Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Click!

The ice field beneath their feet cracked open for more than a few thousand feet in an instant, and the bone-chilling lake water rolled up into raging waves that swept across the sky, sweeping towards Yan Jinghong and Yin.

hold head high--

Under the bottomless glacial lake, there was a heart-stopping and terrifying roar.

Yin took a deep breath, and the silver gun in his hand suddenly expanded and hit the ice directly. With the help of the silver gun's expanded length, he escaped from the huge wave that swept over him.

However, although his reaction was quick, it was still full of clues.

boom!

The waves of water condensed with ice slag hit Yin's chest hard.

With the chill that invades the bone marrow, it is poured directly into the body.

"puff!"

Yin suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood with ice slag, and bursts of white smoke appeared in the blood. But with this blow, the cold air entered the body, almost killing half of Yin's life.

"It's over!"

Desperate thoughts flashed through Silver's mind.

As the third of the Ten Blades, he can be considered experienced in hundreds of battles in the Sao Feng Camp.

But there has never been a time when I felt so helpless and hopeless as at this moment.

He almost faced disaster without even seeing clearly who his opponent was.

"Boundless Cold Star! Frost God Realm!"

At this moment, a low roar sounded, and Yan Jinghong's body was covered with a layer of black ice, and his whole body turned into a translucent iceman state.

With a wave of his hand, the raging waves condensed into icicles, catching Yin falling in the air.

Yin's body continued to slide down with the icicles. Yan Jinghong took a deep breath and slapped his palms together. The icicles rumbled and spread, continuously extending, directly sending Yin's body out of the cracked area on the ice.

"Brother Yan!"

Yin stared at Yan Jinghong. Although he was out of danger, he clearly saw a huge tail fin in his sight, slapping Yan Jinghong's head hard.

Click!

The black ice that had condensed on top of Yan Jinghong's head shattered into pieces.

Then, his entire body was submerged by the lake water.

“No—brother Yan!”

Yin roared crazily, but it was already too late!

As Yan Jinghong was swallowed by the cold lake, the lake he controlled was instantly shattered.

boom!

Yin fell heavily onto the ice, and the ice lake that had originally shattered froze again.

Everything happened too fast. Looking at the snow-covered glacier, Yin clenched his fists tightly and wailed in great sorrow, "No! No! No! -"

Being swallowed by such a glacier, there is almost no possibility of survival, not to mention how many ferocious ancient behemoths lurk beneath the water.

Yin hit the ice hard, but unfortunately, there was no response under the ice.

a long time……

For a long time...

When Yin was almost unconscious and about to lose consciousness, he finally had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Miracles will never happen.

"Brother Yan, you gave me this life, and I will never forget it!"

Yin knelt on the glacier, his eyes filled with tears, and his tears were frozen into ice crystals. It was so cold that his face turned purple.

He kowtowed heavily towards the direction where Yan Jinghong was "swallowed", and then set off on the journey again.

Maybe he and Yan Jinghong didn't know each other for a long time, and they only formed a team because they fought against Fradraul together.

But at this moment, Yin's gratitude to Yan Jinghong was already engraved deep in his soul.

…

Am I dead?

I didn't expect that I, Yan Jinghong, would die trying to save others. What a travesty?

Yan Jinghong, who sank into the ice lake, felt that his consciousness seemed to be leaving his body little by little.

I remember that when he was in the Tianbai Empire, he was only a boy of eleven or twelve years old, and he was regarded as a legend and became an unparalleled existence in the empire.

If he hadn't met Ling Feng, perhaps he would have been complacent in a small place like the Tianbai Empire for the rest of his life, thinking that he was a peerless monster.

His life might be completely different from now.

He is still the domineering and unruly young man of the Yan family.

Gululu...

Gululu...

Yan Jinghong kept exhaling the breath of participation in his body. He felt that his body was sinking deeper and deeper under the ice lake, sinking deeper and deeper.

The light above has gradually faded away.

He seemed to be drawn into a bottomless abyss, and was finally swallowed up by darkness.

This time, he really died.

