Two minutes later, Hu Xiao said helplessly: "At most, in one minute, this barrier will also be broken." ”

Fortunately, this time their faces were normal, and they didn't vomit blood, so if they held on again, it was estimated that they would be able to hold on for a few more minutes.

But what is the use of just holding on, barely maintaining this barrier that is bound to be shattered? After the barrier is broken, if we have no other way, it is estimated that it will really turn into pulp.

After about ten seconds, cracks began to appear in the barrier, and fine lines spread, like a life-threatening poison.

The poison may be sweet, but this wind is estimated to only make people extremely bitter.

The light sound of "click" was so clear in the wind, which made Hu Xiao's faces change.

Is it finally going to break, I thought to myself, still not realizing how terrible the wind must be.

A few seconds later, when a chill came from the top of my head, poured in from my back and spread throughout my body, I shivered, "It's cold." ”

The only thing that answered me was the howling wind and the falling snow.

As for Hu Xiao, the people were pale, barely standing with their teeth, and their hair was already frosty.

I wipe, said okay wind, why is there still snow?

And this temperature is low, and even the consummation realm can't resist it.

It's also thanks to the fact that the breath in my body is a little abnormal, otherwise I would have been frozen into an ice lump by this time.

But at the moment, I can only barely support it, and I still have the strength to open my mouth just now, but now I don't even have the strength to move my mouth.

This scene reminds me of what happened in Tibet some time ago, but at that time, the breath in my body could keep out the cold and break the suppression of the realm. And now, I can't do anything but hold on.

The cold wind brought a blizzard, but other than that, there seemed to be no other anomaly.

The barrier was still unbroken, but there were a few more cracks and some wind pouring in.

And these winds were extremely cold, blowing around people like knives, but they did not further destroy this barrier.

So at this moment, we became soybeans in the soymilk machine, stirred by the wind.

What happens to the hard soybeans that become soft without stirring after soaking, and our bodies gradually become ice cubes?

Is it a piece of ice slag that is broken into pieces, the eyes are the eyes, the hands are the hands, or it is directly turned into a lump of meat puree.

However, either case is not what I want. I don't even want to accept anything that would save me just part of my organs and still survive. After all, life is so beautiful, and there is not so much beauty in mutilation.

So in the strong wind, I gritted my teeth and urged the exercises in my body to the extreme.

The wind is very fierce right now, but my heart is also extremely cold. As for the one who blows and blows, I don't know where to blow my pride and indulgence.

I can't find that pride, but I don't need to pretend to be proud anymore. I simply lay down on the blanket and imagined myself as a feather and a speck of dust.

The wind can uproot the tree, but it doesn't necessarily blow the grass to pieces. However, this is not enough.

If only I could absorb the wind, I gritted my teeth, I thought to myself.

The next moment, when another gust of wind poured into me, I began to feel that something was wrong.

If the wind was blowing with a knife, then the wind turned into water droplets.

Although it is cold and wet, it is much less lethal.

Even so, my eyes were closed by the wind and the blizzard, and my consciousness gradually blurred.

In the last trace of clarity, I still held on to the exercises.

The cold wind entered my body, and my blood gradually coagulated, and my whole person turned into a lump of ice from the inside out.

Strangely, even so, my consciousness had not yet dissipated, and I even knew everything in my body clearly.

A cyan aura gradually emerged, melting away the cold ice in his body. And then it mingled with the cold wind.

One cyan and one wind, one cold and one warm, two equal forces tortured me unspeakably.

Damn, as for torturing me like this? I complained.

But I'm so reluctant, what about laughing at them?

I was shocked and wanted to see how they were.

However, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't open his eyes for a minute.

At this moment, I began to panic, afraid that when I opened my eyes, I would see a bad picture.

I hurriedly tried to use my consciousness to stimulate the operation of the exercises in my body and force the cold wind away.

But with the thoughts, not to mention the cyan, even the exercises in my body did not shake half a point according to my consciousness.

They are just fighting on their own, like lovers who have been reunited for a long time, hugging each other tightly but unwilling to separate, and no one can shake them.

You guys, it's okay if the cyan wood spirit aura doesn't listen to me, why is the exercise in my body not obedient at all.

At the moment, I have no choice but to complain.

The next moment, a water color suddenly appeared, and it was entangled with the two powers.

One or two monks would still have water to drink, but three monks would not have water to drink. What happens if those three breaths appear at the same time?

As a result, the meridians in my body will be shattered by the breath of the wind, and the breath of the wood spirit will be repaired after a while.

However, in the entanglement with the cold wind, the aura of the water spirit partially turned into an ice blade, cutting off my meridians again.

Fortunately, the remaining part, together with the wood spirit breath, repaired them one by one.

After all, it wasn't his own, and he actually rebelled so quickly.

Looking at the performance of the water spirit breath, I complained, but I remembered that the wood spirit breath didn't seem to be mine either, otherwise the three of them would have rebelled together, and I guess they would have been able to GG directly.

It's no wonder that these two breaths don't listen to me, it turns out that they haven't merged with me yet.

Thinking of this, I no longer tried to control all the breaths at once, but just ran the exercises with all my heart.

And so, the weak power that belonged to me finally began to flow, like a fire falling into the forest.

A spark can start a prairie fire, and a weak power will slowly grow.

Sometimes it takes a long time, sometimes it's just a moment.

After the exercises were running normally, the three powers also sped up, and at the same time, the cyan beads suddenly appeared.

The moment it appeared, the three powers of wind, water, and wood instantly surged towards the beads. It's as if the flowing water has suddenly encountered a big hole.

With a place to stay, those forces finally stopped tormenting me, the ice in my body instantly dissipated, and my body temperature continued to rise.

At the same time, the consciousness gradually cleared up, and the eyes could finally be opened.

It's just that the moment I open my eyes, there is only a tumbling white mass in my field of vision.

Feeling the power that seemed to tear everything apart, I suddenly felt panic, and I raised the Void Eye as I could see what was happening to them.