Whispering, roaring!

The beautiful snowflakes and ice and snow rage in this world, filling the breath of death.

No one's spiritual consciousness can penetrate into this ice and snow world, nor can he touch this ice and snow world.

It seems that as soon as you get close to this world, it will turn into nothingness and be killed by ice and snow.

"This is the great power of my holy land, falling snow and frozen..."

"What a powerful magical magic, the holy world will last forever!"

"The Holy Lord Heaven and Earth Forever..."

"Kill this ant who is ignorant of the world..."

"Kill..."

...

This magical power of the frozen world comes out, and the whole world is controlled by this frozen world, and all of this is in the frozen world.

At this moment, no one thinks that Yang Feng is still alive and can still survive under such supernatural powers?

What a joke. All the disciples of the Holy Land have only one mood at this time, pride, proud of the Holy Land, and proud of their having such a powerful Holy Lord.

The Holy Land has such powerful magical powers and such a powerful holy lord, and someone dares to come to the Holy Land to provoke. This is seeking death.

Yang Feng was not here to seek death in the Holy Land. He was here to take Luo Wan'er and Hua Qiong away. He was here to tell the Holy Land what kind of person Luo Wan'er and Hua Qiong belonged to him.

No matter how depressed the sobbing snow was, it could only make some marks on Yang Feng's skin, and it could only make Yang Feng's clothes have a few more cracks.

Even if Yang Feng stood without resisting, Luo Xuebingfeng's magical power wanted to tear Yang Feng's starry sky body's body apart, this magical power was not enough, far from enough.

Yang Feng let the iceberg suppress it and the sob snow tear it over. He just took another step, and the long sword in his hand drew a semicircle centered on him from behind to front, pointing to Huimin.

At this moment, the ice and snow in the world stopped, the suppressed iceberg condensed, and at this moment, all the ice and snow around the world frozen.

A sunset as big as a dustpan appeared between the ice and snow. This sunset was filled with the sadness of dusk and the sadness of being about to be desolate.

As long as everyone sees this sunset, they will think that one day they will gradually become depressed like this sunset, gradually turning into dead bones, and gradually being forgotten...

This is despair, this is despair of stillness, this is despair of life.

The sunset is extremely beautiful, but it is almost dusk!
Chapter completed!