Yan Jinghong finally passed out completely. Although the Xuntian Ice Soul in his body automatically condensed into Xuanbing Armor to protect his whole body, over time, he would probably be directly crushed into pieces by the terrifying pressure under the ice lake.

dark!

Ice cold!

Until the final abyss, eternal sinking.

…

Huhuhu——

Amidst the ice and snow, the cold wind howled.

In the snow valley, you can vaguely see a red fire, exuding bursts of warmth.

Beside the campfire, there were an old man and a young man.

The old man had no expression on his face, sitting cross-legged and meditating by the campfire. In his eyes, there were special inscriptions floating in the shape of a yin-yang fish.

The young man had seen such inscriptions many times before.

And, never forget.

The young man stared at the old man beside him. There were too many secrets in him.

He was obviously dead, but for some reason, he came back to life again.

In the old man's words, he broke through the constraints of the seven emotions and the magic wheel, broke through the seven emotions and six desires, and was reborn in reincarnation.

It was a power he couldn't understand.

But at this moment, he is indeed a living person.

He told himself that he was free now.

Without the constraints of the Seven Emotions Demonic Wheel, he is no longer a slave, and from now on, he can walk freely between heaven and earth.

But the young man felt extremely confused about his future path.

He once stood at the top and also declined in the altar.

He once gained a moment of relief, but also fell into the devil's path because of resentment.

But in the cycles of death and rebirth, he gradually lost his way.

What am I?

Does my existence have any meaning?

Why do I die in his hands every time?

Even if I leave, will I just taste despair and failure again?

Therefore, he did not leave, but just followed the old man.

The old man did not drive him away, but took him all the way north to the Northern Cold Region in the northernmost part of the world.

The old man said that he was going to pick up something.

The young man knew that everything the old man did was probably for him.

The genius who defeated him.

He is also the old man's grandson.

Although she couldn't understand why the old man forced his own grandson to kill the old servant who raised him.

And why would he let his own grandson kill every woman he cares about?

But the young man knew that the old man must value his grandson very much.

Otherwise, there would be no need for him to carry on his decayed body in fierce battles with the terrifying giant monster under the ice sheet in the past few days.

Yes.

The old man's body was so weak that the young man would be woken up by the old man's coughing in the middle of the night every day.

The next day, he could see a dark red color buried under the nearby ice.

But the young man didn't ask anything and just followed the old man.

Since he can't find his own meaning in life.

Then, use the remaining time to accompany this old man who has given you new lives again and again.

He can always find the meaning of his existence.

Huh...huh...

The wind was strong tonight, and the chill was coming. Even the boy's natural frost body still felt a little bit chilly.

The bonfire was swaying wildly, and the boy quickly added a few logs to the fire.

Maybe a bonfire can't bring warmth, but the light can dispel the darkness.

Finally, the old man took a deep breath and seemed to have finished adjusting his breath.

He looked at the young man and said calmly: "The monsters you have to deal with tomorrow will be five, and they will be about 30% stronger than today's."

"Um."

The young man nodded, clenched his fists and said, "I will defeat them, no matter how many there are!"

The old man didn't say much, he just lay down on his side with his back to the young man, as if he didn't want the young man to see his embarrassment.

Although in the latter part of the night, he would cough so hard that he could hardly stand upright.

"As far as I know, you should be a medical saint, right? That guy's medical skills are very powerful. You are his grandfather. Why don't you cure your own disease first?"

The young man looked at the old man's back and finally couldn't help but ask.

"If the treatment is good, do I still need to wait until today?"

The old man did not turn around, but just turned his back to the young man and said slowly: "It is a miracle that I can survive to this day due to the injuries caused by the powerful immortal."

"Immortal way..."

The young man showed a trace of confusion, "Are there really immortals in this world? At the peak of martial arts?"

"The ultimate martial arts can control the sky. It cannot become an immortal, it can only become empty."

The old man took a deep breath and said slowly: "Even in my realm, in front of the immortal realm, I am just an ant. But what that child has to face is countless powerful immortals in the immortal realm!"

"Even you..."

The young man was stunned.

In his eyes, if there were immortals in the world, maybe the old man in front of him would be an existence like an immortal.

