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At this moment, Ye Chunyang seemed to be in a life-or-death situation.

Ever since he saw Sun Quan activate the "Strong Blood Curse", he did not dare to use this technique rashly, lest it would be ineffective to kill the opponent, but he would be damaged a lot, and then he would become someone else's fish.

"A gentleman will not stand in danger of the city. This old demon with silver deficiency is far better than me in cultivation. You must not confront him head-on!"

Seeing the old demon Yinxu chasing after him, Ye Chunyang gritted his teeth and finally stopped the desperate idea of ​​activating the "Hard Blood Curse", then threw out the Ancient Dragon Prison Flag and continued to run away.

He knew in his heart that although the Prisoner Dragon Ancient Flag contained mysteries, it was only an average magical weapon after all. It would never be able to trap a master in the magic stage like Old Demon Yinxu. However, as long as he could stop the opponent for a moment, he could win one more point. A chance to escape.

"Little tricks."

Yinxu Sanren held it in disdain and did not even activate the magic weapon. With just a slight roll of his sleeves, the powerful magic power covered the Prisoner Dragon Ancient Flag and shook it back from afar.

When it fell back into Ye Chunyang's hands, the flag had become dim and lost its spiritual power.

Ye Chunyang's surprise was not trivial. The Prisoner Dragon Ancient Flag was an ancient magic weapon. He had not been damaged in a head-on fight with Li Hong in the Tianmai Treasure House, but now he was beaten into scrap by this old demon's move. His strength was truly incredible.

This time, he didn't dare to stop at all. He raised his spiritual power to the maximum limit and turned into light and shadow with Ye Xiaobao to escape for hundreds of miles.

"The boy is quite fast, but unfortunately, you can't escape from my grasp."

Yinxu Sanren showed a playful cat-and-mouse manner, and leisurely chased after him with his hands behind his back.

During this time, he continued to encounter obstacles from various talismans and magic formations, and even many high-quality magic weapons appeared, but they still could not stop him from pursuing him.

But after this situation lasted for ten days, Yinxu Sanren showed impatience on his face.

Along the way, although Ye Chunyang couldn't stop him, he could always keep a distance from him, making him feel helpless.

"Hey! Let's see where you can escape!"

Yinxu Sanren's face was sullen and he roared loudly.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Just as he was walking in front of him, Ye Chunyang suddenly felt that his figure was sluggish, and the air and mist around him became solid and solid, shaking him back.

But in the distance, Yinxu Sanren's arms stretched infinitely and quickly appeared above him, about to capture him.

"Aerial chemical!"

Ye Chunyang had a look of shock on his face. It was obvious that this was another trick of the old demon Yinxu. When he reached the magic stage, he could turn nothingness into substance and turn the air into a cage, trying to trap his steps.

"Since there is no way to go to heaven, then we can escape to the earth!"

Ye Chunyang gritted his teeth fiercely and used the "Xianxian Nail" in an impressive manner.

Although the actual cloud was made of magic power, it was actually pierced by a crack under the power of the ultimate magic weapon "Zhu Xian Nail".

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang did not hesitate, and drove Ye Xiaobao to fall from the air. He opened the passage with earth-attribute spiritual energy, and then he flashed and quickly burrowed into the ground.

In the distance, Yinxu Sanren only saw a flash of white light, and a large living person disappeared out of thin air. He was immediately furious, looked at the ground with his eyes, and his body turned into a divine rainbow and descended straight down.

"You actually want to use the land to escape?!"

Yinxu Sanren stared at the ground, recited a series of mysterious spells in his mouth, and then spit out the word "condensation". The sound waves spread in all directions like a big bell.

Suddenly, under three feet of yellow spring, the thick soil was as solid as fine steel, and Ye Chunyang paused again.

Turn earth into steel!

This is a high-level magic spell that uses sound waves as its substance, creating a cage within a radius of several miles!

"This old demon either transformed the air into matter, or transformed the earth into steel. His power is simply boundless, but how can I, Ye Chunyang, be willing to kill him! Break it for me!"

The veins on Ye Chunyang's forehead were clearly visible, and he activated the "Zhuxian Nail" to the extreme. He punched the ground, carving out a big hole, and continued to run.

Facing a powerful man like Yinxu Sanren, even if he couldn't resist head-on, it would not be that easy for the opponent to catch him.

However, just as he continued to move forward for a few miles, an extremely cold chill suddenly hit his face. The darkness underground was pierced by a burst of crystal white light, and everywhere he went there was a piece of bone-deep ice.

"Oops? Could it be that the damn old devil has used some incredible magical power?"

Ye Chunyang was horrified and wanted to withdraw from the underground in desperation.

But when he thought about it, he hurriedly stopped this idea.

The old demon was obviously not proficient in earth attribute skills, so he could not go to the ground to track him. This allowed him to barely escape. However, this demon would not give up. At this time, it was wandering on the ground, catching his breath everywhere. Once he went out, , will inevitably fall into the clutches of the devil, and his life will be in danger!

In contrast, although the ice ahead may contain unknown dangers, it is better than escaping from the ground and throwing yourself into a trap.

After weighing several times, Ye Chunyang used his spiritual power again, wrapped Ye Xiaobao and continued to move forward.

And when he went deep into the ice underground, there was a completely different scene on the ground.

Yinxu Sanren's figure stopped in mid-air, looking at a towering iceberg in front of him from a distance, his pupils shrinking uncertainly, as if he was grasping something.

