Chapter 100:

I saw that the quiet sea water had no warning. The soldiers were divided into two paths, and a middle abyss abyss of nearly one hundred feet wide was separated in the middle. The big ship was planted straight into the abyss. As if whose teeth are fighting.
Yan Zhengming rubbed his ears, waved his hand to retract the stone mustard sleeves, and the two men stopped each other over the crack.
There is no wind, no waves, the seawater goes straight up and down, but the flow velocity is unnaturally slow. It propped up a steep seawater wall, but the deadly water waves were like paintings.
The two swords in the air trembled involuntarily, as if at any time they intended to throw the master down and escape on their own.
Cheng Qian poured Zhenyuan into his eyes, and looking down, he saw that the abyss could not see his head.
He had to laugh at it bitterly: "Brother, you said that your broken ship would find a secret place according to Qingqi, and found a ditch in the end?"
Yan Zhengming glared at him: "How do I know, let alone for no reason, why should I come to such a ghost place, not all blame ..."
"Blame me, blame me," Cheng Qian busy cut off his voice. "Now? Leave this?"
"Nonsense, do you want to get stuck in the ditch for Chinese New Year?" Yan Zhengming slightly adjusted the height of the wooden sword, grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist, and warned, "Do not let go of my hand."
The two were cautious, and Yujian flew forward, intending to get away from the abyss before releasing stone mustard, but something strange happened—the abyss seemed to be active.
It is like an unfathomably large mouth, opening the throat of a black hole, chasing behind the two without any help, and they fly upwards. The seawater and the abyss at their feet also rise up and fly forward, and the abyss becomes After the moon in the sky, people walk away.
It takes a little longer, and straight hair is in front of you.
Cheng Qianxin said: "Let ’s go on like this, our two real dollars are exhausted and we can't escape this area."
He looked back and saw that the wall of seawater on the side of the abyss was extremely constricted, as if he was about to fall over, pressing them both underneath.
Cheng Qian's chest suddenly felt a sense of oppression, Frost Blade suddenly screamed, Xue Liang's sword light flashed, and the sword of the sea tide sword was poured into it. The dark sea tide was roaring in the original quiet sea, and crushed ice was stacked on the edge of the tide to create a dazzling white in the dark sea. It smashed his head and hit the depressed sea wall.
"Boom", the loud sound seemed to deaf the entire Beiming Sea, Cheng Qian was shocked-there was something under the sea wall!
So it doesn't count at all, one after another the waves of waves were lifted by Cheng Qian, and turned into towering icebergs one after another, successively crashing into the wall of seawater.
Yan Zhengming blinked involuntarily, feeling that the water vapor in the air had condensed into fine scum, and a small knife passed him by.
He touched his neck and felt that Cheng Qian was really tolerant of him.
After several rampages, the outer surface of the sea wall was completely scattered. The thin water curtain seemed to be pulled by some force and pulled up to both sides, and a huge natural iceberg was exposed in the middle.
It was flat and cut, and stretched for thousands of miles. There was no break in the middle. I didn't know what was wrapped in it, but he refused to float on the surface, hiding in the dark sea.
Is this the secret place of Daxue Mountain?
Could it be said that the secret place of Daxueshan, where there is no settlement, is just below the sea of ​​the North Nether?
Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword and murmured, "My blind cat, such a dead mouse can be encountered by you."
The two were stunned by each other. At the next moment, countless thin swords of Yuanshen flew from the sleeves of Yan Zhengming, and fell in the ice of unknown depth. There was a tumult of the sound of the golden stone. Most of the Yuanshen swords were bounced back into the air and turned back into Yan Zhengming's inner government. A few of them fell into the ice.
The Yuanshen sword contained tens of thousands of consciousnesses. Several of them disappeared, and he immediately noticed them.
Following the shadow of the sword, the two quickly found the place where the Sword of the Primordial God did not enter—seen by the black sea water, there was a small hole less than one person tall in the huge ice layer.
Cheng Qian was not afraid of the cold. He reached into the flat score of the hole, and immediately a small ice rushed out of his palm, like a group of small swords, standing on the ice.
"It was opened by man." Cheng Qian said, "Look, there is residual sword gas in the fault ... eh?"
Cheng Qian's hand suddenly stunned, a thin blood flew from the ice, passed through his fingers, and collided with his protector Zhenyuan lightly, although it was just the remaining sword energy. , Already very weak, but there is still a kind of confrontation to be opposed to him.
