In the cave mansion in a mountain peak that was listed as a forbidden place behind the Ten Thousand Ghost Peak, the master of the Wu Sect dressed in black seemed a little calm, pacing back and forth in the cave mansion, and from time to time came to the cold room in the depths of the cave to take a look.

There, the girl covered in ice lay inside with a hint of pain on her face, bare on her outer skin, wrapped in maddening black threads.

Although the black line is suppressed by the cold ice, it will slowly move at a speed invisible to the naked eye, spreading towards the girl's skull.

At the girl's neck and eyebrows, there is a white halo each, exuding a faint light.

Master Fangzheng, with gray hair and a stiff waist, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands against the ice, and he was using some kind of magical power.

As he moved, the aura between the girl's eyebrows and neck became more condensed, blocking out the spread of black lines.

If it weren't for the old man who had such a means to reach the sky, and who worked tirelessly to use supernatural powers to reinforce every seven days, the girl would have died a long time ago.

In fact, if it is simply to freeze all these toxins, it is not difficult to do it with the old man's ability, but once this is done, the toxin will stop working at the same time, and the girl will die.

After all, she is only flesh and blood, and even if she has a strange treasure in her body, she still can't resist the cold that is too harsh.

Therefore, the master of Shang Zheng can only use the power of ice to the limit of what her body can accept, and curb the speed of the toxin as much as possible while maintaining her vitality.

When the master of the Wu Sect walked here, he involuntarily slowed down, for fear that it would affect the old man's movements.

He stood aside and watched quietly, anxious and grateful and pitying, and it was not enough to describe his mood at the moment.

This silence lasted for an hour, and the old man stood up, exhaled, and showed a hint of tiredness on his wrinkled face.

The master of the Wu Sect didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he could only take out a jar of warm wine from the storage bag and hand it over.

"Qiansenpai, chess her... She can also... Hang on... How long?"

The master of the Wu Sect turned his head to look at Wu Siqi who was lying there, and then looked at the square master, his mouth moved twice, and finally he still opened his mouth to ask this sentence, but his voice was a little trembling and dry.

The old man poured a sip of wine into his mouth, held his breath for a long time, and then exhaled a long breath of wine:

"It's been nearly two years, and this is mainly the result of the perseverance of the chess girl.

Although she seems to be unconscious now, even in a coma, she still has an instinctive sense of survival that persists, and if she doesn't have this, she will only have a year at most......"

"She has suffered so much over the years that she has not had a few days of peace since she was born......

Master Wu's voice was low, his daughter had a hard time in her life, and she had always wanted to give her a happy voice, but it often backfired......

"Two years!" he whispered again, his fists clenched at his sides.

"That kid doesn't know if he can succeed in this period of time to the extent he said!"

Sect Master Wu said in a low voice, and when he said this, there was worry and a trace of expectation in his eyes. After all, Mo Qing had cured Wu Siqi once last time, if it weren't for her own obsession with cultivation......

"It's hard to say, it's already difficult to cultivate divine consciousness, although there is the 'Spirit Sand Mill Divine Array' that I arranged as an aid, but it's hard to say what the result will be.

After all, this method is too painful, and it is difficult for ordinary people to endure this extreme pain and continue to cultivate.

As far as I know, there have been many people who have been tortured to death by pain when they used this formation to cultivate, although this kid is mentally resolute, but if he wants to use the grinding spirit sand all the time, he can't do it.

However, it is extremely rare to be able to persist until now and not come out.

Let's take a look, since the hexagram says that the chess pieces still have a glimmer of life to maintain on him, it shouldn't be easily cut off......"

The entire Mao'er Mountain is covered by a large array, and now this place has also become a forbidden place for the Ten Thousand Ghost Gate, and idle people can't get close!

Such a vision and unreasonable regulations would naturally arouse the curiosity and surprise of many disciples in the sect.

A well-informed disciple said that it was a disciple who left the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect many years ago and came back again, and it seemed that he was still the husband of the master of the sect, not only that, but it was said that he had cultivated to the stage of knotting!

Such a rapid cultivation speed made many disciples who heard the news couldn't help but secretly sigh to themselves, but they also understood why this person had such special treatment.

The son-in-law of the master of the door, his cultivation has reached the stage of knotting again, and there is such a relationship, even if there is more preferential treatment, it will not surprise people at all......

Inside Mao'er Mountain, the 'Spirit Sand Mill Divine Array' continued to bloom with a faint light, and it had been in such a state for a year and two months.

Inside it, there is a young man cross-legged, with a face without sorrow or joy.

At the center of his eyebrows, there was a light that lit up, extending to a distance of three zhang in front of him, and after a closer look, he found that these lights were actually made up of some grains of rice-sized spiritual sand.

The spirit sand moved slowly, making some tooth-aching sounds when they collided with each other.

After this situation lasted for about half an hour, the cloud of light suddenly shrank, and all entered the young man's mind, leaving only the 'grinding spirit sand' still floating in mid-air.

There was silence in the cave, and everything was quiet, and this lasted for about three days.

For three days, the young man did not move, as he had ever sat still.

Time passed slowly, and the cave was as quiet as ever, but there was an indescribable meaning that slowly appeared and spread here.

This fluctuation was not obvious at first, but as time went by, it gradually became clear and powerful, like a giant gradually awakening, and like an amazing thing in the making.

......

A majestic momentum erupted from between Mo Qing's eyebrows, forming a flame of light more than half a foot high, and many 'grinding spirit sands' floating in the air suddenly tumbled at this moment, colliding with each other, emitting a dense and piercing crackling sound.

The light flames continued to gush, and it was not until they were released to a foot that they began to slowly begin to shrink, and the 'grinding spirit sand' that was flying around also became calm, but the light was a little dim compared to before......

Mo Qing, who had been sitting like a sculpture and had not moved for more than a year, suddenly opened his eyes.