Cheng Qian felt a sense of oppression and suffocation in his chest, the frost blade suddenly screamed, and the bright sword light flashed, suddenly pouring into the sword intent of the sea sword, the sea sword in response to the scene fearlessly rolled up the mountain and the tsunami of Beiming The water, the originally quiet sea roared and erected a pitch-black giant, and the shattered ice on the edge of the giant layered, forming a dazzling white in the pitch-black sea, and smashed into the depressed sea wall.

"Boom", the loud noise seemed to deafen the entire Beiming Sea, Cheng Qian shuddered - there is something under the sea wall!

So one after another, the giant làng was lifted up by Cheng Qian and turned into towering icebergs one after another, hitting the sea wall one after another.

Yan Zhengming blinked involuntarily, feeling the water vapor in the air condensed into fine ice slag, passing him like a small knife.

He touched the back of his neck and felt that Cheng Qian was really tolerant of him in normal times.

After several rampages like this, the entire outer surface of the seawater wall was smashed apart. The thin water curtain seemed to be pulled by some force and pulled up to both sides, revealing a huge natural iceberg in the middle.

It is as flat as a cut, and stretches for thousands of miles. There is no break in the middle. don't know what is wrapped in it. It refuses to float to the surface, and it is half-submerged and half-floating and hidden in the dark sea water.

Is this the secret realm of Daxueshan?

Could it be that the mysterious Daxue Mountain in the legend is under the Sea of ​​Beiming?

Yan Zhengming held down Cheng Qian's sword and murmured, "My blind cat, you can meet such a big dead mouse."

The two of them were each in shock. The next moment, countless thin swords of primordial spirit flew out from Yan Zhengming's sleeves like raindrops, and landed in the ice layer of unknown depth. The sharp sword tips hit the thick ice surface. There was a chaotic sound of gold and stone, and most of the Yuanshen swords were bounced back into the air, turning into a pocket of pure air and returning to Yan Zhengming's inner palace, but a few of them were submerged under the ice.

The Yuan Shenjian contained thousands of pieces of Yan Zhengming's consciousness. As soon as a few disappeared, he immediately noticed it, pulled Cheng Qian and said, "This way."

The two followed the sword shadow and quickly found the place where the sword of the primordial spirit had submerged—they saw that there was a small mouth less than one person high in the huge ice layer under the shadow of the black sea water.

Cheng Qian was not afraid of the cold, and reached out to reach into the flat notch in the mouth, and his palm immediately swelled with fine pieces of ice, like a group of tiny swords, standing on the ice surface.

"This was artificially opened." Cheng Qian said, "Look, there is still residual sword energy in the fault... eh?"

Cheng Qian's hand suddenly stopped, and a thin blood qi flew out from the ice, passing through his fingers, and collided with his body-protecting true essence, although it was only the remaining sword qi. , is already very weak, but there is still a kind of rebelliousness that wants to go head-to-head with him.

"Still a magician?" Cheng Qian retracted his hand in surprise.

Could it be Tang Zhen?

Yan Zhengming glanced at him and knew what he was thinking, and said, "It's not Tang Zhen, this sword qi can still be so fierce and belligerent for so many years, it can be seen that the person who opened this mouth should be a magic cultivator. Because it must not be under you, Tang Zhen should have only come down the mountain not long ago, if he has this kind of cultivation, he will not be injured by a mere murderer."

When he mentioned this matter, a thought suddenly flashed through Cheng Qian's mind—

The Demon Empress was seriously injured by the Demon King at that time, and she is an auspicious bird, born to fight against the fierce, so it is reasonable to be bitten by the fierce, but some cultivators from far away should carry the demon The commonly used items for warding off evil spirits and healing wounds, even the softest Li Yun, would not necessarily suffer when he met that beast, not to mention that Tang Wanqiu was still there at that time.

Unless... Tang Zhen's cultivation base was far inferior to Li Yun's at that time, and even their senior brothers and sisters probably didn't have primordial spirits at that time.

Yan Zhengming asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Cheng Qian nodded and walked sideways into the artificially opened ice dòng.

He wanted to repeat the old trick, just like in the ten-square array, jumping out a cluster of flames to illuminate the light, but this trick won't work in the ice, the flames ignited and died soon after they were ignited, and it was like this several times. , It seems that there is no room for a little light in the secret realm of the snow-capped mountains.

Yan Zhengming pressed his hand and took out a luminous pearl from the storage bag with wealth and wealth: "This place is not right, save your strength first."

There is an artificially opened passage in the ice cave. It is extremely narrow and long, and various marks of knives, axes and saws can be vaguely seen. It can be seen that the person who came here at that time was not alone. It was to save energy, the passage was not high enough, and the two of them had to bow their heads all the way to pass through, which made people feel very irritable.

Yan Zhengming felt that his hair was messed up by the ice on top of his head, and said displeasedly, "When you get out from here, you have to brush my hair again."

Cheng Qian was helpless: "Follow the order, make sure to comb along the hair."

