The quiet sea water was separated from two groups without warning, separated by a vast abyss nearly a hundred feet wide. The ship fell straight into the abyss, and the hull made a "rattle" sound like it was about to fall apart in the air, as if someone's teeth were fighting.

Yan Zhengming rubbed his ears, waved his hand and retracted his sleeves. The two of them used their own swords and almost stopped above the crack.

There is wind and waves. The sea water goes up and down, but the flow rate is light and unnatural, supporting a steep sea wall, and the dead water waves look like paintings.

The two swords in the air were trembling involuntarily, as if the master was thrown down and fled at any time.

Cheng Qian's Yuan was injected into his eyes, and when he looked down, he saw that the abyss was invisible.

He had no choice but to mock him in pain and laughter: "Senior Brother, did you say that your broken ship will find the secret realm according to the clear air, but he found a ditch?"

Yan Zhengming glared at him: "How did I know? Besides, for no reason, why should I come to such a ghost place? It's all wrong..."

"It's all my fault, it's all right," Cheng Qian hurriedly cut off his voice, "What about now? Leave this?"

"Wasted, are you going to get stuck in the ditch?" Yan Zhengming slightly adjusted the height of the wooden sword, grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist, and warned, "Don't let go of my hand."

The two of them were cautious and flew forward with their swords. They first stayed away from the abyss and then released stone mustard seeds, but a strange story happened - the abyss seemed to be alive.

It was like an unfathomable big mouth, opening its black throat, chasing behind the two of them unyieldingly. He flew upwards, and the sea water and the abyss under his feet also rose and flew forward. The abyss became the moon in the sky, and people walked in the ditch.

It took a little longer, and the eyes were filled with flowers.

Cheng Qian said, "If I continue like this, I can't escape this area even if I run out of two yuan."

He turned his head and saw that the sea water wall on the side of the abyss was extremely depressing, as if he was about to fall down, and he two pressed down below.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt a sense of oppression in his chest. The frost blade suddenly sounded sharply, and the sharp sword light flashed, and suddenly poured into the sword intent of the tide sword. The sea tide sword, in response to the situation, rolled up the Beiming Water, which was thundering in the mountains and seas. The originally quiet sea surface roared and a pitch-black tide stood up. The ice was broken at the edge of the tide, creating dazzling white in the dark sea water, and smashed towards the depressing sea water wall.

With a "boom", the loud noise seemed to be about to be deaf in the entire Beiming Sea, and Cheng Qian was shocked - there was something under the sea wall!

So, no matter how suddenly, the huge waves were lifted up by Cheng Qian, turning into towering icebergs, and they collided continuously into the sea wall.

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

He touched the back of his neck and felt that Cheng Qian was usually quite tolerant of him.

After several rushes, the outer surface of the sea water wall was completely dispersed, and the thin water curtain seemed to be pulled by some force, and it was pulled up to both sides, and a natural huge iceberg appeared in the middle.

It is flat and stretches for thousands of miles, with no break in the middle. I don’t know what it is wrapped inside, but I refuse to float to the water surface, half sinking and half floating in the dark sea water.

Is this the secret realm of Daxue Mountain?

Is it true that the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, which is located in the legend, is under the North Sea?

Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword and murmured: "My blind cat, you have encountered such a big dead mouse."

The two of them were both surprised and doubtful. The next moment, countless thin Yuanshen swords flew out from Yan Zhengming's sleeves like raindrops and landed in the ice layer that was unknown. The sharp sword tip hit the thick ice surface. There was a burst of sound of gold and stone. Most of the Yuanshen swords were bounced back into the air and turned into clear air and returned to Yan Zhengming's inner palace. A few of them fell under the ice layer.

The Yuanshen Sword contained Yan Zhengming's millions of spiritual consciousnesses. As soon as a few of them disappeared, he immediately noticed them and pulled Cheng Qian to the point of "This."

Following the sword shadow, the two of them quickly found the place where the sword of the soul entered - under the black sea water, there was a small hole less than one person in the huge ice layer.

Cheng Qian was not afraid of the cold, and reached into the flat marks at the entrance of the cave. The tiny ice swelled up immediately, like a group of tiny swords standing on the ice surface.

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

Cheng Qian's hand suddenly paused, and a thin stream of blood flew out of the ice, penetrated his fingers and collided with his body protectors. Although it was only the remaining sword energy, it was already very weak, but it still had a kind of arrogance that was about to go against him.