"Still a magic repair?" Cheng Qian retracted his hand in surprise.
Can it be Tang Yan?
Yan Zhengming glanced at him and knew what he was thinking, and said, "Not Tang Yan, this sword can still be so fierce and militant for so many years. It can be seen that the person who opens this hole should be a magical power. It ’s not under you. It was n’t long before Tang Yan came down the mountain. If he did this, he would n’t be injured by a ferocious beast.

He mentioned this, and suddenly a thought flashed through Cheng Qian's mind--
The queen was seriously injured by the demon king at the time. In addition, her auspicious bird was born to overcome the ferocious beast. It was reasonable to take a bite from the ferocious beast. However, some monks who traveled far away should wear gram demon. The common items used to heal evil spirits, even the softest Li Zhi, did not necessarily suffer from meeting the beast, not to mention Tang Wanqiu was there.
Unless ... At that time Tang Xiu's cultivation was far worse than Li Qiu, and even their brothers and sisters probably did not have Yuan Shen at that time.
Yan Zhengming asked: "Go in and see?"
Cheng Qian nodded, and walked sideways into the artificially opened ice cave.
He wanted to repeat the tricks, as in the ten-square array, with his fingers jumping out of a cluster of flames, but this trick was not working in the ice cave. After the flames ignited, they were dying out quickly. This was the case several times. It seems that there is no room for light in the secret place of Daxue Mountain.
Yan Zhengming pressed his hand, and Cai Cai roughly touched a pearl of night from the storage bag: "This place is not right, you should save some energy first."
There is an artificially opened passage in the ice cave. It is extremely narrow and long. It can be seen that the traces of the knife and the axe saw. It can be seen that the person who came here was not a single person. The people who opened the hole were either dwarfs or It was to save effort, the passage was not high, and both of them had to bow their heads to get through, which made them very irritable.
Yan Zhengming felt that his hair was messed up by the ice hole above his head, and said unpleasantly, "When you get out of here, you have to comb my hair again."
Cheng Qian was helpless: "Observe, and follow the hairbrush."
The two of them walked down with their heads bowed for a moment, and the narrow aisle reached their heads, but the breath hanging from their chests was too late.
This is the real secret of the Daxue Mountain, which suddenly became cheerful, and the two found that it was really weird.
The night pearl in Yan Zhengming's hand haunted and flickered like a haunt, flashed for a long while, and went out on his own.
Without light, the monk was blindfolded and had a sense of God. The sense of God swept away a few miles away, but Yan Zhengming quickly found that it was extremely difficult to place the sense of God outside. He was a bit difficult. He blinked strenuously, and the scum condensing on his eyelashes fell down, and at this moment, he felt the bitter cold.
Regarding his cultivation, he has already survived the cold and the heat, not to mention Jian Xiu's body is stronger than other monks. He usually complains that the heat and cold is nothing to do.
But the coldness here is not the same. The harsh coldness caused Yan Zhengming to have an illusion at once, as if he suddenly lost everything and became a defenseless mortal again.
Cheng Qian's hands were too cold, and Yan Zhengming's skin was frozen unconscious, and he could hardly feel the existence of Cheng Qian. The consciousness swept across the surrounding area with difficulty, only barely able to "see" three feet under his feet, and further away, the consciousness was frozen as if frozen.
Fang Cai Yan Zhengming was still complaining that the ice and snow corridor was too narrow to lift his head. At this moment, 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 didn't live or die, but just wandered alone with unparalleled loneliness and cold ...
Suddenly, the back of his hand was squeezed hard, and Cheng Qian whispered, "You can't be distracted here."
Yan Zhengming stunned, and took a few breaths. The cold breath went straight into his lungs, and he seemed to survive the death.
Immediately, he discovered another very terrible thing. At the moment of his distraction, a cold air actually penetrated into his inner government, freezing his entire inner government, and those surging, Zhenyuan, like a sword, was frozen to death, and if it wasn't for Cheng Qian's sudden outburst, his Yuanshen was almost unconscious.
"It's too cold." Yan Zhengming returned to God and whispered, "Is it also so cold in the Minggu Valley?"
Obviously Cheng Qian was more adaptable than him. While walking forward cautiously with Yan Zhengming, he broke the silence with deliberately heavy footsteps: "Well, the same song, talk to me, otherwise it is easy to get into the magic."
Yan Zhengming relentlessly asked, "How did you spend the years in Mingminggu?"