"Xishan Ridge is a strange place in the Xiling Demon Land. It is covered by ice and snow all year round. It is known as the Ridge of Death. Even with my cultivation level at the magic power level, I dare not go deep into it without permission. This kid actually escaped into the underground of this mountain and dived deep. Go and die."

Yinxu Sanren's expression was uncertain, but he stopped outside the iceberg for a long time and did not dare to move forward.

After a long time, he snorted coldly and walked away in the other direction: "Well, no one has walked out of this place alive for thousands of years, so we can only give him an advantage!"

Yinxu Sanren said this, but he was still unwilling to search around the iceberg, and even guarded nearby, so that Ye Chunyang could escape when he could not bear the cold air of Xishanling, and then he could capture him.

…

In the cold ground.

A thick layer of white frost condensed on Ye Chunyang's body, and his flying speed gradually slowed down.

He didn't know how long he had been escaping here. Since he passed through this place, he saw a world of ice, which was extremely cold. If Ye Xiaobao was not a natural spiritual root with earth attribute, he would have been unable to bear it. But after a long time, most of his spiritual power was consumed.

"I don't know if the old demon Yinxu will follow. At this rate, even if he doesn't chase me, I will freeze to death in this cold ground within three days."

Ye Chunyang's mood sank to the bottom of the valley.

There is a very strong cold poison here, which is difficult for ordinary people to resist. Even with Ye Xiaobao's complementary spiritual energy, he can't hold on for too long.

He quietly released his spiritual sense to perceive, and found that there was still a strong fluctuation of magic power on the ground. It was obvious that the old demon Yinxu was still lingering nearby.

Now, Ye Chunyang was even less likely to show up, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to move forward, hoping to find a ray of life in this underground.

But gradually, his consciousness began to blur, and even Ye Xiaobao became intermittent, and his spiritual power had reached the point of exhaustion.

"Am I going to die? I really... can't accept it..."

Ye Chunyang was exhausted, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, as if he was going to sleep forever.

In his mind, every step he had taken since he started practicing Taoism was reflected, and he recalled that he was originally a mortal, and by chance he stepped into the immortal path. With his persistence in immortality and his desire for power, he struggled in conspiracy and slaughter, and was strong in blood and hatred, but now, is everything going to end in this icy world?

Ye Chunyang felt strongly unwilling, and the memories in his mind seemed to be a passing glance, and the prosperity had all fallen.

He was so drowsy for an unknown period of time. He only felt that his body and Ye Xiaobao were covered by thick white frost, turning into solid ice and merging into the underground world.

Just as his last ray of consciousness was floating in the darkness, he seemed to see a little silver light flashing in the distance.

Ye Chunyang forced himself to look over and vaguely saw a big spoon. As the silver light flowed, dense tadpole characters flashed out and drilled into his frozen body.

This scene lasted for an unknown period of time. The white frost on Ye Chunyang and Ye Xiaobao began to show signs of melting. The spiritual power returned to the peak, and the drifting consciousness also returned to the sea of ​​consciousness.

He suddenly woke up.

He opened his eyes, and there was still a piece of ice in front of him. The big spoon had left the Qiankun bag at some point and floated quietly in front of him, but it was no longer as silver and sacred as when he was unconscious, and became as black and ordinary as before.

"Did it save me?"

Touching the big spoon, Ye Chunyang was touched. This was the second time that the big spoon saved him from danger. It seemed that this thing was not just a medium to cultivate spiritual creatures.

While he was thinking, he suddenly felt the cold air coming from the surroundings again, which made him wake up.

"It's cold here, you can't stay for long."

Muttering to himself, Ye Chunyang immediately released his spiritual sense to perceive that there was no mana condensation on the ground.

This time he was unconscious for at least several months, most likely because the Yinxu Sanren finally left after not finding his trace for a long time.

Using the Origin Heavenly Scripture to hide Ye Xiaobao, Ye Chunyang immediately moved his body and broke through the ice to escape to the ground.

It is not known whether it was because of the blessing of the big spoon's spiritual power, after breaking through the ground, Ye Chunyang found that he was no longer affected by the cold poison here. But after he escaped from the ground, his face showed extreme shock.

In front of him, a glacier stood upside down like a sword blade, straight into the clouds.

He looked around, not a single blade of grass or tree, only thick ice as hard as steel, and a frightening wind blowing past his ears. This scene made people think they had walked into the bitter cold land of the northwest.

"Is this the Xishanling, known as the 'Land of Death'?"

Ye Chunyang was extremely shocked, remembering that he had read an ancient book "Dongzhou Qiwenlu" in the sect in his early years. It included various anecdotes in the world of immortal cultivation, and also recorded many mysterious and dangerous places in Dongzhou, Xishanling was one of them.

"I didn't expect that I would accidentally enter Xishanling while escaping."

Looking around, Ye Chunyang was thoughtful.

"Li Xiaoer once said that a cultivator from the Silent City had appeared here. Now I have the blessing of the spirit spoon, which is not affected by the cold poison here. It's a good time to explore it. Maybe I can find some clues."

Looking up at the top of the glacier shrouded in clouds and mist, Ye Chunyang had a plan in his mind.

The Silent City is full of mysteries. If he can find it, it can be a way out for him. Since the day he learned from Li Xiaoer that the cultivators from the Silent City appeared in Xishanling, he had lost hope for a while. However, he did not expect that he was being chased by Yinxu Sanren and accidentally stumbled into this place. With this opportunity, he naturally wanted to explore it carefully.