Mysterious journey

The air wavered, oscillated.

Wow! !

An extremely strong cold air surged out of Garen's body, actually freezing and breaking the ice covering his feet. The cold air was pure white, without any impurities, it simply covered it, moving crazily along the floor engraved with mysterious patterns and covering all the soul seeds in the hall.

"Everything withers!"

Garen opened his hands. The terrifying white cold air spread rapidly towards the surroundings, and everything began to completely stop wherever it went, being frozen into pure white ice.

Layers of wave-like ice crystals piled up layer upon layer at Garen's feet, quickly spreading towards the entire hall.

The hall is decaying, the original ice layer is breaking and being infected, rapidly changing from the original ice blue to pure white. That is a higher level of pure ice crystals.

"What kind of cold is this!??"

Illusory shadows, tall or short, appear above each soul seed. These shadows are male and female. Each one carries a powerful chill of extreme fear. If an ordinary person comes, just one look at it, they may lose their soul. All were completely frozen to death.

They are the ancestors of various generations of the Chixue Sect who have died in battle or died in the past countless years. They all have one thing in common, that is, they have practiced Chixue Kung Fu to a very high level.

"This is the ancestor of all generations!!" Garen was shocked, and the violent cold air suddenly trembled and stopped temporarily.

The white cold air and the blue-white cold air in the hall froze each other into two ice and snow worlds. The souls of Garen and dozens of ancestors seemed to be in two different spaces.

"I never thought that in future generations there would be disciples who could cultivate such pure final cold energy."

A female ancestor said in a low and solemn voice.

"How many years. How many years have we waited."

"I can't remember clearly, a hundred years, a thousand years, two thousand years. Maybe even longer."

"But haven't we waited after all?" Among the dozens of figures, a black shadow with the most terrifying cold air quietly emerged.

"When our souls were about to dry up, fate sent us such a pure body of ice."

Garen's eyes narrowed and he stared at the figure slightly. The figure was completely black, with only a pair of eyes glowing with ice-blue fluorescence. He couldn't see his face or anything else.

"The original ancestor?!"

"An unprecedented body of ice. So pure, so pure," the figure admired.

"Such a cold air has surpassed the level of Chixue Gong!" A tall and thin Patriarch whispered.

"Everyone, haven't you made a decision yet?" The First Ancestor shouted in a low voice.

The hall fell silent.

After a long time, a handsome male patriarch finally smiled and spoke.

“I was forced to wait forever because I couldn’t see hope, but when I really saw the opportunity, I started worrying about gains and losses.”

"Yes, isn't this what we have been waiting for? When it comes to the end, we shrink back." The other person also laughed.

"Grandmasters!" Garen opened his mouth to speak.

"We are not the ancestors, we are just the belief formed by the last bit of their will." The black shadow in the center replied lightly. "If your pure cold energy hadn't reactivated us, maybe in a few hundred years, we would have completely disappeared into history, and no one would have discovered that we ever existed."

Garen took a deep breath and left his will in the soul seed to survive for thousands of years. This result is acceptable. This is the magic of Gu Yinduo. Their research on souls has reached the pinnacle.

"In this world, because I did not reach the so-called Panzhi realm, I was not able to enter the Eternal Mover until my death, but I am not willing to give in!!" The original ancestor's voice was low and full of unwillingness.

"As the strongest genius in the history of the Scarlet Snow Sect, I traveled across the world and followed the mother river to come here, but I can't even break through to a level of Eternal Motioner!"

"Even if you don't understand Pan, so what!? I am at the Secret Martial Legion level and the Demon King level is no lower than the Eternal Mover!" The First Ancestor said in a low voice, "So, I am not willing to give in. Even if I die in the final battle, I will still use all my energy. The energy and spirit are condensed into soul seeds, waiting for another opportunity."

At this time, Garen had already heard the origin of the other party. He was indeed the original ancestor, the secret martial arts master who founded the Red Snow Sect. Moreover, the other party was surprisingly similar to him. They both drifted into this world along the mother river, but After all, he was a bit unlucky. Without Garleon's powerful talent, he couldn't see the general trend and travel through several worlds in a row. It can only drift passively.

"Now, I finally see hope." The ancestor looked at Garen with a hopeful look. "Tell me, is the legion level really weaker than the eternal mover?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and the eyes of all souls fell on Garen.

Garen looked around and saw eyes full of anxiety, fatigue and hope. They had been waiting for this answer for too long. That is a kind of supreme belief in Miwu, a pious and firm belief!

