At this time, a river appeared in front of them, but strangely, it seemed that it could freeze for a while at such a low temperature, but the water of this river did not freeze. To go forward, you have to cross this river, and there is no way to fly here, so you have to wade across the river. Yang Mingyang touched the river with his hand and shrank back all of a sudden. The water was so cold that it penetrated the muscles, and it seemed to freeze the bones.

"Go back! It's too cold, I'll just go there alone. Yang Mingyang looked at Duanmu Jiyue, who was shivering from the cold, and said softly.

"You don't have to persuade me, you know that this formation may be very dangerous, and you still come in without hesitation, I can't let you face the danger alone, if you want to die, we will die together, I have no regrets about being able to die with you. Duanmu Jiyue's voice was not loud, but it was not difficult to hear the determination in it, and there was no hint of cringe on her face, but a hint of happiness.

Looking at Duanmu Jiyue's beautiful face, Yang Mingyang suddenly felt a hot current rise in his heart, and this hot current gave Yang Mingyang endless pride. He spread the fire spirit power on the surface of his body, turned around and resolutely stepped into the icy water, this bone-piercing chill did not make him flinch, and then, the other foot also stepped into the river. Before he could come to his senses, Duanmu Jiyue behind him had already followed her into the river. He immediately stretched out his hand and held one of Duanmu Jiyue's hands in his hand, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and walked towards the other side of the river. The river grew deeper and deeper, over the calves, over the waist, and finally to chest-deep, with only their heads and shoulders above the water, and they walked towards the other side of the river. The strong chill immediately enveloped the two of them, and even though they had fire spiritual power to fight the cold, they could still feel the chill cut in the muscles like a knife, scraping on the bones. The incomparable pain raged on the two of them, but the two of them always held hands, and even had a smile on their faces, and walked forward step by step.

Reaching the middle of the river, the seemingly calm surface of the river suddenly became a dark tide, and a huge force pushed the two of them downstream of the river. The two of them immediately controlled their spiritual power, using kung fu similar to the mortal warrior's "Thousand Jin Falling" to make their bodies firmly connected to the riverbed, holding hands, and continuing to walk forward. The more they walked forward, the lower the water temperature, the greater the impact of the water flow, and the two of them resisted the erosion of the cold while controlling their bodies not to be washed away by the current, and their spiritual power was consumed very quickly. There was no other way but to shiver while controlling their steps and moving on. The impact of the current was getting stronger and stronger, and Duanmu Jiyue finally couldn't control herself, and was swept up by the current, floating straight downstream. In this case, if she is swept away by the current, once her spiritual power is exhausted, she will be frozen to death in the water. In order not to affect Yang Mingyang, she broke free of Yang Mingyang's hand with all her strength, and her body floated down rapidly along the current.

"Little Pepper!" Yang Mingyang roared, took out the fire-tipped spear from the storage bag and stretched it out in the direction of Duanmu Jiyue, but Duanmu Jiyue glanced at Yang Mingyang and shook his head. Looking at Duanmu Jiyue who was getting farther and farther away, Yang Mingyang couldn't care about anything else, and quickly swam downstream, helping the rapid flow of water, and quickly caught up with Duanmu Jiyue and hugged it. The two could no longer control their bodies and flowed downward with the current. Duanmu Jiyue looked at Yang Mingyang, and said with red eyes: "Why are you doing this, you can't help me and sacrifice yourself." Yang Mingyang looked at Duanmu Jiyue with a smile and said, "Even if I die, it's worth it to have a big beauty to accompany me." ”

The two hugged each other tightly and floated downstream for a long time, and the spiritual power in their bodies became less and less, so that both of them would be buried in the water. Yang Mingyang hugged Duanmu Jiyue tightly while observing the surroundings, and a big tree surrounded by several people on the opposite bank downstream attracted his attention. He said to Duanmu Jiyue: "Little pepper, see that tree or not, that is our last hope." Duanmu Jiyue knowingly took out his usual long whip from the storage bag, and Yang Mingyang also took out a whip-shaped magic weapon that he didn't know from an unlucky monk. The moment the two of them passed by the big tree, they roared at the same time, and the long whip in their hands wrapped around the branches of the big tree at the same time, and the branches were pulled down quickly, but finally helped the two of them control their bodies. With the help of a long whip, the two of them finally reached the opposite bank, and the two looked at each other, sat on the sand and gravel by the river, panting, and showing a smile for the rest of their lives.

After resting for a while, the two of them used their remaining weak spiritual power to drive away the water on their bodies, and then meditated to restore their spiritual power. Yang Mingyang felt that most of the spiritual power in his body had recovered, so he opened his eyes, only to see that Duanmu Jiyue had finished meditating and was looking at herself in a daze with her beautiful big eyes. Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, Yang Mingyang couldn't help but stretch out his hands and hold Duanmu Jiyue's face in his hands. Asked softly, "What are you looking at?" Duanmu Jiyue blushed and said, "I'm looking at a fool who almost lost his life for the sake of others." Yang Mingyang smiled and said: "That's not for others, in my mind, Little Pepper is no longer 'someone else'." ”

After recovering most of their physical and spiritual strength, the two of them stood up again and continued to move forward in the cold wind like a knife. A few hours later, a high mountain appeared in front of the two of them, this big mountain, several thousand meters high. Unlike other mountains, it has no soil or vegetation on it, and is an iceberg composed entirely of ice. The two of them used a simple spell that almost all monks have, the Psi Vision, and looked at the top of the mountain, and saw that above the mountain, a white flag was fluttering in the cold wind. This white flag must be the array flag, and the two immediately became happy and walked in the direction of the iceberg. It was still far away from the iceberg, and you could feel a huge chill coming towards you, and this chill seemed to freeze the flames. The two of them couldn't help but want to spread the fire spiritual power on the surface of their bodies to resist the cold, but the two of them invariably gave up this idea, because they knew that the temperature on the mountain would be even lower, and they had to have enough spiritual power to ensure that they could walk to the top of the mountain. The two continued to resist the howling cold wind, holding each other's hands tightly, and moved towards the mountain peak step by step. It was only nearly a kilometer away from the foot of the mountain, but it took them a full few hours. Coming to the foot of the mountain, looking at the snow-white summit, the two couldn't help frowning, this iceberg has only one upward road, this road is small, steep and slippery. Yang Mingyang gritted his teeth, took out two spear-like magic weapons from the storage bag, handed one to Duanmu Jiyue, and held it in his own hands. Then, using spears as crutches, they clubbed it and walked to the top of the mountain. The cold wind seemed to be very angry that someone dared to challenge it, and it roared and lunged at the two of them, as if it would not stop driving them down the mountain. The cold and the wind did not make the two of them succumb, and they bent over, lowered their heads, and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step, with their heads bowed and as little resistance as possible. Behind them, the marks under their feet and the small holes poked by the tips of the spears were quickly buried by the ice and snow. Not long after walking, my limbs were numb from the cold, and my bare skin was stiff in the cold wind. The two of them had to spread the fire spirit power on the surface of their bodies again, so that the blood in their bodies could circulate and support them to continue to climb.