Frozen Lake City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info?? w?w?w?.? an ice tower with a crystal clear body without a trace of artificial excavation stands in the center of the city, the ice tower is ten thousand feet high, but the tower body is not stout, looking from a distance like a sword piercing the sky shining in the sun.

The name of this pagoda is the South Spire, and how such a strange name came from is unknown to anyone other than the owner of the Ice Tower, Bingwei Immortal Venerable Yi Han, but this does not prevent everyone who practices and lives in and out of the city from considering it as their protector.

The South Minaret is the symbol of the Ice Lake City, and the Bingwei Immortal Venerable is the only owner of the South Minaret, he lives on the top of the tower, looking down at everything below, and raising his hand to touch the sky, which is where the momentum of a Venerable monk should be.

Today's south spire breaks the convention of thousands of years, and the atmosphere seems to be very different from the past, a little less cold and silent, but a little more uneasy and solemn.

At the top of the ice tower is a platform with a radius of tens of zhang, and the platform is empty except for a bed that exudes a heavy cold air, and at this time there is a middle-aged man with a solemn face lying high on the ice bed, and several monks in different costumes stand respectfully with their hands down a few feet away from the ice bed.

The middle-aged man turned a blind eye to the few people in front of him who didn't dare to move, his eyes were slightly closed, and the two white gases in the inhalation were like life in front of him and behind him, and half an hour passed, he completed the process of inhaling and breathing, sighed lightly, the man opened his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "How is the matter for you to check?"

Among the several people opposite, an old man in white stepped forward half a step, bowed down and said, "Qi Yu Ancestor, we haven't found the whereabouts of the scattered cultivator named Ishikawa yet, we only sent Yi Min alone, is there a shortage of manpower, do you want to send him a few more helpers?"

"No, you don't understand...... I can't say more. The middle-aged man refused the old man's request without any hesitation.

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again, and inhaled again, this time for a full hour, "Have you gotten any clues about the Wood Clan Demon Cultivators and Body Refining Cultivators who may appear nearby in the near future?"

The old man felt that a chill could not be dispelled for no reason, he could only lower his head and replied in a low voice: "We organized people to pay attention to the surrounding trends at all times, consulted a large number of ancient classics, and asked a few monks who were good friends with the city, but they did not get an accurate answer. ”

The middle-aged man didn't have any displeased expression at his answer, he just said lightly: "I thought about it for a few days, and I roughly had a vague idea in my heart, it's normal if you can't find clues, go down, I will retreat for a period of time after that, and no one should go close to the tower within a hundred feet." ”

Everyone saluted respectfully, turned around and walked out slowly, just after a few steps, a middle-aged man's voice came from behind him: "As for the matter of tracking down the scattered cultivation of Ishikawa, let Yi Min deal with it alone, no one can interfere on their own." ”

The body of the last person trembled slightly, and then as everyone turned around, he responded: "Obey the decree of the Ancestor (Immortal Venerable)." ”

"Let's go down. The man closed his eyes again.

The platform regained its calm again, Yi Han moved his body, and sat cross-legged instead, the ice bed rose like a dreamlike white mist completely enveloped him, and it didn't take long for the white mist to be mixed with many faint Yin Hong, and several irrepressible coughs sounded from the white mist.

A quarter of an hour later, the white mist dissipated, and with a slight move from Yi Han's fingers, a second white mist rose again from the ice bed, covering his body again.

After a few days, when the last white mist rose, it was almost impossible to see the red mixed in it, and the Ice Wei Immortal Venerable did not stop his movements until this time, and slowly got up and got out of the ice bed.

Just if you look closely, you will find that Yi Han's body looks a little weak at this time, and there is no momentum at all that a venerable-level great monk has changed color in the sky, he slowly paced to the edge of the tower platform, pressed his hands on the railing and looked towards the south, and his face seemed to have a solemn look that his descendants had never seen before.

After a long time, Yi Han's gaze turned to the magnificent Ice Lake City below, which was the result of his life's work, and he could not tolerate the slightest destruction and desecration from others, for Yi Feng's killing, Yi Han was definitely not as calm and indifferent as he was in front of all the children just now.

Although Yi Feng is only one of his descendants, his talent and cultivation have not reached the point where he can attract his attention and cultivate with all his might, and even Yi Feng himself is just a name and a symbol in his heart, but in any case, this is also his descendant of Yi Han, and he is the descendant of Ice Lake City, and being killed by an unknown small cultivator like this greatly damaged the majesty and face of Ice Lake City.

Others are afraid of Bingwei Immortal Venerable, but it doesn't mean that they are afraid of every disciple of Ice Lake City, if they suddenly kill someone and then run away thousands of miles, how many people in Ice Lake City can track down and take revenge, not to mention that some places are not willing to set foot easily even in the name of his Bingwei Immortal Venerable.

When the news first reached his ears, it was not a crisis for Yi Han, but it was definitely an excellent opportunity, and this matter gave him an excellent excuse to use it to sort out and suppress and win over the nearby scattered cultivators and small sects, as for the rumored scattered cultivator Ishikawa, as long as he showed his head, he would be wiped out casually, and he would not waste a moment of time at all.

But the development of things was completely beyond Yi Han's expectations, that day he had just made up his mind, and before he could make any arrangements, two mysterious monks quietly appeared on the south spire, and their elusive momentum made him feel no warning even if he had already broken out.

The Immortal Venerable strong man naturally has the majesty of the Immortal Venerable powerhouse, after rejecting the invitation of the two to let him join a certain organization, the battle suddenly unfolded in a narrow area of dozens of zhang at the top of the tower, and after a snort, the battle ended abruptly as at the beginning.

Every time he thought of that one-touch fight, Rao Yi who was already as hard as a 10,000-year-old Xuan Bing Dao heart couldn't help but tremble, in his eyes, the two monks who were originally not very surprising showed boundless power as soon as they made a move, even with the cooperation of the South Spire that blessed countless Dao Talismans, he was completely unable to resist, fortunately, the two of them only stopped after each shot once, otherwise he Yi Han would definitely not be the end of only a few minor injuries now. (To be continued.) )