Zong Lun realized that the sun was the key to melting this blue strange ice, and then he thought that his nephew had not come out yet, and he seemed to have guessed his nephew's thoughts, and immediately hurriedly gathered his internal forces to split the larger opening of the Golden Hall with the Zhutian Sword.

More sunlight shines into the ice, the rising colorful ball bubbles become more and more dense, like a dam that suddenly discharges the sluice, for a time, the whole sky is covered with colorful foam, under the illumination of the sun, the reflection of the foam is printed on the snow-capped mountain, the snow-capped mountain has become a colorful glazed peak, very spectacular.

Tianjizi and Zong Lun stopped fighting and silently looked at the scene in front of them, looking forward to the revelation of the final mystery.

Zong Zheng was struggling to survive in the scorching cold palace, but he still couldn't find a way to crack the strange ice, and he originally planned to stay in the palace like this, forever and ever.

The cold made him consume too much true qi and internal strength, he had to sit cross-legged on the ground, try to breathe and concentrate, until the last moment, he was still thinking of a way, this was his last obsession, deep-rooted, solid and unshakable.

Just when he was disheartened and ready to fall asleep, a light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and he saw that the ice was bright after the light entered, and the ice was too thick, although he couldn't see what was inside, but he could see that there were many bubbles surging, rising densely, and those bubbles were like boiling water, Zong Zheng couldn't help but stand up in surprise, he didn't know what was happening, but he preferred to believe that a miracle happened.

His eyes were fixed on the boiling bubbles, and he seemed to be able to hear the slight sound of the bubbles rising and moving, and gradually, the bubbles became more and more loud.

"This ice, this ice is melting. Zong Zheng noticed the slight melting of the ice, he couldn't believe his eyes, and couldn't help but take a closer look at the ice in front of him again, it was indeed melting.

Suddenly, a continuous sound came from overhead, and then a more intense light pierced into the ice, the whole ice became brighter and brighter, and the bubbles rose more and more violently, the sound made Zong Zheng almost hold back tears, and he couldn't help but be grateful that God still gave him a glimmer of unexpected hope when he was desperate and about to give up.

When Zong Lun used the Zhutian Sword to cut a larger opening to let more sunlight shine into the ice, this huge ice source melted faster and faster, but after all, this is the ice source of Xuefeng Mountain, and it is this ice that has made three perennial snow mountains, but now that the ice source is melting, this cold force is naturally attenuating, and gradually the snow on the surface of the snow mountain seems to have begun to change slightly, yes, without the replenishment of cold power, these thick ice and snow are also beginning to melt little by little.

Gradually, the ice of the snow-capped mountains was falling in large quantities, and even the secondary peaks on both sides began to suffer, the snow water gathered, and the larger and larger water flowed down the mountain, Kublai Khan seemed to sense the crisis, and hurriedly ordered a quick evacuation.

Zong Lun and Tianjizi stood tightly on the top of the Golden Temple, watching the snow under them slowly melt and fall, and watching the Golden Temple bare a little bit again.

Zong Zheng could clearly feel the retreat of the cold force in the hall, he witnessed the melting of this huge ice, when the thick blue ice melted away, a woman in white clothes appeared in front of her, she was frozen in a transparent layer of ice, like a piece of flawless jade standing quietly in it, her right hand was extended, her index and middle fingers were stretched, as if she was going to throw something at the moment of ice, her left hand was clenched into a fist, and she seemed to be holding something in her hand.

The clear water-like eyes are clear and clean, there seems to be something in the eyes, her face is full of serenity, the moment it is frozen, no one can guess what happened to her, let alone her state of mind at that time, at least the quiet virgin girl in front of her in this ice is far cleaner and purer than the rouge powder in the outside world, like the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, a refreshing and clean, like a fairy.

She is Situ Xianjie, the woman who disappeared in the vast Xuefeng Mountain, the woman that Zong Zheng loved all his life and would protect even if he lost his life.

Only at that moment of meeting, even if it was a thousand words that he once wanted to say, at this moment, Zong Zheng couldn't say a word, he choked, delighted, surprised, he unconsciously touched her face through the ice, looking at her bright eyes, he seemed to be able to feel that Xian'er was looking at him, he could feel how much he missed her at this moment, Zongzheng seemed to be able to feel the temperature on Xian'er's face, a cloudy teardrop slipped down Zongzheng's face, he couldn't remember how many days and nights he hadn't seen this once so familiar face, several midnight dreams, but he couldn't distinguish her face more than once。

Looking at this young and delicate face, Zong Zheng realized that Xian'er had not changed at all when she was frozen in ice, she was still as young and beautiful as she was back then, but she had white sideburns, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Xian'er, are you dead or alive?" Zong Zheng soon realized that he had forgotten for a while, just because he had been holding the obsession that Xian'er was still alive, and when he suddenly saw Xian'er, he completely forgot about this thick layer of ice, until he noticed that Xian'er was motionless and returned to reality, he was eager to think of Xian'er's life and death, and he panicked.

The blue ice melted completely, the cold force of the ice source dissipated, and the entire Snow Peak Mountain fell off with large chunks of ice and snow on the secondary peaks, causing a violent tremor.