"Is this a magic cultivator?" Cheng Qian retracted his hand in surprise.

Could it be Tang Zhen?

Yan Zhengming glanced at him and knew what he was thinking in the middle of his eyes, and said, "It's not Tang Zhen, this sword energy has been so violent and warlike for so many years. It can be seen that the person who opened the hole should be a demon cultivator, and his cultivation must be no less than you. Tang Zhen should have gone down the mountain back then. If he had this kind of cultivation, he would not have been injured by a mere ferocious beast to achieve that virtue."

When he mentioned this, Cheng Qian suddenly had an idea in his mind—

The demon queen was seriously injured by the demon king at that time. In addition, she was auspicious bird, and was born with a ferocious beast, so it was reasonable to be eaten by the ferocious beast. However, some monks with family background should have the common items to cure demons and ward off evil spirits and heal their wounds. Even the softest Li Yun, she might not suffer any losses when she met that beast, let alone Tang Wanqiu was there at that time.

Unless... Tang Zhen's cultivation was far inferior to Li Yun at that time, and even his senior brothers and sisters were very accustomed to that time, and they all had souls.

Yan Zhengming asked, "Come in and take a look?"

Cheng Qian nodded and walked sideways into the artificial ice cave.

He originally wanted to use the same trick again, and a cluster of flames jumped out of his fingers to illuminate it, but this move was no longer possible in the ice cave. After the flames were ignited, they quickly died on the verge of death. It was like this several times and it seemed that there was no light in the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain.

Yan Zhengming pressed his hand and took out a night pearl from his storage bag with great wealth: "What's wrong with this place, save some energy first."

There is a passage opened manually in the ice cave, which is extremely narrow and long. You can vaguely see the various traces of the knife, axe and saw. It can be seen that not only the one who came here at that time. The people who opened the hole were either collectively short or to save energy. The passage was not high. Both of them had to bow their heads all the way, which made people very irritable.

Yan Zhengming felt that his hair was rubbed in a mess by the ice cave on his head, and said unhappily: "When you go out here, you have to recomb my hair."

Cheng Qian had no choice but to follow the hair comb."

He lowered his head and walked away for a moment. The narrow passage reached its head, but the breath that was hanging on his chest had time to relax.

This was when they entered the Secret Realm of the Great Snow Mountain. They suddenly realized that there was a strange world here.

The night pearl in Yan Zhengming's hand suddenly became dark like a haunted person. After a while, he was destroyed.

The light was not tight at first. The soul monk blindfolded his eyes and had spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness swept out for a few miles and was not under it. However, Yan Zhengming soon discovered that it became extremely difficult to place the spiritual consciousness here. He blinked a little hard, and the ice residue condensed on his eyelashes fell down. At this moment, he felt the biting cold.

With his cultivation level, he has long been invincible with the cold and heat. Needless to say, the sword cultivator's body is stronger than other cultivators. It is purely for him to complain about hot and cold.

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

Cheng Qian's hands were too cold, and Yan Zhengming's skin was already frozen to the point of feeling. He could hardly feel Cheng Qian's existence. His spiritual sense swept around him with difficulty, and could only barely "see" three feet below his feet. No matter how far away, the spiritual sense was as stagnant as if it was frozen.

Fang Yan Zhengming complained that the ice and snow corridor was so narrow that it was hard to raise his head. At this time, he felt that this place was too big. For a moment, Yan Zhengming had the illusion that he was standing at the end of the world. He was alive and died, but he was alone with unparalleled loneliness and coldness...

Suddenly, the back of his hand was pinched hard, and Cheng Qian whispered: "I'm not distracted here."

Yan Zhengming was shocked and took a few breaths of intense strength. The cold breath came straight into his heart. He seemed to be living from the dead.

Then, he discovered another very terrifying thing. Just as he was distracted, a cold air actually penetrated into his inner palace. His entire inner palace was frozen, and the surging surging, like a sharp sword, was frozen to death. If Cheng Qian hadn't made a sudden sound, his soul would have almost unconsciously escaped from his body.

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

Cheng Qian was obviously much more adaptable than him. While leading Yan Zhengming to walk forward gingerly, he used the sound of heavy footsteps to break the silence: "Well, Yiquyi, tell me, otherwise you will be easily assassinated."

Yan Zhengming asked relentlessly: "What did you do when you were in Mingming Valley?"

