and no less, all appeared here.

Less than ten meters from the shore of the lake, there was a cry of pain, and they had not noticed the man's breath until now, and had come to this place before them.

"Who is this person, why is he in the lake, looking at his state at this time, it seems that he is suffering a lot, is there something strange about this lake?"

"I can't see the old man in the lonely boat clearly, there is a mysterious force in his body that is blocking my exploration, remember to be cautious. ”

"All of us are in the same direction, and there is a transparent barrier on the opposite side, could this be the exit of the second level?"

"How do I feel colder and colder, even the possessed Xuan Qi can't stop this cold chill, but there is not a single snowflake in the lake!"

Those who have a heart have already discovered the key point, the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional, but they are not in a hurry to act, but endure the cold while watching the actions of others.

"Sure enough, it was him. Danhong stood in the wind and snow, staring at the figure showing his head in the lake, the cold also invaded his body, but this cold was like a child's tickle to him.

"This kid touched the last prohibition of the Sword Tomb so quickly, looking at his appearance at this time, it must be that this lake is not very peaceful. Zhang Hao also stared at Sikong Haoran in the lake, and then raised his head to look at the old man on the lonely boat, and said thoughtfully.

"It's the sixth junior brother. Long Qianyu recognized the figure in the lake at a glance, and beside him, the three of them also showed concern, Ye Ziying wanted to get out of the enchantment, but was stopped by the second senior brother, "Don't worry, he's fine, this snowstorm is extremely weird, don't leave my side half a step." ”

Everywhere on the white peaks, two figures moved quickly towards the shore of the lake, it was the two brothers Shi Tiandong and Shi Tianshuo, they did not hesitate at all, stepped into the water and walked in the direction where Sikong Haoran was.

"Haoran, how are you!"

"Haoran, we didn't find you outside, it turns out that you have come to this place a long time ago. ”

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, two fish quickly pierced through their bodies, and then let out a painful roar.

Sikong Haoran comprehended the remaining sword intent in his body, and just wanted to remind them to be careful, the invisible sword intent launched an attack at the first time, "This lake is now full of sword intent, you must guard your mind, and then comprehend the remaining sword intent in your body, and use it to cross this lake, cross that gate, and pass the second level." ”

"Smack!"

Immediately, Sikong Haoran's soul power spread in all directions, wanting to remind his senior brother and sister and Qing Yu to be careful, but before his soul power could pass through the lake, the old man's bamboo pole shook, ignoring the resistance and emptiness of the lake

The invisible silk thread whipped on his body, and the fish that were shuttling quickly appeared beside the three of them.

"Ahh

Shi Tianshuo, Shi Tiandong let out a painful scream, his whole body was trembling, the haze just now had not dissipated, and the ensuing pain made their whole faces twist together.

Sikong Haoran cursed the old man in his heart, he didn't make a sound, but his tightly pursed lips overflowed a little bright red, staying in the lake for so long, he finally figured out a rule, he can't rise in the air, can't retreat, can only move forward, at this moment there is one more, can't interfere with others.

The wind and snow did not abate because of their cold and pain, but the ubiquitous cold wind raged more violently.

The figures standing all over the snow-capped peaks, some of them couldn't stand the invasion of the cold air, and they used the last trace of Xuan Qi to shatter the sword seal, and some of the people with low strength had their blood frozen all over their bodies and turned into a humanoid ice sculpture, and these things were playing out one after another all over the peaks.

Fear filled their bodies and minds, and then spread in the depths of their souls, and those who were still hesitating used the Xuan Qi in their bodies one after another, and resolutely rushed into the lake.

In the process of entering the lake from the mountain peak, you can see the humanoid ice sculptures standing vividly in the snow, those who walk side by side, in the blink of an eye, lost their trace, a moment of hesitation and wait-and-see, buried the last life and hope of escape.

From the moment they entered the lake, the voice that had appeared in Sikong Haoran's ears also echoed in the hearts of each of them.

The pain in their bodies disappeared the moment they touched the lake, and before they could recover from the shadow of death, they were shattered again by a scream of pain.

That's right, they were attacked by sword intent, this sword intent was different from what they felt in the Sword Tower Trial, but it could magnify the fear in their hearts thousands of times, leading to the deepest nightmares in their hearts, and even the demons in their hearts.

What is miserable, what is pain, what is despair, scenes that they do not want to think about again, do not want to remember again, do not want to open again, play out in their minds, the reason why there are so many swords and dry bones in this lake, is those who have sunk in fear and nightmares.

