"Can I just hide behind others for the rest of my life and live by the pitiful meanness of others?!"

An indescribable emotion of sorrow or resentment was like a flame that invaded the whole body in an instant, exploded in Lisbon's heart, and in an instant, this agitated emotion stopped rushing with the blood in the body under the ubiquitous cold, and even the thoughts were frozen by this chill, and turned silent.

The artistic conception of protection from the chest also completely dissipated and became invisible.

Lisbon was in a state of flux, unable to maintain the rhythm of the breathing that had been passed down from generation to generation by the barbarians of the Northland Ice Fields, unable to control the faint qi machine that was like a snake fish swimming around in its body, and only instinctively continued to chant the honorific name of the god of winter.

It's just that at this time, he can't continue to meditate in his heart, and he has to read it out loud to concentrate.

Although, the loudness he thought was actually more subtle than his whispering, and even the few ice caves close to him could not be transmitted.

Although the Icefield Barbarian did not have written records, he also knew that this was a sign of the limit of physical fitness that had been passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth through the blood and death of his predecessors.

Although the flow of time felt by being alone in the ice cave and without any movement except breathing would be extraordinarily long, Lisbon knew that the time he insisted on was far from reaching the average standard of a barbarian boy, let alone reaching the moment when he resonated with the ice and snow and completely transformed his body.

At present, all he can do is to use his remaining strength to break the ice wall and crawl out of the ice cave before his limbs are completely frozen and the cold air invades his bone marrow.

It's just that in this way, it undoubtedly means that this trial will end in failure, and for the rest of his life, he will only be a waste person who depends on his clansmen to feed.

However, if it continues to hold on, it will bring irreparable damage to the body, and it will only bring a greater burden to the tribe in the future.

All of a sudden, Lisbon felt the weight of fate and was caught in a difficult dilemma.

"It's better to be buried directly in this ice cave, the fate of our barbarians is originally to be born in the ice field, buried in the ice field, but I don't know if after death, can my soul be summoned to the goddess's kingdom?"

Between life and death, all kinds of thoughts appear in Lisbon's mind in a slow but inevitable manner, and for a moment, they forget to move, but only think about them.

"Is this the divine kingdom of the goddess?! Sure enough, the elders and patriarchs depicted it even more solemnly and grandly. ”

In a trance, a blurry image opened up in front of Lisbon's eyes, and then gradually became clearer, as if it had been directly entered into his mind.

Although the Northland Ice Sheet looks monotonous, it is frozen all year round, only the wind and snow howl.

But it is undeniable that in terms of scenery and meteorology, in the Norland Continent, I am afraid that only the boundless sea that has a strong wind swept from above can be compared to it.

Both of them are generally vast, magnificent, and vast, but in the face of this kind of wonder that can only be created by the great power of heaven and earth, there is an indescribable sense of insignificance floating in the heart, making people only feel that they are compared with them, but ants.

But when Lisbon, who is accustomed to seeing the scenery of the ice field, saw this scene in front of him, he felt even more shocked and his heart swayed.

The snow peaks on the Northland Ice Sheet stand tall and towering, but in this picture, the ice peaks are on the same level as the sky, and they can't be seen at all.

One or two of them occasionally passed by, and it brought a majestic pressure to Lisbon like a sea of mountains and ice, which was more than a hundred times stronger than the patriarch of the first in force in the clan and the strong men of other tribes who had seen one or two sides, making Lisbon feel as if facing a wild beast, trembling irrepressibly, this is the instinctive fear brought about by the jump in the essence of life, and the two are not on the same level at all.

However, although most of the people in it are also ice barbarians with the same appearance as Lisbon, the image can be described as brilliant, giant axes, longbows, sticks and other weapons are all glorious, the gods are fierce, eye-catching, the costumes are also generally smooth and gorgeous, the texture is fine and beautiful, but the same as the legendary elves who regard art as life.

There is only one explanation for this scene in Lisbon's memories and insights of just over a decade.

