But even Wu Tian didn't see through it, this time the illusory tribulation was by no means the illusory tribulation he experienced back then, but the physical and mental tribulations came at the same time, and the danger of this calamity was ten times more than the calamity he had crossed.

The iceberg turned by this ice catastrophe, the person who crossed the catastrophe, within the thirty-six breaths of the beginning of the ice, can still maintain the strength will not decline too much, so it must break the ice within this time limit, once it exceeds the thirty-six breaths, the person who is frozen will gradually lose his vitality, and finally, he will be frozen into an ice sculpture alive.

Those who have not experienced this kind of death will never understand how horrible it is.

Since Han Shi was sealed by the iceberg, the time of thirty breaths passed quietly, feeling the connection with the soul blood, becoming weaker and weaker, Wu Tian's face suddenly became difficult to see, this is just Han Shi to lead others to the catastrophe, it is already so dangerous, when Han Shi goes to cross his own Five Elements Wind and Thunder Tribulation in the future, it is difficult to imagine what it will be like.

If Han Shi couldn't survive this catastrophe, Wu Tian would also die with Han Shi, although he was unwilling to do this, but he never made a move.

With this level of iceberg, in the past, Wu Tian could shatter it with a single finger, and even with today's cultivation, Wu Tian only needs a few breaths to break the iceberg.

But at this moment, Wu Tian chose to remain silent.

He didn't believe that Han Shi would die like this, and that cyan figure was worth his gamble, even if the bet was his own life.

Under the silent gaze of everyone, the thirty-sixth breath passed in a blink of an eye, and the moment the thirty-seventh breath came, Han Shi's breath dissipated once again in a large way.

Time passed slowly, and at the sixtieth breath, Han Shi's breath was already imperceptible, not long ago, the green-shirted monk who was still like an emperor, but at this moment, he was like a delicate statue, sleeping quietly in the iceberg.

Perhaps, this sleep is permanent.

......

Han Shi reluctantly opened his eyes, rubbed his waist, looked at the never-ending wind and snow outside the cave, and slowly walked out, his hair was already completely white, he couldn't remember the years, he could only feel the traces of aging on his body.

Just, so what?

His right hand was at the mouth of the cave, his hands were full of wrinkled skin, and the yellow-brown spots on the back of his hands were almost connected, and his legs trembled slightly, and he was about to stop and gasp before he could take three or five steps.

Han Shi understood that he was already old, every day, he only had two or three hours to be awake, and the rest of the time was in a deep sleep, and this sleeping time was getting longer and longer, and he had a premonition that one day he would die in a deep sleep.

Just, so what?

Han Shi sat down and sat at the entrance of the cave, looking at the snowflakes flying outside, he always had a trace of confusion in his heart, he wanted to go to a place, but he couldn't remember it, he chuckled on his face, even if he remembered it now, he couldn't go.

Just, so what?

In his dreams, he often dreams of a piece of cyan, which is the color that this snowy region does not have, because the cyan is the color of spring, and here, it is always winter, even if it is supposed to be the spring season, it will be covered by the wind and snow, and there is no trace of cyan in sight.

Cyan, not here, only in dreams.

Just, so what?

The indifference in Han Shi's eyes is even worse, indifferent to this never-ending wind and snow, indifferent to this boundless snowy region, indifferent to others, indifferent to himself, indifferent to life, indifferent to death, indifferent to truth, indifferent to falsehood, indifferent to sentient beings, indifferent to ruthlessness, indifferent to all things in this heaven and earth.

Now, he has only instinct, no thought, no hope, no despair, only eternal indifference.

Just, so what?

There was nothing for him to care about, what about getting, what about losing? He was indifferent.

Just, so what?

Han Shi's face became even older, it became difficult for him to open his eyes, and after he woke up every day, it took all his strength to come to the entrance of the cave five feet away and sit down, quietly looking at the tumbling snowflakes, as if he wanted to see through the wind and snow.

If his gaze ten years ago was like ten thousand years of ice, and it was cold to his heart, then now his gaze is like a black hole, there is no sense of coldness, and there is just indifference, no matter who it is, his heart must tremble.

This kind of indifference already has a trace of the shadow of the Heavenly Dao, just like the indifference of the heavens, everywhere, but there is no trace to be found.

