From the outside, the ice was crystal clear and dreamlike, but only those who were frozen in it knew what it was like.

In this regard, Xu Chen's master still has lingering palpitations, the icy power in this ice block isolates everything, if he can't come out of it in a short time, he will either be frozen to death, or he will be suffocated to death, and it is not as beautiful as it looks from the outside.

At this moment, Han Shi feels exactly like this.

I can't open my eyes, and even my spiritual sense can't see through this thick ice cube, and the cold in the ice cube is like a thousand small knives, piercing through the skin, and heading towards the internal organs, only the eyebrows and dantian are wrapped by two strange powers, and the cold air is not yet allowed to enter.

A strong sense of crisis arises spontaneously, and even the gray stone at the center of his eyebrows also emits a wisp of fluctuation, which makes Han Shi even more vigilant, if he lets this cold air invade his internal organs, once frozen, even if his bluestone body is close to completion, there will be a danger of life and death, all of this, but not to make Han Shi change color, what really makes him feel a sense of crisis is a sudden cold in his heart.

This cold suddenly appeared, as if freezing his body, and suddenly froze his consciousness.

"It can't be. ”

Wu Tian's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes, in this ice tribulation, he actually felt a trace of the aura of the phantom tribulation, the illusory tribulation, it was the tribulation that the infant transformation monk crossed when he broke through to the three realms of the ride, how could it appear in the Five Elements Wind and Thunder Tribulation.

There was a haze in front of him, and as the curtain gradually unfolded, what appeared in front of Han Shi was a white world, which was a snowy region, and there was only one color, white.

Han Shi's complexion changed, and he couldn't feel the Yuan Force in his body at all, and when he touched his eyebrows and dantian, he couldn't feel the breath of gray stone and Qingdan at all.

Taking a deep breath, Han Shi's face finally became solemn, although he didn't know what was going on, but it was definitely not a good thing, in this snowy region, he lost all his cultivation, and the blessings and misfortunes were unpredictable, and now he can only take one step at a time, it is not that there are no people here, but there are many figures walking around not far away, and there is a sense of the world.

It's just that after Han Shi approached, a strange feeling filled his heart.

Han Shi stood quietly, carefully looking at everyone who walked past him, and after a long time, he finally affirmed that there was something missing in this snowy region.

He can feel a continuous vitality in everyone's body, obviously these people are not dying people, and these people, their eyes are extremely smart, and their faces are smiling from time to time, but these people have one thing in common, that is, no matter what the expression on their faces, their eyes are full of ruthless light.

In it, Han Shi couldn't feel a trace of human emotion, it seemed that everyone's heart was wrapped in the snow, and even the smile on his face fell in Han Shi's eyes, which was colder than the falling snow.

Han Shi walked in the snow, regardless of the front and back, the land was also snow-white, there was no way to follow, when he was tired, he sat in the snow to rest, and when he was thirsty and hungry, he grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth.

Continue to walk until he is sleepy, Han Shi and his clothes lie in the snow under his feet and fall asleep.

This snow seems to have a strange magic, and unless you eat it, it won't melt anyway.

Han Shi didn't know where to go, he just walked aimlessly, and slowly, he got used to the gaze of others, that kind of ruthless gaze, that kind of cold gaze, that kind of ignoring gaze.

Gradually, his blood, his pride, and his thoughts were all covered by this ruthlessness.

Until one day, in his world, only this piece of cold white remains.

No one has ever walked to the end of this snowy region, and Han Shi doesn't know if he can do it, but he is still walking, as if there is a voice in his heart that is guiding him to a place.

In this snow, I couldn't feel the passage of time, and even the daylight was covered by the heavy snow curtain in the sky.

I don't know how long I walked, Han Shi rubbed his knees, bent down, and sat down in a place where the snow was thick, this place was already sparsely populated, and occasionally there were traces of people, and he was also in a hurry, without even looking at Han Shi.

Han Shi touched the top of his head expressionlessly, pulled a hair down, and looked at it in front of him, his hair was in the snow, emitting a slight light, he sneered, his hair was casually discarded aside, blown by the wind, rolled up, and fell in the snow not far away, and he couldn't find it anymore.

"Hair, like snow?"

Han Shi said in a low voice, but in his eyes, there was still indifference that went deep into the bone marrow, he had seen and seen too many things along the way, there were too many things, which made his heart like ice, and there was no longer a trace of temperature.

He once saw a couple of men and women walking together, and on the way, the man suddenly fell seriously ill and fell to the ground, but the woman behind him took this opportunity to attack with a knife, piercing the man with a knife, taking away the man's baggage, and fled quickly.

The man fell down heavily, lay on the snow, and saw him approaching, but there was an indifferent expression on his face, and he did not pay any attention to his serious injuries, and that expression was not the appearance of a hero, but a complete indifference, not only to others, but also to himself, perhaps, this is the real ruthlessness.

The man looked at his injuries, which gradually deteriorated in the wind and snow, but he always showed indifference, and he didn't even look at Han Shi until the man's body was completely covered by the wind and snow.

The man's gaze before he died has always been engraved in Han Shi's heart, and he felt for the first time what it means to be ruthless to others and to himself, and he even felt that in this snowy region, nothing is not ruthless, and even made Han Shi suspect that the depths of his soul were originally ruthless.

Han Shi has seen a lot of eyes like this man, even many children, the childishness on their faces has not disappeared, but there is already coldness in their eyes.

It seems that this world can't accommodate sentient people, and if you want to live, you can only become ruthless.

Gradually, Han Shi's gaze no longer fluctuated, no matter what happened, there was no longer any expression on his face, and his heart had already cooled.

In this world, no one has affection for him, no one needs him to have affection, and he doesn't want to have affection for anyone, and for this cold and ruthless snowy region, there is no hatred, there is only indifferent gaze.

And the faint voice in his heart was also much weaker, it seemed that he could no longer hear, without guidance, and in his indifferent gaze, for the first time, he showed a look of confusion, and he lost his direction to where he was going.

......

On the edge of the thundercloud lake, the white-haired old woman looked intently at the image on the lake, her face was as usual, but her left hand was tightly holding the dragon's head crutch, with her experience, she could naturally see at a glance that Han Shi, who was frozen in the iceberg, was in sharp decline, and the previous huge momentum was completely incomparable, with her estimate, the three hundred zhang iceberg had exceeded the limit of the Yuan Dan monk, even in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, it was difficult to escape this catastrophe.

Although the thousand-zhang stone shadow that Han Shi had shown before was amazing, it was only a phantom illusion created by the power of the bloodline after all, and compared with the three-hundred-zhang iceberg entity, it did not have the power to compete.

She didn't make a big deal, and it can even be said that she calculated it extremely accurately, but she didn't calculate that the ice tribulation that Han Shi is suffering now is not only the physical calamity, but the heart calamity that really makes Han Shi fall into a life and death crisis.

After Xu Chenzhi and Ruan Peng whispered a few times, they both looked at the crystal iceberg with solemn faces, and were silent.

The cold of the iceberg seemed to have a trace through the surface of the Thundercloud Lake, directly reflected in everyone's hearts, and those who were not cultivated enough shivered one after another.

The eyes of many monks looking at the iceberg were shocked, and it was hard to imagine how strong this chill was, and how strong would the green-shirted monk who was in the iceberg have to endure be in the cold?

The most anxious person at this moment is Wu Tian, and only he can see that the danger that Han Shi is facing at this moment is definitely not the three hundred zhang iceberg, but the invisible and untraceable phantom tribulation.