Once something happens, it will cause a chain reaction, and even affect the people and things around them, not so much because of the disaster of the fish pond, but because their willpower is not strong enough.

If you want to go to a higher mountain and gain great power, you must overcome your inner fears and face the nightmares and demons hidden in your heart, if you can't overcome and face them, they will further eat away and parasitize this body until it is completely devoured.

The old man on the lonely boat stroked his beard lightly and sat and watched the fishing, no matter how miserable the screams were, how hoarse the sound was, as if all this had nothing to do with him, the snow in the sky was still as rapid as ever, and the cold wind was also running rapidly, as if cheering, as if sympathizing.

Sikong Haoran sent out his soul thoughts in the direction where the second senior brother Long Qianyu was, signaling them to rest assured that they were fine, and when they saw Ye Ziying muttering red lips, a smile appeared on her face, as if telling her to listen to the words of the senior brother and sister.

Then a soul sound wave was transmitted in the direction where Qing Yu was, and sure enough, he didn't pay attention to him, and he didn't even respond.

At this moment, several soul forces swept in the direction where he was, with hostility, worry, exploration, and killing intent, Sikong Haoran laughed and ignored it, didn't take it to heart, and jumped off the beam

Even if the clowns get together, it's a rabble.

The Sword Sect can make him fearful, there is no one else in the younger generation, if the means are exhausted, it is not known who will kill the deer.

This lake, which is 100 zhang wide and 500 zhang long, can be said to be easy to walk over at ordinary times, but the unexpected and unguardable sword intent in the lake, as well as the consequences caused by the sword intent, are like millions of steel needles standing in the lake, and every step you take will make you taste the sharp pain of the cone piercing.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that once the person next to him can't hold on and is controlled by fear, the roar and roar will affect the other people around him, so to speak, if he is not killed by fear, he must be killed by the people around him.

"You two don't leave my twenty-meter range, there are a lot of people around us, and there are many people who want our lives, so if you understand the sword intent in this lake, you will get twice the result with half the effort in your future cultivation." Sikong Haoran's soul voice appeared in Shi Tianshuo and Shi Tiandong's minds, and then they nodded to each other and walked towards the depths step by step.

The further he went inside, the deeper the water level became, and Sikong Haoran controlled himself with his Xuan Qi, floating in the water like a feather, neither losing his balance nor letting himself sink underwater.

As time passed, some people smashed the sword mark and were teleported out of the sword grave, some people were eaten by fear and nightmares and fell to the bottom of the lake, and some people became crazy because they were disturbed by the people next to them, and were seized by others and shattered the sword mark.

Everything you can imagine is happening in this eerie lake.

"It's already a hundred zhang deeper, and the sword intent here is getting more and more domineering, but it's not enough to make it difficult for me to move an inch. "The Soul Refining Ding bloomed with a brilliant golden light in the sea of souls, and Sikong Haoran would be awakened immediately as long as there was a moment of trance.

The two soul forces carrying the breath of the Soul Refining Ding, the moment they approached the two Shi Tianshuo brothers, as expected, they were hit by the invisible silk thread on their bodies again, and his body was also pushed out ten zhang away, and a trace of blood overflowed from his lips again.

"Help others, and be punished by a hundred swords piercing the heart. The old man's indifferent voice once again entered Sikong Haoran's soul ocean.

Not as lucky as last time, and without giving him any time to prepare, a large number of sword intent fish kept surging rapidly from all directions, surrounding him, releasing terrifying sword intent, and then quickly burrowed into his heart like a long whale sucking water.

If anyone can dive into the lake, they will definitely see this spectacular scene, one after another fish lined up, connected into a fishing line, passing through Sikong Haoran's heart.

The torrent of violent sword intent is faster than a shower, more turbulent than a wave, and the heart-rending pain in the real sense sweeps through the whole body, if a sword intent can trigger tens of millions of times the fear, then the fear caused by the torrent of hundreds of sword intent, what kind of degree has it reached, the liver and intestines are broken, the pain is not wanting to live, or begging for death!

If others were tortured by it, they would be eaten away by fear in an instant, but fortunately, there was a mystery of life and death in his heart, and he realized that the ultimate of life is death, and the ultimate of death is new life, silently running, repairing the damage in the heart.

The residual sword intent in his body, the pain still made Sikong Haoran die of pain, he lost his balance, and gradually sank to the bottom of the lake, lying in countless dry bones and sword weapons.

"This breath is so familiar. The old man on the lonely boat suddenly opened his cloudy eyes and stared at the direction in which Sikong Haoran disappeared.