Just, so what?

The years are like a river, flowing quietly, and after another seven years, in the cave, Han Shi's slightly rickety figure is in the corner, his face is calm, and he gradually closes his eyes, and his breath is like a gossamer.

Slowly, the wind and snow blew in and covered him up.

Time passed breath by breath, and at the seventieth breath, Han Shi's breath disappeared completely, and even Wu Tian couldn't detect it, only the faint sense between the soul and blood remained, which still proved that Han Shi was not dead.

"Died like this, wouldn't it be cheap for you, and I haven't peeled you out yet, how can Lao Tzu be willing?" Zhang Mubai sneered, his originally handsome face was slightly distorted, and he looked extremely hideous.

Xu Chen, who was not far away, seemed to see through Zhang Mubai's thoughts, his face was cold, and he quietly retreated under his feet, coming to a place closer to the iceberg, if Zhang Mubai made a rash move, he would also stop it.

In the extreme distance from the iceberg, there is a hidden place, a man in black flashed, this person's face was cold, his right hand turned over, and a vivid copper tiger appeared, about the size of a palm, its appearance is quite similar to the white-veined tiger behind that gentleman, but its shape is more majestic.

This man in black is Jun Wuwu, although his face is a little pale at the moment, his demeanor looks calm, and he does not have the slightest sense of embarrassment, which is completely different from when he was defeated in the hands of Han Shi before.

The effect of this copper tiger is similar to that of jade jian, but it must be opened by relying on the power of blood, which has the ability to transmit sound for thousands of miles, Jun Wuwu tapped the tooth in the mouth of the copper tiger with his left hand, and the tiger tooth immediately bitten, sucked up the blood, and kept sucking nine drops before stopping and loosening the tiger's mouth and returning to its original state.

Jun Wuwu held the copper tiger and pressed it towards his forehead, the copper tiger turned into a brilliance, submerged in the forehead, inside the copper tiger, there was a spiritual thought of the contemporary ancestor of the Jun family, which could be connected to his mind, as long as it was in this abandoned place, no matter how far away, you could also talk to him directly, and even let the ancestor use spiritual thoughts, tens of thousands of miles away, to send a blow of Sancheng cultivation.

This bronze tiger that can seal spiritual thoughts is one of the treasures of the Jun family, and the number of them is not much, and Jun Wuwu, as the first person in the junior of the Jun family, is eligible to get one.

The scene around Jun Wuwu suddenly distorted, and it turned into nothingness in less than a breath, showing in front of him a space about five zhang square, the contemporary ancestor of the Jun family, sitting cross-legged in this space, looking at Jun Wuwu indifferently, with a smile on his face.

Jun Wuwu's face slowed slightly, took a step forward, and bowed.

There are always doubts in his heart, he can't understand the order of the ancestor, Jun Wuwu is only the fourth generation disciple in the Jun family, the contemporary ancestor, is his great-grandfather, in the past hundred years, the Jun family has been publicized through various channels, it seems to be prestigious, but behind it, he noticed a trace of unusual taste.

With his cultivation, Ben had already condensed the fake baby sixty years ago, if he chose to cross the tribulation at that time, he felt in his heart that at least ninety percent of the certainty of breaking through to the Yuan Infant in one fell swoop, but in order to come to this Thundercloud Island to cross the tribulation, in the past sixty years, he had to forcibly suppress the cultivation with the family secret method.

The opportunity in Thundercloud Island is not small, and it is very beneficial to the people who cross the tribulation, but if he chooses for himself, he will never waste sixty years of time in order to enter the Thundercloud Island to cross the tribulation, all this, the contemporary ancestor did not explain, there is only a strict order, and even in the past hundred years, Jun Wuwu's footprints have never stepped out of Haori City.

In addition, with the great reputation of the Jun family, there is no need to use his tribulation to make a prestige, here, there must be a reason that he does not know, and the doubts caused by this reason are even stronger the night before Jun Wufu left Haori City and went to Thundercloud Island.

The contemporary ancestor left the place where he had been in retreat for many years, and even avoided the people of the Jun family, leaving him a word.

"This catastrophe can't be crossed, it can only be cited, the word Qing, it is a chance, whether the curse of my Jun family for thousands of years can be unraveled, only in your thoughts. ”