"The ice pool is very cold. When it is cold to a certain extent, people will have hallucinations in it. The soul and the body are particularly prone to separation from each other," Cheng Qian said in a plain tone. "When my soul entered the spirit gathering jade, I just entered the state of concentration. It was the soul cultivated in the spirit gathering jade. Invisibly, the jade was regarded as my body, but it was not born in nature and there was always something that did not match the soul. Therefore, it is necessary to use the coldness of the ice pool to disassemble the soul and the body and then run in again and again... For example, it seems that when doing woodworking, the materials are constantly cut and run in, and the seams are tightly matched."

When others say he is wood, he will think that he is a piece of wood that can be cut and grinded casually. How painful is the soul and the spirit-gathering jade to work together? Yan Zhengming only thought about it for a moment and felt that he had tear his lungs and couldn't say it when he grabbed his cold hand for a while.

Cheng Qianman said inadvertently: "So I guess Tang Zhen must come here, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of using the ice pool to forge...what is this?"

As he said, something suddenly touched the tip of the Frost Blade's sword, and made a "ding" sound.

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

After saying that, he took out another night pearl. These things looked round and big, and were priceless, but they were taken out one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one, without any hesitation.

The night pearl was like a messy candlelight in the wind. As soon as it came out of the storage bag, it began to flicker desperately, and soon began to dim again, and at least illuminated a place under your feet.

With the light of light, Cheng Qian saw that what he met was a human bone. With his spiritual senses, both of them actually swept it. It looked like an ice sculpture, and it was completely integrated with the surrounding ice and snow wall, as if it had grown there over time.

Cheng Qian squatted down and was about to reach out to touch him, but Yan Zhengming slapped him with a handkerchief.

Cheng Qian: "…"

He took the handkerchief helplessly, thinking that the eldest brother had to prepare hundreds of handkerchiefs in his storage bag, and could withstand his mischiefs like this.

Yan Zhengming: "Is it the bone of a human being?"

"It should be," Cheng Qian suddenly had an ominous premonition, and jumped up without warning. He calmed down and whispered, "It took too long and it has been frozen."

Yan Zhengming came up and measured it. Seeing a short knife beside the bone, he asked Cheng Qian to break the short knife from a large piece of ice, and helped open the frost on the hilt, which was engraved with a familiar mark.

"It's a nightmare pedestrian." Cheng Qian said, "When I went to Zhaoyang City, I saw many such marks."

Walking further forward, several skeletons were lying on the vicinity, with no fatal injuries seen on the bones, and they were tilted around the ground, like a group of bamboo poles blown by the strong wind.

Very strange.

The strings in Cheng Qian were quietly tense and pulled to the extreme.

"Strange," Yan Zhengming whispered, "You said that these demon cultivators were not staying well in southern Xinjiang, so why did they run here to save their lives?"

Cheng Qian: "Stop talking, little ."

The word "" fell, and a sharp sound suddenly came from the depths of the dark and dead secret realm, as if a sharp knife directly pierced the eardrum. Cheng Qian felt a "buzzing" sound in his ears, as if someone punched heavily in the temple. The three souls and seven spirits seemed to be shaken away in an instant.

He was spinning and almost stopped, but he couldn't react. A gust of wind rose up on the ground without warning.

Yan Zhengming took it back, turned around quickly, blocking him with his back.

Cheng Qian: "Senior Brother, you..."

Yan Zhengming took a quick breath, not knowing where he was hurt: ", the original ones are always better than you, the one who was later developed into the game - go quickly!"

The two of them retreated in a mess. Cheng Qian seemed to have a return to his position. His eyes were almost blurred. He subconsciously held a wall. When he touched it, he felt something was wrong. He struggled to look at Yan Zhengming's hand with some difficulty, and he was right in front of him. He was facing a pale dead face.

Cheng Qian: "…"

He almost pushed his palm out and the other party slapped it.

Yan Zhengming's hand bounced out and added strength to it. The night pearl made a tragic sound, unable to resist the sword cultivator and immediately exploded into a flying flower in the air.

The space where the two were in lit up in an instant. In addition to the bones, there were "people" of different shapes floating in all directions. Among them, men, women, young and old were all blue-white, with dull facial features, and kept their feet hanging in the air. They were frozen directly in the air, like a group of silent hanged ghosts!

Even though Cheng Qian was so bold, he couldn't help but gasp. For a moment, his churning chest felt uncomfortable, until the bursting night pearl returned to dimness. He whispered: "Ghost..."
To be continued...