That is the kingdom of the god of winter.

However, apart from the priests and priests, who were highly favored by the gods, according to legend, it was only at the end of their dying moments that the soul was separated from the body, and the most devout believers could get a glimpse of the kingdom of God, which was not possessed by mortals.

"Could it be that the god of winter heard my prayers and performed a miracle?"

Lisbon's heart instantly burned and then quickly extinguished, "Of course, it is more likely that I am hallucinating, I have heard that when I am dying, I am delirious, and I often hallucinate and mistake this hallucination for reality." ”

As soon as this thought appeared, it stopped and condensed, and Lisbon only felt a tense body, a tremor of his body, and a vast and indescribable will suddenly descended in front of him, without any force, but it gave Lisbon the feeling that it was enough to suppress anything.

The consciousness was so large that the little Xiaoice cave could not hold it at all, and it was visible to the naked eye that the rough ice wall that had been easily hewn out of it quickly shattered, reassembled, and then transformed into what appeared to be ice crystals in a way that Lisbon could not comprehend, but Lisbon knew in his mind that it was something else entirely.

He even had a feeling that such an ice crystal, if polished, would be better than the few weapons in the clan that had been passed down from generation to generation and that only the best warriors were qualified to inherit.

In addition to divine power, there is no second kind of mysterious power that can turn decay into magic like this.

As soon as this ice room was completed, Lisbon instinctively felt a strange change happening, the frozen limbs quickly regained their elasticity, and the blood in the body that had been stagnant began to flow slowly.

And the most incredible thing about Lisbon is that his hearing, sight, touch and even more ethereal senses have suddenly increased more than ten times more acute after this great will has descended, and he can even clearly outline in his mind the road map of the blood under the skin shuttling through the blood vessels and flowing through the chest and abdominal organs.

Kilometers below, in the "warm" water compared to the ice surface, accompanied by the weakening of a vigorous breath, a faint burst of vitality is emerging, it is a deep-sea fish spawning.

And with the running of blood, the original snake and fish in the body, the vaguely indistinguishable breath seemed to suddenly find its direction, like a domesticated dog beast, exhaling and exhaling in response, the muscles tightened and loosened, swimming all over the limbs and hundreds of remains, each time it swam around, it was imperceptibly stronger than before.

This breath originally brought the feeling of being like a perennial wind and snow raging on the ice field, rampage, destroying everything, cold and fierce, but at this time, it was like a slow flow of water under the thick ice surface, seemingly silent, cool and gentle.

Before you know it, Lisbon has stepped out of the barrier of the breathing method passed down by the barbarians of the ice plains for generations, and has stepped into a different world.

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"Who is he?!"

The body shook again, and Lisbon, who was immersed in this wonderful feeling, suddenly woke up, and the picture turned, and what appeared in his mind was no longer the icy and snowy land that represented the kingdom of the god of winter, but the image of a strange man who was completely different from the ice barbarians in terms of physical appearance and clothing style, occupying all his vision and taking away all his attention.

The man seemed to be only a few years older than himself, but when he met his clear eyes, Lisbon felt deep and immense, like the deep sea covered by the solid ice surface of the ice field, and it seemed that he could see the passage of time and countless mountains and rivers that could not be seen in the Northland Ice Field.

For example, the same endless wilderness, full of green grass, indescribably supple and relaxed.

On the vast ice field, the barbarian tribes are difficult to multiply and grow, and it takes a lot of effort to compete with the environment.

However, in the ever-changing scene behind this man, Lisbon saw countless flags waving, covering the sky and the sun, and the military brigade holding bright blades in hand and wearing steel armor on the ice field, which was even more rare to see, was overwhelmed by an avalanche, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

And then there's a lot more, majestic cities, lush forests, and so on.

Lisbon didn't know the origin of this person, but he understood that the other party was definitely not from the polar ice field, but this person exuded a special mood fluctuation, as if it could trigger the resonance of the breath in the body, which made Lisbon feel amiable and respectable at the sight of it.

