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

The iceberg turned into this ice catastrophe, the person who crossed the ice within the thirty-six breaths of the beginning of the ice, and 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 be frozen into an ice sculpture, this kind of death, people who have not experienced it, will never understand how terrifying it is.

Since Han Shi was sealed by the iceberg, the time of thirty breaths passed quietly, and he felt the connection with the soul blood, which became weaker and weaker.

Wu Tian's face suddenly became difficult to see, this was just Han Shi to lead others to the catastrophe, and it was already so dangerous, it was hard to imagine what it would be like when Han Shi went to cross his own Five Elements Wind and Thunder Tribulation in the future.

If Han Shi can't survive this catastrophe and die on the iceberg, Wu Tian will die with Han Shi, although he is unwilling, but he has never made a move, this level of iceberg, Wu Tian was at the peak, he shattered it under one finger, even at this moment, he could break the iceberg in a few breaths.

Wu Tian chose to be silent.

He didn't believe that Han Shi would die like this, and that cyan figure was worth his gamble, even if it was his 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, at the sixtieth breath, Han Shi's breath was already imperceptible, not long ago he was like an emperor like the green-shirted monk, at this moment, like a delicate statue, sleeping quietly in the iceberg, perhaps, this sleep is forever.

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

He knew in his heart that he was old, and that every day, he was awake for only two or three hours, and the rest of the time he was asleep, and that he had a premonition that one day he would die in his slumber.

Just, so what?

Han Shi sat down, sat at the entrance of the cave and looked 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, he chuckled on his face, now, even if he remembered, he couldn't go.

Just, so what?

In his dreams, he often dreams of a piece of cyan, which is a color that is not found in this snowy region, because that blue is the color of spring, and this is always winter, even if it is supposed to be the spring season, it will be covered by the wind and snow and cannot see a trace of cyan, cyan does not belong 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 land, 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, and indifferent to all things in this heaven and earth.

Now he has only instinct, no thought, no hope and 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, and 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 trying to see through the wind and snow.

If his gaze ten years ago was like ten thousand years of ice, and his eyes were cold to the heart, then his gaze now is like a black hole, there is no sense of coldness, some are just indifferent, and no matter who it is, his heart trembles.

This kind of indifference already has a trace of the shadow of the Heavenly Dao, just like the indifference of the heavens, everywhere but without a trace.

Just, so what?

The years are like a river, flowing quietly, and after another seven years, in the cave, Han Shi's slightly clumsy figure is in the corner, his face is calm, he gradually closes his eyes, and his breath is like a gossamer, and slowly, the wind and snow blow in, covering 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, and Han Shi was not dead.

"If you die like this, wouldn't it be cheaper for you, and I haven't peeled you out of your heart, so 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.

Far away from the iceberg, there is a hidden place, a man in black flashed, this person's face was cold, and a vivid copper tiger appeared in his right hand, about the size of a palm, and his look was quite similar to the white-striped tiger behind Na Jun Wuwu, but its shape was more majestic.

This man in black is none other than Jun Wuwu.

Although his face was a little pale at the moment, his demeanor seemed calm, and he did not have the slightest sense of embarrassment, which was 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 teeth in the mouth of the copper tiger with his left hand, and the tiger teeth immediately bitten, pierced his fingers and sucked up the blood, and he sucked nine drops before stopping, and let go of the tiger's mouth to restore its original state.

Jun Wuwu held the copper tiger and pressed it towards his forehead, and the copper tiger turned into a ray of brilliance and disappeared into his forehead.

The bronze tiger is branded with a spiritual thought of the contemporary ancestor of the Jun family, which can be connected to his mind, as long as it is in this abandoned place, no matter how far away, you can also talk to him directly, and even let the ancestor use the spiritual thought, tens of thousands of miles away, to send a blow of thirty percent of the strength.

This bronze tiger that can seal the spiritual mind is one of the treasures of the Jun family, and the number of them is not much, 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 sixty years ago, he had successfully condensed the fake baby, if he chose to cross the tribulation at that time, he felt in his heart, at least ninety percent sure of breaking through to the Yuan Infant Stage in one fell swoop, but in order to come to this Thundercloud Island to cross the catastrophe, 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 catastrophe, but if he chooses by himself, he will never waste sixty years of time in order to enter the Thundercloud Island Catastrophe.

All this, the contemporary ancestor did not explain, there is only a strict order, 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 catastrophe to prestige, there must be a reason that he does not know, and the doubts caused by this reason are more and more intense 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 quoted, the word green is a chance, whether the curse of my Jun family for thousands of years can be unraveled, only in your thoughts. ”