The two of them bowed their heads and walked for a full moment before the narrow passage came to an end, but the breath hanging from their chests didn't have time to relax.

This was when they entered the real secret realm of Daxue Mountain, and suddenly they were enlightened. Only then did the two realize that this place was very strange.

The night pearl in Yan Zhengming's hand flickered like a haunted ghost, flickered for a while, and then went out.

It doesn't matter if there is no light, the Primordial Spirit cultivator still has spiritual consciousness while blindfolded, and it is no problem to sweep out the spiritual consciousness, but Yan Zhengming quickly discovered that it has become extremely difficult to place the spiritual consciousness here, and he has some Blinking with difficulty, the ice slag condensed on his eyelashes fell down, and at this moment, he felt a biting cold.

With his cultivation level, he has long been immune to cold and heat, not to mention that Jianxiu's body is stronger than other monks, and he usually complains about the heat and cold for nothing.

But the cold here is different. The harsh coldness made Yan Zhengming have a certain illusion for a moment, as if he suddenly lost his cultivation and became an unarmed mortal again.

Cheng Qian's hands were too cold, and Yan Zhengming's skin was so frozen that he could barely feel Cheng Qian's existence. Divine Consciousness swept the surroundings with difficulty, only barely able to "see" three feet under his feet, no matter how far away, the Divine Consciousness would freeze as if frozen.

Just now, Yan Zhengming was still complaining that the ice and snow corridor was too narrow to lift one's head. At this time, he felt that it was too big. For a moment, Yan Zhengming had the illusion that he was standing at the end of the world. He was neither alive nor dead, just wandering here alone with unparalleled loneliness and cold...

Suddenly, the back of his hand was squeezed hard, and Cheng Qian whispered, "You can't get distracted here."

Yan Zhengming was shocked, took a few breaths violently, and the cold breath went straight into his heart, as if he had survived from the dead.

Immediately, he discovered another very terrifying thing. Just as he was distracted, a chill actually penetrated into his inner palace, freezing his entire inner palace. The sword-like True Essence was frozen to death. If Cheng Qian hadn't made a sudden noise, his Primordial Spirit would have almost detached from his body unconsciously.

"It's too cold." Yan Zhengming came back to his senses and whispered, "Is the ice pool in Mingming Valley so cold too?"

Cheng Qian was obviously more used to it than he was. He led Yan Zhengming forward cautiously, while breaking the silence with deliberately heavy footsteps: "Well, it's the same thing, talk to me, otherwise it's easy to get carried away."

Yan Zhengming asked reluctantly, "How did you spend those years in Mingming Valley?"

"The ice pool is very cold, to a certain extent, people will have hallucinations in it, and the primordial spirit and the body are very easy to separate from each other," Cheng Qian said flatly, "I just entered the contemplative state when my soul entered the spirit-gathering jade. The Primordial Spirit cultivated in the Ju Ling Jade virtually treats the jade as his body, but it is not born after all, and there is always something that does not match the soul, so it is necessary to take advantage of the coldness of the ice pool, time and time again To disassemble the primordial spirit and the body, and then run it in... For example, it is like woodworking, and you have to constantly cut and run the materials in order to fit them tightly."

Others say that he is wood, but he really thinks he is a piece of wood that can be cut and ground at will - how painful it is for Yuanshen and Julingyu to run into each other, Yan Zhengming felt heart-wrenching just thinking about it, and he grabbed it for a while. His cold hands were speechless.

Cheng Qian said casually: "So I guess Tang Zhen must have been here before, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of using the ice pool to forge... What is this?"

As he spoke, the tip of Frostblade suddenly hit something, making a soft "ding" sound.

Yan Zhengming: "Look at it, don't step on it."

After he finished speaking, he took out another night pearl. These things looked round and big, and they were all worth a lot, but they were taken out one by one like jelly beans, and he didn't hesitate at all.

The night pearl is like a messy candle in the wind. As soon as it came out of the storage bag, it began to flicker desperately, and soon began to dim, but it illuminated a place under my feet.

Through the dim light, Cheng Qian saw that what he had just encountered was actually a human bone, and neither of them could have swept away with their divine senses. It was too like an ice sculpture, and could be completely integrated with the surrounding wall of ice and snow. , seems to have been there for a long time.

Cheng Qian squatted down and was about to reach out to touch it, when Yan Zhengming slapped it open and smeared a handkerchief.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He reluctantly took the handkerchief over, thinking that there were hundreds or thousands of handkerchiefs in the storage bag of the big brother, and he could hold back his abuse.

Yan Zhengming: "Is it a real person's bone?"

"It should be," Cheng Qian suddenly had an ominous premonition, and his heart jumped wildly without warning. He calmed down and said in a low voice, "It's been too long, and it's already frozen."

Yan Zhengming came up and looked at it. Seeing that there was a short knife on the side of the skeleton, he ordered Cheng Qian to break the short knife from a large ice lump, and lifted the frost on the handle of the knife, which was engraved with a familiar mark. .

"It's the Nightmare Pedestrian." Cheng Qian said, "I saw many such marks when I went to Zhaoyang City."