The sky above the eyes of the ice and fire, the wind was howling and the snowflakes were dancing. This place had completely turned into a snowy scene.

The Qingcang Sword ran across the sky, and the power of the Hanji Ice Spring rushed into the sword at a terrifying speed.

At the same time, Ling Bai was pulled into the air by the Qingcang Sword, and he felt that his body gradually expanded with the endless devouring of the Qingcang Sword.

No matter how powerful the Qingcang Sword is, it belongs to the master Ling Bai after all.

The spring water from the Cold Ji Ice Spring poured into the Qingcang Sword, and Ling Bai's power continued to increase at the same time, but his body with the Demon-Devouring Blood had reached its limit.

If Qingcang Sword was swallowed like this, his body would be burst by the Cold Ice Spring that had been hidden here for countless years.

The soul power surged rapidly like a rocket, but it was because of the lack of a soul ring, so it could not show its true soul power. Ling Bai's whole body was swelling and painful, and he felt as if his body was as light as a swallow.

Intuition told Ling Bai that the soul power in his body was enough to make him fly, which was equivalent to the fact that his soul power was only level 40 on the surface. In fact, if he fully accepted the power of the cold ice spring, his soul power would reach at least level 70.

However, the problem happened just because Ling Bai couldn't accept it!

"Qingcang Sword, stop!"

Unable to control the Qingcang Sword, Ling Bai could only remind it with the most primitive shouts.

As the master, he died without any benefit to Qingcang Sword!

The Qingcang Sword buzzed and trembled, making waves of clearer and brighter sword sounds, as if thinking about Ling Bai's words. After a moment, it seemed to have made a final decision.

The sword tip pointed at Ling Bai from afar, and Ling Bai's familiar sky blue sword light shot out, but this time it was almost hundreds of times larger than before, and fell straight to Ling Bai's feet.

The next second, the sky-blue sword light turned into eternal ice, condensed into a towering huge throne, supporting Ling Bai's body, preventing him from falling down due to painful struggles.

The throne is ten feet high, with pure sky blue color. Endless ice and snow are its only decorations. The back chair is erect, like a magic sword that soars to the sky. Every line is so sharp, majestic, and extremely terrifying oppressive force continues to spread around.

This is the real extreme cold field, with a large range that almost covers the entire ice and fire yin eyes. Even the poison array arranged by Dugu Bo outside slowly dissipates under the action of this extreme cold current.

The ice and snow made by Qingcang Jian with the help of Hanji Ice Spring has been shrouded from the sky to the earth. The herbs on Hanji Ice Spring are fine, after all, they are all ice-attribute plants and have excellent cold resistance.

But the hot Yangquan on the other side was a bit tricky. The fire-attributed herbs lost the protection of the hot breath of the Yangquan. Coupled with the ultra-low temperature and extreme cold field released by the Qingcang Sword, many herbs were forced to rely on their deep cultivation to resist falling from the sky, as if they could not see the frost and snow that would end.

Even so, many herbs in them began to tremble. If Qingcang Sword did not stop, in a short time, the ice and fire Liangyi Eyes would only leave ice-attribute plants, and the mandarin duck pot completely turned into a clear soup pot.

Ling Bai once was proud of his awakening of the Demon-Eating Bloodline of various talents. Now his proud bloodline seems to have been frozen into ice pieces. His body squeaked as the expansion of the power of the ice spring, like an overwhelmed toy was about to reach its limit, and finally broke into fine parts.

What is very embarrassing is that Ling Bai, the master, can't do anything. Compared with Qing Cang Jian, whose combat power has skyrocketed, he is almost worth mentioning. He cannot speak or move. He can only sit upright on the throne of ice and snow, like an obedient, trolling puppet who can be fiddled with.

The ghost shadow tore through the snow and ice in the sky and fell out of thin air, falling to the opposite side of the Snow Throne of Ice and Snow. At this moment, the strong man who had performed countless missions for the Spirit Hall actually felt stunned.

"Xiaobai, how are you!?"

Before the ghost could finish his speech, he wanted to pull Ling Bai up from the Ice and Snow Throne. He discovered that the throne was Ling Bai's bondage.

The facts are always unexpected. With the soul power and strength of the ghostly titled Douluo, he could not shake the power of the Qingcang Sword. After pulling it several times, Ling Bai still kept close to the throne as always.

"Hurry up, let me come out! I know what the hell is that sword trying to do!"

An anxious female voice sounded from the bottom of her heart, and Ling Bai did not hesitate at all. Then Gui Mei saw an extremely terrifying scene, and a woman came out of Ling Bai's body!

Long dark purple hair, intellectual and elegant appearance, white skirt and snowy muscles, and deep purple eyes flow with a luster that charms all living beings.

"Who are you!"

The nine soul rings were released in an instant, and the ghost had the sharpest hostility and murderous intent toward the strange woman who suddenly appeared. He even suspected that she was the culprit that caused Ling Bai to be in danger.

The purple-haired woman ignored the ghost's hostility and spoke in a hurry: "My name is Kanderishi, and she is Ling Bai's friend..."

"There is no limit to the empty words, do you think so?"

Ghost originally planned to refute a few words, but was instantly interrupted by a roar from Kaniderie:

"Shut up, Ling Bai's condition is very dangerous. Now listen to me!"

Ghost subconsciously shrank his neck and then suddenly thought of something.

No!

This woman's aura is far inferior to me, why should I listen to her?

Before the ghost reacted, Kanderi said, "Do you know that the Qingcang sword has self-awareness?"

"I heard Mu Yao say that it seems to be looking for the soul ring by itself, otherwise Xiaobai's first soul ring should be the frost unicorn."

It felt that Kanderishi was not like an enemy, and his ghostly hostility slowly dissipated, pointing to the silly unicorn who was still persistent in looking for ice-attribute herbs in the cold wind.

"That's good."

Rise Kamida let out a sigh of relief. Guimei knew the news and saved her a lot of saliva. Her dark purple eyes stared at Guimei's eyes under the pure black mask and said seriously:

"I tell you, what Qingcang Jian has to do now is to eliminate dissidents!"

"Disable... are you talking about you?"

The ghost looked confused. Why did Qingcang Jian eliminate dissidents very well? At this time, the one who looked most likes dissidents was the thrilling appearance effect of the thriller.

"I'm part of it, too."

Rise Kamida nodded, first of all, affirmed Ghost's guess. She didn't let Ghost digest the news and said:

"The real dissident is the blood flowing from Ling Bai's body!

His bloodline and Qingcang Sword are two completely independent individuals. They had conflicts before due to the absolute healing of Jiuxin Begonia, and the final outcome was incomplete.

There are no two tigers in one mountain, both of which are arrogant and domineering. The ice spring in this place is a real home court for Qingcang Jian, devouring the power of the ice spring. It has the confidence to completely expel Ling Bai's bloodline!

This will be a war that takes place in Ling Bai's body!”
Chapter completed!