Above the Immortal Cultivation

In his opinion, it was uncertain whether the island was a closed space or not big enough. The moment the cold air escaped, he had turned into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

It was precisely because of the vastness of the island that they shared the cold air and survived.

Another point is that if one's own magic power is deep enough, under the wash of the vast and thick spiritual energy, the frozen blocks within a radius of fifty miles will eventually be consumed bit by bit.

No matter how cold the treasure in the lake is, it cannot withstand the harvest of time and the erosion of the boundless spiritual energy. Sooner or later, it will be compressed into a small place with the coldness that freezes to the bone.

Maybe a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even longer.

Just encourage yourself, Wang Lu can't last this long.

It's time to make a decision.

Rather than waiting for death, it is better to fight to the death.

Thinking about all the experiences he had experienced, especially the scene where he fought for his life across the river in the Colorful Palace, after condensing the Nascent Soul, due to the greatly increased spiritual awareness and wisdom in all aspects, he had already analyzed that he was destined to die but survived. A rough idea.

It was the help of his unique transformation elixir Xiaolu and the powerful fairy vine gourd that allowed him to escape death.

Now Xiaolu is in danger, and there is no trace of the gourd. The only thing left is to rely on himself.

He originally had the joy of trying to get the treasure, but he didn't expect that a huge trap was revealed, which put him in a desperate situation. The matter was caused by himself, and he had to solve it with his own hands.

After thinking for a thousand times, he rejected countless ways, but there was only one possibility that might allow him to break free from prison and survive in death.

Old god, I hope you are not telling lies, otherwise, I, Wang Lu, will be doomed today and will never die again.

Wang Lu's eyes were half open and half closed, thinking silently:

When the snow melts, everything revives, moistening everything silently, meticulously, all movements, all fluctuations, the snow pupils shine, there is nothing to hide, and you can see the fire...

This is the clear meaning of the opening chapter of "Xue Tong Jue", which is appropriate and exquisitely explained.

At the same time, the index fingers and thumbs of both hands touched each other, and the two eyes appeared vividly. The "Snow Eye Technique" technique ran naturally, and an extremely cold invisible silk thread "swish" shot in from a tiny pore of his body, like a The Genhan needle instantly opened a miniature blood orifice in his body.

"ah!"

Wang Lu let out a sharp pain that was as if it penetrated the bone marrow and was extremely cold. Kui Niu's black light swarmed over him, and he felt slightly better.

at the same time:

"Click, click."

Like a bolt of lightning across the night, lighting up his journey.

Wang Lu was overjoyed. The rich Kui Niu black light accumulated in his body, and the stabbed hidden hole was suddenly stimulated and opened.

This crisp note, like metal hitting ice, instantly reached his ears. Wang Lu smiled, and two cold air threads as light as light smoke floated into his hands and eyes like fish, and then transformed by the weak breath coming from the hidden hole. , turned into two clear and sweet ice spirits and entered his eyes in an instant.

"Yeah!"

Wang Lu couldn't help but let out an endless feeling of comfort.

Two cold mysterious auras kept wandering in his eyes, and when they were quickly exhausted, two more auras flew in...

Over and over again, the cycle continues.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be shocked on the spot. They saw Wang Lu's eyes wide open unconsciously. Hundreds of icy frost-colored silk threads were intertwined and circled in his eyes, quietly and without leaving any trace, changing the eyes in his pupils. All structures in...

"Click, click."

The second nameless acupuncture point opened, and the cold breath was like an arrow flying to the fingers and eyes. A warm breath came from the acupoint, and the two phases were combined, turning into two streams of shining cold air that fell into Wang Lu's eyes.

Continuous and continuous.

...

There are no years of cultivation, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lu looked at the invisible icicles that had doubled in size indifferently. He found that his body space had invisibly gained a large area, enough to move freely, but it was limited to this area.

Twenty-five miles away, everything turned into nothingness, empty, corrupt and dilapidated, forming a sharp contrast with the green surroundings.

This goes to show the cold power of the treasure in the lake, it’s so terrifying.

"return."

A magic spell was played, and the sealed seven blades seemed to wake up from an eternal dream. They were personified and were stunned for a moment, wanting to return to him.

"Crack, click, click, click, click."

The emerald green blade suddenly made the sound of seven cracks.

Wang Lu was shocked and turned pale. He walked to the side of the Seven Blades and glanced at it. "I'm a good boy. Fortunately, it's nothing serious. It can recover after a few years of gentle care."

At the beckoning moment, the seven-edged baby swallow returned to its nest and was swallowed by the Nascent Soul.

The moment he missed the mark just now almost frightened him out of his mind. If the seven blades were destroyed due to his careless move, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

At the same time, while Wang Lu was moving, a graceful female editor with extremely beautiful appearance stopped and looked at him in disbelief with her beautiful eyes wide open.

Hey, finally someone is here.

Since the entire world within twenty-five miles was frozen invisibly, she could only look at the dead man's road that was frozen.

Presumably in her eyes, no matter who it is, they are all destined to die in such an extreme cold. Seeing that they miraculously survived like a resurrection, no matter how calm they are, they will be shocked.

After a brief feeling, he found that the coldness of the lake was within his acceptable range, but he might as well avoid going into the water.

However, if you don’t go into the water, how can you get out?

From this point of view, a trip to the lake is finally inevitable.

Looking at the female cultivator whose mouth was big enough to fit an egg, Wang Lu gave her a brilliant smile, and then he sank down in front of her eyes, without a shadow.

"Ah!"

Although Wang Lu wrapped the yellow talisman cloud tightly and mobilized all his mana and physical strength, the indescribable cold still penetrated through his pores, freezing him blue in an instant.

He shouted in his heart, straightened his body completely, almost sticking to the surface of the lake, and tried his best to escape 25 miles away.

"Gaga gaga gaga..."

Hundreds of freezing sounds rang in Wang Lu's body, his speed was getting slower and slower, and his body couldn't help but fall into the water at a high speed.

"Fight!"

There was still 300 feet to go, and he shook out all his mana and strength in one breath, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and the high-grade sky-supporting stick turned into a golden sun to block the strange cold.

His body was warm like the sun, and he got a moment of respite.

In an instant, his body was like a fleeting meteor, passing through the frozen twenty-five miles in a flash of lightning.

At the same time, with a light tap of his magic power, a deep red blood-colored ball of light suddenly exploded at the edge of the twenty-five miles.

In the gloomy eyes of the female cultivator, the living dead king Lu disappeared without a trace, and lost all his broken aura in an instant.

She had nowhere to find him.