The top of the Tianshan Mountains has returned to tranquility.

After Xiao Mohe exploded with all his strength, making the mountain smooth as a mirror, the cold wind howled even more violently.

As a result, the only abrupt ice sculpture on the top of the mountain became thicker and thicker under the ravages of the wind and snow, and the frozen face of the sword master of Shu Mountain inside became more and more blurred.

After being unable to break the ice and making the sword master of Shushan become a pawn in his hands, he left Tianshan with a little regret.

The trip to the Tien Shan was overall perfect.

In any case, even if the Shushan Sword Master suddenly approached the limit, his hundreds of years of profound cultivation would not be humiliated.

But Xiao Mohe can confront it head-on, and with this alone, he is satisfied with Sadness.

The cold wind shouted, and everything on the top of the Tianshan Mountain seemed very sad, as if even the heavens and the earth were mourning for the death of the sword master of Shushan.

Until a figure slammed up to the top of the mountain.

"Division...... Master?"

Xiao Liu rubbed his eyes, looking at the unfamiliar environment in front of him in disbelief, and his gaze finally fell on the humanoid ice sculpture.

As he is also equipped with the Ice Heart Technique, of course he is no stranger to this humanoid ice sculpture, not long ago, in order to break through the higher level of the Ice Heart Technique, he even made an ice sculpture himself.

From the ice sculpture, he could vaguely see a snow-white figure, which was similar to the master in his impression, the sword master of Shushan...... How imaginable?

But how is that possible?

There is no sign of the enemy here, only an ice sculpture, is it...... The person who is frozen in ice will be his own master?

It can't be, it can't be!

Xiao Liu's face was in a hurry, and he rushed to the front of the ice sculpture with an arrow step, and suddenly a heavy chill hit his whole body, even if he himself had a strong resistance to the cold, he couldn't help but shiver.

He had only felt such a cold air in his own master, could it be that the person who was sealed was really ......

Through the overlapping ice, Xiao Liu's expression froze.

He vaguely saw that in the ice sculpture, the face of an old man covered with wrinkles was calm and indifferent.

This man......

"Division...... Master?"

From this old face, Xiao Liu vaguely saw the shadow of the sword master of Shushan, which made his heart tremble even more, Master he ...... How did it become like this?

From the time he started, the Shushan Sword Master was like an immortal myth, and he had always maintained the appearance of a beautiful son, according to the old man in the Shushan Sword Sect, it had been the case for decades.

But what's going on now?

Xiao Liu's heart trembled wildly, and he inexplicably remembered the tired look of the master before, did it have anything to do with that?

From the cold air to the familiar and unfamiliar face, Xiao Liu was already extremely sure that the person who was frozen in ice must be the Shushan Sword Master, which made him tremble.

"Who is it, who the hell is it?!"

His eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared as if he was crazy, and his eyes were even more sparkling, trying to find the enemy who had fought with Master before.

But...... The only answer to him was the howling of the wind and snow, and the echo of the emptiness that vibrated in the sky.

Bang——!

In a hurry, Xiao Liu's fist slammed on the ice sculpture, wanting to rescue the Shushan Sword Master, but what he never expected was that with his ice heart technique, he couldn't compete with the cold on the ice sculpture at all......

Can't smoke?

"Master?"

Xiao Liu was not surprised, the ice sculpture had such a reaction, could it be that the master was not dead?

Suddenly, however, his look of surprise froze, and he stared at his fist in disbelief.

Gurg...... Boom, boom...... Cha!

The fist wrapped in the ice is now frozen, and what is even more terrifying is that the ice is constantly condensing, just like that, Xiao Liu's entire forearm has been covered with a thin layer of cold ice, and the ice is still spreading upward, and the blood veins are also frozen under this cold.

"Master?!"

The shock finally appeared on Xiao Liu's face, and he struggled hard, but that arm seemed to have taken root and grown on the ice sculpture, and he couldn't pull it at all.

Cluck!

The speed at which the ice spread was accelerating, and it was useless for Ren Xiaoliu to struggle and resist, seeing that the cold ice was flowing up his arm and permeating his neck and head, Xiao Liu's face changed in horror.

Bang bang bang——!

The right fist was restrained, and he drummed up and bombarded with his left fist with all his might, but he didn't want to blast only three punches, and one punch was slower than one punch, and the third punch fell, and his left fist was also firmly glued to the ice sculpture, and his hands were all restrained at once.

The cold was cold, and it began to spread from his left fist, and this time, Xiao Liu was even more motionless, and could only open his eyes in horror, watching his sight be occupied by the cold that was climbing higher and higher.

"Hmm...... Hmmm!"

The cold closed his mouth and nose, unable to breathe, and the suffocating sensation caused his chest to rise and fall violently, but before long, even his chest stopped moving.

His whole body was covered with cold, and in front of the self-enclosed ice sculpture of the sword master of Shu Mountain, another slightly thinner but equally hard ice sculpture stood abruptly, adding another strange scenery to the top of this mountain.

The cold wind is still howling, and the top of the Tianshan Mountains is still quiet again......

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Three days later.

Jian Chen opened his eyes.

Being in an underground cave, he, together with An An and the others, have been cultivating silently for the past three days, waiting for time to pass.

Except for one person.

Huangfu Tianyi.

He didn't have a good time in the past three days, his dantian was broken and his limbs were broken, which was a serious injury that no one could bear, and Huangfu Tianyi once wondered why he was dying that day and begging for his next life.

Rather than endure the double torture of body and mind, in fact...... Death is not necessarily a bad thing.

But he still couldn't make up that determination after all, and in three days, he had thought about death countless times, but whenever he wanted to take action to cut off his meridians, he always hesitated at the last moment.

He...... I don't want to die, even if it is such a severe pain and torture, the will to survive is still vividly manifested in Huangfu Tianyi's body.

"Almost, huh?"

No one cared about Huangfu Tianyi's feelings, Jian Chen opened his eyes and saw An An's contemplative expression, she obviously woke up from her cultivation earlier than Jian Chen.

"Well, I guess so. ”

An An stood up, looked at Snake One, and said apologetically: "Uncle Snake One, I have to wronged you again." ”

The snake nodded a little, and also woke up from cultivation, the wounds on his body had been carefully bandaged and complete, but after An An's words, he tore them open without hesitation, and the wounds that had not yet fully healed suddenly came out again.

"It's okay, I still have to trouble you. ”

Blood was pouring out of his body, but the snake seemed to be unconscious, and glanced at his brother calmly.