As a secret warrior, Garen also has such a firm will and belief. He once wavered, but when he achieved the eighth level of the Cold Region Peacock Kung Fu, such wavering was completely eliminated.

But these people are different, these ancestors are different from him. Their conditions are far inferior to his, but they can still persist for so many years.

Regardless of position or personality, just for this trace of persistence for thousands of years, this kind of will is enough to give me the highest respect.

"To be honest, I don't know which side is stronger, Miwu or Mecha." He said slowly. Looking at the increasingly gloomy eyes around him, he suddenly changed his words.

"But I will try it myself. Maybe I can see things that you can't see clearly."

There was tranquility in the hall, and the originally disappointed eyes were once again filled with new hope.

"I will become the strongest ice secret warrior in history, no one in this world!" Garen stretched out his hand, and the extremely dead cold air kept hovering in his palm, and traces of the pure chill of the cold peacock skill gathered crazily, A little crystal white ice crystal formed in his palm.

"If it were you, maybe it's really possible." The First Ancestor whispered.

The cold wind kept whistling and swirling in the hall, and everyone fell into silence for a while.

Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, maybe more. Finally, the original ancestor spoke again.

"You came here to experience our state of pure coldness."

He looked around.

"Aren't you still unable to let go?"

"Can't let go? How is it possible?!" A tall female ancestor laughed, "Isn't this what I have always wanted? Let us help him!!"

She suddenly turned around and turned into a dark blue cold air thread, rushing directly towards Garen and quickly spinning around him.

"Even Anne is willing to give up, how can we fall behind!" The second ancestor suddenly collapsed and turned into a blue thread and rushed towards Garen.

"Take everything we have, go and perfect Chixue Kung to the highest level ever!!" The third patriarch turned into silk thread.

"Take our will and our beliefs, take them all. Nothing in the world can escape the will of withering."

"You will become the strongest!! Freeze everything."

Silk threads gathered together crazily and spun around Gallon at high speed.

The strong black figure standing in the center stretched out his hand, and Yaoyao and Garen faced each other with their palms.

"Inherit the will of all of us and freeze everything that blocks you. Unfortunately... I can't see it anymore."

Peng!

With a soft sound, he completely turned into a blue line and merged into the large torrent of cold air, spinning rapidly around Galleon.

"Go. Go and become the strongest man of this era! Bring our will!!"

The last voice of the First Ancestor slowly echoed in the hall.

A large number of blue silk threads rotate rapidly around Gallon, like strips of delicate tulle, and more like an invisible blue cloud.

A large amount of pure cold energy rushed towards Gallon crazily, and at the same time, there was also a large amount of practice and memory experience of the ancestors of the past generations who used the practice of Chixue Gong.

Garen understood that the soul-seed wills left here were originally left to wait for this moment.

Te did not expect that just entering here for the first time would lead to such an unexpected and huge inheritance. The essence of the Chixue Gong of all the ancestors of the Chixue Sect in the history was integrated into his body at a high speed.

Various types of coldness with different attributes are constantly merged into the withered and dead peacock chill. With the highest belief in the secret martial arts, all the chills are unconditionally willing to surrender to the deathly silence and merge into it.

A layer of exquisite armor as white as jade slowly covered the surface of Garon's body, including his head, chest, arms, lower body and legs. The exquisite and delicate ice armor arched two horns forward from the waist, like a belt. Wrap the galleons around the waist.

Buzz. A circle of white halo appeared behind Garen's head. It was the condensed product of the spiritual power of all the ancestor souls, and represented the strongest power of this armor.

The chill of death is getting stronger and stronger, and the level of Chixue Gong has begun to increase again with the increase of this armor.

The fifteenth floor was slowly broken through. The sixteenth floor, the seventeenth floor, the eighteenth floor! !

The last three layers were completely broken through in this short period of time. The last three layers were mainly used to improve the quality of the cold air. Garen's own cold quality was very high, coupled with the soul seed experience infused into the armor of the ancestors, he was directly affected by it. Chill's understanding has been raised to an extreme.

Such a breakthrough is not surprising.

The eighteenth level represents the ultimate level of Chixue Gong. The entire Chixue Gong only has eighteen levels, which corresponds to the ninth-level energy master.

"I didn't expect there to be such martyrs in this world!" Garen quietly looked at everything that was completely shattered in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and performed the etiquette of a secret warrior with great solemnity.

"I will carry out your wishes."

The armor on his body suddenly turned into white light, disappeared between his eyebrows, and condensed into a V-shaped white pattern. The aura on his body also returned to normal, and then he turned around and left slowly.

The Ice Hell will completely disappear starting from today.