Only Wu Tian had a hint of a smile on his cold face.

Han Shi's breath has long been sealed by the iceberg, and only through the induction of soul blood can he detect that Han Shi's faint fire of life has stopped declining, but no one can see this scene.

The strangeness of this heavenly tribulation, with Wu Tian's already refined eyes, it is natural to be able to see that this is not an ordinary place, but a secret realm, this heavenly tribulation is afraid that it will be affected by this, there will be a trace of mutation, and the natural difficulty level is also doubled, once Han Shi survives this tribulation, although it is not Han Shi's own calamity, but it is definitely a great benefit.

Looking at the iceberg-like green-shirted monk in the iceberg, the death-like silence, Zhang Mubai's smile gradually converged, and the city lord of Changhai City, who had a majestic demeanor in the past, seemed to be back.

In his opinion, Han Shi could not escape death, Jun Wuwu was far away, here, there were only a few people who could still make him fearful, and the others were no longer in his heart, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

In his storage bag, there is a map, his master Zhang Yuanfeng was still a monk of Yuandan, he also came to this thundercloud secret realm, and by mistake, found a hidden place, which hid a great opportunity.

It's just that at that time, Zhang Yuanfeng's cultivation had just entered the middle of the Yuan Dan, he was alone, blocked by a thin film, and under the magic weapon, he still couldn't enter the secret place, this person was also a masterpiece, and after weighing it again and again, he still chose to give up the pain and record the secret place with a jade slip, and later passed this slip to Zhang Mubai, telling him not to enter the secret place until the time of condensing the fake baby.

Zhang Mubai came this time, the most important thing is this matter, but being able to see Han Shi's death like this is not worth it, the corner of his mouth sneered, and he galloped away.

Xu Chen's eyes flashed, looking at Zhang Mubai's back gradually moving away, he groaned a little, he followed from a distance, he was the only person other than Wu Tian who never believed that Han Shi would die, the reason why he followed Zhang Mubai away was because of the master's transmission before he entered the island.

"Xu Chen, after entering Thundercloud Island, if you meet that Zhang Mubai, you will stare at the whereabouts of this person, I suspect that Zhang Yuanfeng got the secret back then, and he will definitely tell Zhang Mubai, then there must be a great opportunity, but the danger is not small, whether it is a blessing or a curse is only in your thoughts, if you don't want to, you can also give up. ”

Soon after entering Changhai City, Xu Chen had a trace of contempt for Zhang Mubai, this person was calm on the surface, but in fact he had a tyrannical temperament, but he bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard, and the scene of Zhang Mubai's expression changing made Xu Chen feel extremely disgusted, and even had a trace of murder against him.

If it weren't for his firm belief that Han Shi would never die, he would really want to take action for Han Shi and finish off this person, although they are also Yuandan Great Perfection, Xu Chen is confident that he is at least seventy percent sure that he will put Zhang Mubai to death.

The figures of the two of them quickly disappeared into the depths of the sea of clouds, one after the other.

Han Shi stared at the green candle for a long time, the vicinity of the green candle was as warm as spring, but there was always a trace of confusion in his eyes, no matter how much the call in his heart didn't stop, he just couldn't hear it clearly, he could hear the excitement, the sadness, the longing, this feeling made him a little anxious and angry in addition to being confused.

After a long time, he closed his eyes, his heart was clear, there was no joy or sorrow, and under such unconsciousness, he stretched out his hand to touch the cyan candle flame.

At this moment, Han Shi has already understood a lot, there are many secrets and memories in his heart, but these are gradually covered up by this ruthless snowy region, and they are forgotten in a corner, just like the Meng Po soup in the mouths of those ordinary people, and now, he must find these things, even if he burns himself, he will not hesitate.

As soon as the cyan candle flame touched his fingers, it seemed to have spirituality, spreading rapidly along his fingers, covering Han Shi's whole body in the blink of an eye, only the surface of those eyes, which had not been contaminated, shot out two ghostly lights at the moment when Han Shi opened his eyes.

The green flame contaminated outside Han Shi's body, after suddenly conjuring into a thousand zhang of firelight, contracted extremely quickly, penetrated from every pore of Han Shi's skin, and burned towards Han Shi's body, at this moment, from the surface, Han Shi was as usual.