But at this moment, the old man told himself that in the eyes of the powerful immortals, he was just an ant.

Is there really such an incredibly powerful being in this world?

And he...

Does he really have to face such a terrifying enemy?

In comparison, who do you think you are?

"I can't help him."

The old man shook his head and took a deep breath, "This is the limit of my broken body."

Perhaps it was because the old man was in slightly better physical condition today that he rarely spoke much today.

In fact, it is many times more than all the words put together these days.

"Why do you become enemies with the powerful immortals? What are your identities?"

The young man couldn't help but ask.

"Do you want to hear a story?"

The old man suddenly sat up, raised his palm and placed it on the burning bonfire.

The red flames reflected his face all red.

"Yes." The young man nodded, "If you are willing to say it."

"That's a long, long story..."

The old man took a deep breath and said, "The protagonists of the story are two very powerful races. One is the Heavenly Dao, the other is the Xuntian..."

…

…

The old man's story was very long. When he finished telling it, the sky gradually became brighter.

In the young man's heart, waves of turmoil arose.

It turns out that the old man in front of me actually has such an origin, and that guy is his grandson, which means...

They are all descendants of the Tiandao clan!

Oh my God!

No wonder that guy is such a monster.

But this also means that once he steps into the martial arts, he will definitely be hunted down by the Xuantian clan.

If it is not strong enough, there is only a dead end.

The expression on the young man's face changed again and again.

He actually wanted to compete with the Son of Heaven.

How ridiculous!

"Do you think your qualifications are too poor and you are not qualified to compare with him?"

The old man suddenly stared into the young man's eyes and said slowly: "The fact that you can break through the Seven Emotions Demonic Wheel has proven that you are extraordinary. If there is anyone else in this world who is qualified to fight alongside him, perhaps it is you. ”

"I?"

The young man pointed at himself, shook his head and laughed, "Even if it is true, I don't want to fight alongside him."

For a teenager, that guy is his nightmare.

It's okay to die once in his hands.

But he died in his hands time and time again.

He didn't want to face this nightmare again.

"What if I said that you can only find your own meaning by following him?"

The old man stared at him, "You have been searching for your own meaning. I can't give you the answer, but he can."

The young man clenched his fists, "You just want me to help him, right? After all, he is your grandson."

"You can think so, but your fate and his are always connected. Do you think this is really just a coincidence?"

The old man didn't say anything, he just raised his finger and touched the young man's forehead lightly.

A light red light followed the young man's eyebrows and directly merged into his spiritual sea.

Then, it disappeared again, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

"When one day you realize it, I think you will be able to master this power."

The old man slowly exhaled a breath, looked up at the sky, and murmured to himself: "The sky...is bright again."

He stood up slowly, extinguished the bonfire, and continued moving towards the depths of the snow valley.

"Ling..."

The young man clenched his fist and raised his hand to touch his forehead, "What is that? Is it the power he left me?"

Shaking his head to throw those distracting thoughts away, the young man followed quickly.

Today, he has to face a more terrifying and powerful beast.

…

What is my point?

What is the purpose of my existence?

Yan Jinghong's body continued to sink into the dark and cold abyss.

However, a sudden realization popped into his mind, and his body trembled.

Then Gululu spit out a few bubbles.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a light red light flickered between his eyebrows.

Getting brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

Finally, Yan Jinghong's body, shrouded in red light, gradually regained its temperature.

"Maybe I haven't found my meaning yet, but before I find the answer, I will never die like this! My path is to fight side by side with Ling Feng!"

Yan Jinghong clenched his fist tightly, and the red light between his eyebrows revived his whole body instantly.

He is the Holy Body of Frost, and he has the power of ice soul to patrol the sky.

So what if it sinks into an icy lake?

"We must find a way to get out of here as soon as possible!"

Yan Jinghong used the power of the sky-scanning ice soul in his body to transform into the form of an ice man again. Instead of floating up, he chose to continue diving.

He could sense that there was a force calling him deep in the bottom of the lake.

(Ding! Yan Jinghong’s plug-in has arrived. Will Ling Feng’s plug-in be far behind?)