"These things can remember and comprehend how much. It's up to you, Lisbon, to see how far you can go, and how much of a storm this piece I throw will set off. ”

Lisbon was recalling the myths and legends he had heard in his mind, trying to correspond to the man in front of him, when he saw the young man smile, whispered a few words, and then reached out two fingers, as if directly across the image projected by his imagination, and landed directly on his forehead, with a slight touch.

A huge amount of complex information suddenly poured into Lisbon's mind along this illusory fingertips, and the amount of information contained in it was tenfold, hundred, thousand, or even ten thousand times more than all the information and knowledge he had been exposed to and accumulated in his previous life.

Scanning through a few clips, Lisbon's brain was bursting, and in addition to the large number of images of changing the pace of the blade, there were many strange words that sounded obscure and unheard of.

There is even a lot of knowledge and information about self-cultivation and qi cultivation and marching formation, which is a new field that has never been imagined outside of hunting and gathering that I have been exposed to before.

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"This is, the god of winter......"

There was a muffled sound, the ice surface exploded, and the fine ice cubes were splashed in all directions, and at the same time, a mighty aura rushed out of the gap, reaching the sky.

The sturdy man was shocked, and suddenly woke up, staring blankly at this place.

Taking this ice cave as an eye, the wind and snow stagnated within a radius of 100 miles, and then suddenly went crazy, sweeping all over the sky, like a line of tide, overwhelming, rolling in, and black pressing.

By the time the wind and snow waves approached this ice cave, they had already gathered into a huge tornado, enveloping the wind and snow in the sky and swaying upwards to the sky.

Under the sweeping wind and snow, only the statue of the goddess of ice and snow, which is not very tall, is not damaged in the slightest, and has the protection of divine power, which is not strange, but the majestic man and others look at the statue together, and in the eyes of the originally silent statue, the divine light blooms, and it cannot be looked at directly. It is an anomaly that has never occurred since this small tribe erected its own idols.

What surprised them even more was that the breath on the idol's body and the snowspout on the ice cave did not resist, but echoed each other.

What that means, they know all too well.

Among the tribes, a genius in the true sense of the word has finally appeared, and has won the recognition and attention of the god of winter.

This snowspout is a blessing ritual for the legendary god of winter.

It's just that they didn't expect that it was only such a short time since these teenagers entered the ice, and there were actually people who could resonate with the wind and snow and attract the attention of the god of winter.

Moreover, with such affinity, it is actually the Lisbon that looks weak and abnormal, and can be overwhelmed by a snowstorm. Originally, everyone thought that it would be very difficult for him to survive this terrible trial.

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"With my use of divinity to change the physique of this young man, coupled with the knowledge and information passed on in the past, I have invisibly refined his mind, which should be enough to bring changes to the Northland Ice Field. ”

Chen Fusheng withdrew his fingers, looked at the star that looked much brighter than before, and its position was gradually moving from the surrounding to the center of the galaxy, and nodded secretly.

This young Lisbon, although he is a little smart and different, is not mediocre in his original life, and he can't become a climate.

But after he made a move, it could be seen that a colossal luck converged towards him, and it was even more fatal.

In the Northland Ice Field, few other gods have extended their hands here, but the Daughter of Ice and Snow is currently living in his Dinghai Pearl, and her response to the outside world is naturally much more difficult than before, and in thirty or fifty years, there will inevitably be a lot of changes on the ice field.

With this shareholder wind, this young Lisbon, as long as it does not fall too early, will definitely establish a lot of success.

It's just that Chen Fusheng only made a brief observation, and then withdrew his mind from his body and turned it to something else.

It was only at this time that he discovered that after the end of the battle with the Daughter of Ice and Snow, in addition to this galaxy of faith, there was another harvest that he did not expect.

It was the Heaven and Earth Spirit Root Gourd Vine that was exchanged from the reincarnation space.