"The ice pond is very cold. If it is cold to a certain extent, people will have hallucinations. The Yuanshen and the physical body are particularly easy to separate from each other," Cheng Qian said flatly. "I just entered the condensed state when my soul entered the Julingyu. The Yuan Shen repaired in Juling Jade virtually took that piece of jade as his own body, but it was not born after all, and there was always a mismatch between the soul and the soul, so it was necessary to take advantage of the coldness of the ice pond, once and for all. Take apart Yuanshen and and then break in. For example, as a carpenter, you have to cut and run the material continuously to get the best fit. "
When others say that he is wood, he really considers himself to be a piece of wood that can be cut and ground casually-how painful Yuanyuan and Julingyu are when they run into each other, Yan Zhengming feels heartbreaking only for a moment, thinking His cold hands were speechless.
Cheng Qian casually said, "So I guess Tang Ye must have been here, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of using an ice pond to forge ... what is this?"
While he was talking, Frost Blade's sword suddenly touched something and made a "ding" sound.
Yan Zhengming: "Look at it, don't step on it."
After speaking, he took out another night pearl, these things looked round and big, and they were worth a lot, but they were digged by him like a bean, without regret.
The night pearl is like a messy candlelight in the wind. Once out of the storage bag, it began to flash desperately, and soon began to dim, but at any rate illuminated a place under the foot.
Through the shimmer, Cheng Qian saw that it was only a human bone that he encountered. The gods' sense of the two of them had not been scanned. It was too much like an ice sculpture, and it could be integrated into the surrounding wall of ice and snow. As if growing there day by day.
Cheng Qian squatted down, just about to reach out, was slap open by Yan Zhengming, and dunked a handkerchief.
Cheng Qian: "..."
He reluctantly took over the handkerchief, thinking that there were hundreds of thousands of handkerchiefs in the storage bag of the elder brother, which could prevent him from doing so badly.
Yan Zhengming: "Is it a real human bone?"
"Should be," Cheng Qian suddenly raised an ominous premonition, his heart beating wildly without warning, he calmed down and whispered, "It's too long, it's frozen."
Yan Zhengming came up and looked around and saw that there was a short knife on the side of the bone, so that Cheng Qian pulled the short knife from a large ice moraine, and lifted the frost on the handle, and there was a familiar mark on it .
"It's a pedestrian." Cheng Qiandao said, "I saw many such marks when I went to Zhaoyang City."
Moving forward, several identical bones lay across the vicinity, with no fatal wounds visible on the bones, crooked to the ground, like a group of bamboo poles blown by the wind.
It's weird.
Cheng Qian quietly stretched the string to the extreme.
"Strange," Yan Zhengming whispered, "You said that these groups of demon repairers are not in the southern Xinjiang to take good care of themselves. Why do they come here to die?"
Cheng Qian: "Stop saying it, be careful."
The voice of the word
heart
faded, and a scream came from the depths of the dark and silent mystery, as if a sharp knife pierced the eardrum directly. Cheng Qian only felt
humming
in his ears, as if being heavily in the temple After a punch, the three souls and seven souls seemed to be scattered in an instant.
He turned round and round, almost didn't stand still, and he didn't allow him to react, and a gust of wind rose to the ground without warning.
Yan Zhengming took him back, turned around quickly, and blocked him with his back.
Cheng Qian: "Brother, you ..."
Yan Zhengming took a quick breath and did not know where he was hurt: "It's okay, the original is better than your later run-in.-Go!"
The two backed away in a confusing way, Cheng Qian seemed to have not returned to his soul, and his eyes were almost blurred. He subconsciously helped a wall and felt it was not right at the touch. He struggled with Yan Zhengming's hand. I don't know how many night pearls looked at him, and he was facing a pale dead face.
Cheng Qian: "..."
He almost pushed out to smash the opponent.
Yan Zhengming bounced out the night pearl in his hand and added strength to it. That night the pearl uttered a terrible scream that could not bear the sword Xiuyuan and immediately exploded into a flying flower in the air.
The space where the two of them were lit up suddenly, and I saw that in addition to the white bones, there were all kinds of "people" in all directions. Among them were men and women, young and old, with pale faces and dull facial features, keeping their feet hanging. His posture was directly frozen in the air, like a group of silent hanged ghosts!
Rao was Cheng Qian's boldness, and he couldn't help but take a sigh of relief. For a moment, he only felt that the writhing chest was more uncomfortable. Until the bursting night pearl returned to dim, he whispered: "Ghost shadow ..."
