But the next moment, after the green-shirted monk blinked, this silver eye suddenly turned into a green eye, a hazy green intent, instantly crossed the sky, filled the whole world, even the black and white peaks and white clouds, at this moment, under the shroud of green will, turned into green mountains and green clouds, a warm meaning, into everyone's heart.

The next moment, Qingyi disappeared instantly, replaced by a pair of black and white eyes, which had a sense of vicissitudes.

It's just that in the eyes of these vicissitudes of life, the next moment revealed an indescribable anger, this anger, under Han Shi's calm face, made everyone who saw it tremble, this anger Han Shi had never had, this was anger against the sky.

His memory, his heart will never allow anyone to tamper with, even if it is this day, it will not work, he is a stone cultivator, with the pride of stone, if there is anything between heaven and earth that has the heart of fighting with the sky, stone must be one of them.

He is the stone, and he wants to fight with the sky, and this time he won the fight.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, Han Shi's right hand flashed with silver light, and thousands of silver thunderbolts were shining in the ice, and the roaring sound was loud everywhere he went, bringing a loud sound to the sky.

The thunder in the ice is much slower than ordinary thunder and lightning, and the picture formed is beautiful and extraordinary, but it is this trace of beauty that contains a monstrous rage, but others can't feel it, just a blow, the three hundred zhang iceberg, in the roar turned into countless ice chips.

A figure in a green shirt walked slowly down in mid-air, his face was as usual, he turned a blind eye to the people watching all this from afar, his anger had disappeared the moment he stepped on the ground, and turned into calm, this anger did not really disappear, but was forcibly pressed down by it, and submerged in his heart.

Wu Tian didn't say anything to congratulate, he knew that for Han Shi, such a catastrophe could not be called a catastrophe of life and death, all he could do was to do his best to give Han Shi some experience help, and there was nothing else.

After Han Shi nodded slightly towards Wu Tian, he nodded his eyebrows, and Wu Tian turned into a streamer of light and disappeared.

Han Shi pondered a little, took a step, and the figure disappeared suddenly, as the sky clouds slowly dispersed, the image of the thundercloud lake gradually dissipated, but everyone still refused to disperse for a long time, and the scene of the green-shirted monk breaking the ice was too shocking, and it also made many people who thought that this person had disappeared, and the shadow in their hearts suddenly dispersed, and a trace of confidence quietly filled their hearts.

This also adds a little confidence to the fact that many years later, when these people crossed the catastrophe, from this point of view, these people have inherited the blessing of Han Shi.

And the image of this lake is also quite special, once someone crosses the catastrophe in the thundercloud island, it will show the image, as if it is for people to see, once the catastrophe cloud dissipates, this image will disappear, this matter is quite bizarre, there have been people who have specially investigated but returned in vain, over time, no one cares about this matter anymore, only the process of the catastrophe is concerned, there is no image, the only thing that can make everyone pay attention is the thundercloud list.

The Thundercloud List is a ten-zhang high stone monument standing by the lake, and its peculiarity is that it can automatically show the time when each monk who entered the island was teleported out of the island, so as to divide the ranking.

The first three, for thousands of years, have been surrounded by the inner three cities, and the outer seven cities have never had a chance to get involved, but this time, it is not the same, the green-shirted monk, with such a strong cultivation, has become the first popular candidate, among the people by the lake, there are even good people who open a gamble, that was originally defaulted to the first Jun Wuwu, at this time has been left behind by the green-shirted monk, becoming the second.

Han Shi's identity was quickly recognized, and Changhai City, which has always been not very famous, has become the focus of everyone's attention at this moment.

All the monks from Changhai City, as long as they have seen Han Shi, will be surrounded by many monks, complimenting, hoping to get more news about Han Shi from his mouth.

Han Shi's figure is clear and blurred again, this is the end of the world is close to the magic power, this kind of magic power from the surface, and the teleportation of the Yuanying monk is very similar, he came to a no-man's land thousands of miles away from the top of the mountain, released his spiritual sense, probed around a little later, then put his mind at ease, his right hand a little eyebrows, the whole person instantly entered the gray stone, in this thundercloud secret realm, everywhere to Han Shi with a strange feeling, those dense caves, are bottomless, and among them is the path twists and turns, people can't tell the direction, this huge peak, in Han Shi's eyes does not look like a natural formation。

Ever since Han Shi saw the huge turtle beast, he had a trace of conjecture, but he was attracted by the Heavenly Tribulation at that time, and he didn't have time to think about it, and in addition, there was one more thing that made him even more suspicious.

Han Shi glanced at Wu Tian, who was meditating cross-legged, did not speak, and directly entered the space in the huge six-mangstone stone, this space is the most reassuring place for Han Shi at the moment, here, he can control everything as long as his mind moves, he knows very well that this is actually the power of the gray stone, he is just borrowing it temporarily.

As soon as he entered, the shadow of the black and white ashlar resurfaced behind him.

This time, under his deliberate control, the lower stone did not unfold, but slowly shrank and was held in his hand, carefully looking at the black and white ashlar, Han Shi's heart floated with a heart-to-heart cordiality.

This stone is the natal stone condensed by his artistic conception, when he built the foundation, he condensed two natal stones, the first is the seven-pointed bluestone that is integrated into Qingdan, and the other is this black and white ashlar, when this stone was quickly integrated into the bloodline, so that he has not had the opportunity to observe carefully.

"No matter how you look at it, you can only see a maximum of three faces......"

Han Shi muttered to himself, even if he exudes his spiritual sense to see, no matter which angle he can see, he can only see three sides, this square stone obviously has six sides, but it will never appear more than three sides in front of people's eyes, that is, at least three sides will never be seen, even if it is turned over endlessly.

"There are three sides, as if they are avoiding me. Han Shimu looked strange and fell into deep thought.

"That's not right!"

This ashlar looks like it is only black and white, but it is not the case in the process of flipping, this matter Han Shi did not notice before, two of the three sides are indeed black and white, but there is always one side is not pure black, nor pure white, but gray, this gray blends into black and white, if you don't look carefully, you will ignore.

"Black, White, Grey ....."

It's obviously black and white ashlar, but there is a third color ------ gray, why is this the solution?

Is there anything in common with this gray stone?

Han Shi thought hard for a long time and shook his head, his memory of the Shi clan was still too little, if there was a senior Shi Xiu here at this moment, he would definitely be able to understand the mystery of this matter.