Zong Zheng didn't know where the strength came from, he carried the entire ice statue of Xianjie up to the body, along the gap where the sun shone in, Zong Zheng tried his best to carry out Situ Xianjie, the golden palace trembled, he carefully placed Situ Xianjie in a flat corner, holding it with both hands, for fear of slipping.

Zong Lun and Tian Jizi kept staring at the gap in the Golden Palace, seeing that the colorful ball bubbles were gradually becoming scarce, until Ling Ding flew out, and they were about to fly in, but at the critical moment, they saw Zong Zheng flying out with a statue below, and immediately stopped.

When he saw Zong Zheng flying out desperately with a woman's ice statue, Zong Lun's face showed joy, and Fang Cai's worry suddenly lifted, but he didn't know who the women's ice statue that Zong Zheng carried out was, but seeing that he was desperately dragging the ice statue, he must be an important person, so he didn't say a word, and immediately flew to Zong Zheng's body, and inserted the Zhutian Sword into the Golden Palace, against the ice statue, and stabilized the ice statue's body.

Zong Zheng looked at this red Zhutian Sword and couldn't help but admire, he just thought of what was going on with the blue ice of Fang Cai, and his eyes were also full of gratitude to Zong Lun, in the final analysis, the relationship between uncle and nephew still exists because of blood.

I didn't have time to come back to my senses, and suddenly, Xuefeng Mountain stopped trembling, and the whole sky suddenly dimmed, and the colorful bulbs seemed to cover the whole sky tightly.

The whole sky was filled with colorful shimmers, like stars in the night, but more brilliant and densely distributed than the stars, and it seemed that they were surging and changing, as if they were drifting and surging in the vast ocean.

At this time, Kublai Khan and others had all retreated to the edge of Xuefeng Mountain, and on the way to retreat, the sudden dimming of the sky made them lose their vision of progress, and they stopped for a moment to be attracted by the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Below was the sound of melting snow rolling over the earth, a vast soup, waves tumbling, and faintly, the sound of the ground tearing could be heard, accompanied by a slight vibration.

The firelight of the Zhutian Sword was particularly eye-catching on the top of the Snow Peak, and inadvertently, its heat was melting the ice on Xianjie's body, and with the melting of the ice, a strange fragrance floated leisurely.

"Zheng'er, do you smell a scent? Zong Lun was the first to smell this pungent fragrance.

"Yes, the scent seems to be getting stronger. Zong Zheng also smelled this fragrance, he just felt that this fragrance seemed to be very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Lingding incense, ice water melted, soon this fragrance spread, for a while, the entire snow-peaked mountain was filled with this fragrance, Kublai Khan and his thousands of soldiers also smelled this charming fragrance, strange fragrance, they were immersed in the beauty of this good day, unconsciously they fell into the illusion.

The shaking of the ground became more and more violent, and the ice and snow on the secondary peaks on both sides almost melted, and many soldiers recovered from the violent shaking and turned desperately to save their lives.

Tianjizi looked at the vision above his head, he had never seen such a strange celestial phenomenon in his hundred years of studying the stars, he didn't understand what it had to do with the ultimate mystery, but he always felt that something would happen next.

This blue ice source was originally the aura of Nuwa's spirit stone, and now it has been completely released, and the aura between heaven and earth has returned again, which is the vision before the aura returns.

The gray miasma of smoke rose abruptly on all sides, rising towards the sky, filled with the secret realm of colorful ball bubbles, and gradually the sky and earth became darker, and the colorful light of the ball bubbles gradually dimmed.

Along with the spiritual power, the return is the release of various demons and evil obstacles, the release of the evil qi of heaven and earth, and they together impact the enchantment set up by the colorful ball bubble.

When the heavens and the earth were in full swing, the ground trembled violently, and a black sword broke through the ground from the secondary peak on the left, and it roared towards the colorful ball, and its voice was deafening.

In the colorful light and shadow, people can faintly see its huge body faintly flashing in the sky.

"Look, it's a look. "People shouted,

The reappearance of the Nuwa Spirit Stone also broke the seal of the two towers, and the black tower was the first to break through the ground, it hovered in the sky and greedily sucked the dross and evil qi between heaven and earth, and the more it absorbed, the stronger its evil spirit power became.

The people who watched all this were still amazed by this rare spectacle for a thousand years, but they did not know that bad luck was coming, and they did not know the true face of the black man.

Tianjizi and Zong Lun were dumbfounded, they couldn't help but ask two deep questions in their hearts, could this be the ultimate mystery? But what does this mean?

Zong Zheng remembered the carved painting on the top of the wall when he first entered the Golden Palace, and the carved sword and sword on it had already appeared, and he carefully recalled all the details of the carved painting on the top of the wall, since the carved images on it gradually appeared, then there must be something meaningful.

"No, there's another one. Zong Zheng suddenly remembered, and couldn't help but read out loud, Zong Lun and Tianjizi heard Zong Zheng's words, and both of them looked at Zong Zheng curiously, they both thought that Zong Zheng seemed to know something.