This place is extremely cold, in addition to , can also freeze people's true Yuan and even the soul.
Cheng Qiandao said, "There used to be a soul-stealing lamp that was blown by the wind, and the ghosts in it were blown out. These ghosts were too late to escape, so they were frozen here ... Where is the soul-stealing lamp?"
As a competent local rich man, Yan Zhengming released Cheng Qian a little bit, and then lit up again: "Look."
I saw a white bone in the corner. After sweeping the ice and snow covering him gently, the two rows of frozen ribs contained a fiery red feather, which looked glaring in the snow and ice.
Yan Zhengming: "Do you say that is Tang Yan?"
Is that Tang Yuan?
A monk who has not yet entered the realm of Yuanshen came to the Beiming Sea with painstaking efforts to find the secret place of Daxue Mountain, or entered with these demon repairs for some reason, or found the relics left by the demon repairs. The entrance of the cave touched all the way, and just happened to be holding the Soul Eater here, and was just injured by the gust of wind just now. He died here, but the soul strayed into the Soul Eater ...
But a hundred years ago, wasn't that Tang Yuan who Han Yuan spent on the east coast with Yuan Yuan?
Cheng Qian suddenly made a terrible guess, at the same time, the roar of his ears became louder and louder, and the sequelae remained. He hardly stood still for a moment, leaning softly against a On the side of the ice wall, try to use the cold wall surface to bear against his forehead, and resist the groaning / groan that almost blurted out-soul turbulence is too painful, similar to the way he cut the Yuanshen to make a wooden sword.
Cheng Qian was soaked quickly, I wonder if it was cold sweat or melting ice water.
They fell into the ice cave, and the group who had already traveled to Shuzhong felt a little hot.
There are many mountains in Shu, and the disciples responsible for the open road of Baihu Villa have come to be nervous, because these dense forest layers are likely to hide matrix formations, they are in the air, and the other party is slightly hidden, so they can be laid. An unknown ambush.
With an old book in his hands, Nian Dao was sitting on the low-flying Pegasus, studying it word by word, and someone suddenly read the title casually: "Reincarnation ..."
Nian was greatly frightened. The book almost flew out of his hand and caught it in a hurry. He looked anxiously at Han Yuan who didn't know when he came over, and stuttered, "Four or four uncles ... "
Undoubtedly, Nian was a little bit stingy about the moody four uncles.
Han Yuan glanced at him, without embarrassing him, and asked calmly, "Who is your reincarnation?"
Nian tried hard to relax a bit, and replied, "My father."
Han Yuan: "Oh, where did your father come from?"
"Mingming Valley ..." Nian greatly blurted out, then changed his voice again, "It doesn't seem right. He was originally a casual repairer in the East China Sea. In the early years, he was fortunate enough to be selected into the Qinglong Island Lecture Hall, where he was enlightened, and then Langji Tianya practiced by himself. He settled in Mingminggu after a hundred years and changed his name. "
Han Yuan said blankly and said, "Qinglong Island ... it still has this fate-to give you a suggestion, you can find it near the East China Sea when you have time, no need to thank."
In this legend, the evil dragon who almost made a hole in the sky, talked to him in such a calm manner, and for a long time, he said, "Yes ... Really?"
"This is generally the case for Yuan Shen's reincarnation," said Han Yuan. "It's nothing to return to the soul ... but it's no use. It's no longer alive. The memory is empty. I don't know who I am, but I can barely keep my previous life. That's it. "
Nianda's face showed a careful look.
Han Yuan glanced at him obliquely, and sneered: "Don't be in a hurry now, think about how you can save your life!"
When the year was awful, the leading Baihutang disciple suddenly issued a sharp alarm, and saw that there was magic in the distant dense forest, and blocked the pedestrian's way when it was empty.
Han Yuan's body seemed to change his personality in an instant. The whole person seemed to have a charm that was not something. The dragon running on his body was full of blackness, making the four-legged monster seem to be out of desire.
"Don't make a fuss," Han Yuan flashed a red light in his slender eyes, and said, "These idiots thought that I had asked Ding Beiming, and they all wanted to step on my body and confuse a demon of all devil."
He sneered, and suddenly exploded in the exclamation of Li Zhi, the whole man swept across the sky like a whirlwind: "Don't and take pictures of what you are doing!" 2k novel reading network