It is hard to imagine that at this moment, there is already a sea of fire in his body,

This cyan flame is the flame of Han Shi's heart candle, what it burns is not an object, but a ruthless and illusory thing such as thoughts, a thick layer of invisible heart curtain is contaminated by the blue flame, burned, and instantly turned into nothingness.

This heart curtain is the thing that has been transformed by the ruthless cold meaning for decades, it covers Han Shi's heart heavily and blocks the memory, and now, with its disappearance, Han Shi's heart is like thawing, and at the moment of spring, a long-lost vitality appears in his heart.

The glow in his eyes gradually dissipated, and in their place were black and white eyes.

He, remembered.

He thought of the gray stone, from the first time he saw the world, the gray stone was in his hands, and he would never leave it, although he was silent, but it gave him a lifetime of protection and opportunity.

He remembered the blacksmith shop, where his father was sweating and wiping the sweat from his forehead from time to time, and watching him smile, and his mother with a smile on her face, and burning the family's dinner in the backyard with his hands and feet, and the smoke curling.

He thought of Woniu Mountain, Xuanyuan Wen's elegant figure, under the blowing of the mountain wind, like an ethereal fairy, and he was standing on the mountainside, looking at Xuanyuan Wen with a smile on his face.

He remembered Dongyun City, he, Han Yu, and Han Zaixing, together with the three of them, under the leadership of Uncle Yuanshan, in that Dongyun City, raised the name of my Hanjia Village, and finally entered the immortal gate with Han Yu.

He remembered Xuanyangmen, he worshipped Zhou Yi as his teacher, came to Luo Yun Peak, became the only disciple on Luo Yun Peak, received the master's sincere care and teaching, and had many adventures and harvested many strange things.

He remembered the tragic death of his father, he was in a madness, got the help of the gray stone, desperate, and even burned Shouyuan, just to avenge his father, at that time, he was just Ning Yuan cultivation, but he was able to kill the Yuanying monk, but in the end, he left a regret, and it was only a trace away, so he lost his life at the hands of the enemy, fortunately the master came and saved him.

It's just that Han Shi's longevity is about to end, and the master has no choice but to send him to Qilongyu, hoping that he will have a glimmer of hope for survival.

He remembered the Seven Dragons, which was the Seven Dragons Jade and the Seven Dragons Prison, although among the Seven Dragons, he only saw the black dragon, but it was enough.

He remembered the other side of the ferryman's statement on the boundary river, although he had an epiphany, but there was still a trace of fog about the other side in his heart.

He remembered the labyrinth palace, the life and death decision of the foundation, the old man's unplanned strategy, and the shock of the soul.

He remembered the nameless valley, where there was a girl named Hou Yiyue, and the people in the valley thought that he was the young master chosen by their ancestral gods.

He remembered the god operator Qu Jiu, this person's calculation made him suffer a dark loss, and for the first time, he felt that the power of wisdom can also understand the world and pursue the vast way of heaven.

He remembered the chess game that made him comprehend the water and the clouds, and when he recalled it, he was still excited, the game with the stars as the son, the dialogue between the man in white and the man in green was deeply engraved in his heart, and to this day, he still does not understand the meaning contained in it.

He remembered the thousand-zhang black dragon, the Golden Mountain and the White Bone Mountain, and the story of the search for the dragon jade, until he came to this forsaken land, he remembered them all.

He's awake!

The last thing he remembered was a woman named Qingmei, many years ago, the gaze that made him tremble in his heart.

It's been many years, how are you?

With this trembling, the entire iceberg also seemed to have a trace of trembling, this trembling was like a wave of water, transmitted to the surrounding space, a wisp of buzzing sound, echoed, and the surface of the thundercloud lake also had a trace of ripples, and the monks who had originally dispersed a small half of the eyes suddenly condensed.

The green-shirted monk who stood motionless in the depths of the iceberg suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like silver, and there was a cold and ruthless light in them, and everyone who looked at him trembled in their hearts and lowered their heads unconsciously, even a few Yuanying monks by the lake.

Even that Wu Tian is the same.

In this silver eye, the breath revealed contains a trace of the Heavenly Dao, in the Ice Tribulation of Jun Wuwu, there was no trace of Heavenly Dao, it was precisely because of the appearance of Han Shi that it appeared in this Phantom Tribulation, and through the Snowy Fantasy Realm, it was integrated into Han Shi's heart bit by bit.

The way of heaven is ruthless.

It was not Han Shi who made everyone bow their heads, but the ruthless Heavenly Dao.