On a plain, this place was very different. In the Divine Tomb, there had always been deathly aura lingering around. But now, this place was unusually clear, and there was not the slightest trace of deathly aura. Some were unusually clear, as if it was the outside world. It was filled with spiritual energy, and even the clouds in the sky had turned white.
Of course, that was not real. It was because the almighty had turned it white. Of course, this was not very accurate. Those clouds were like ice sculptures, and that was why it was like this.
The white land was also because it was frozen, and that was why it was like this. Looking around, it was pure white, and there were thousands of miles of mysterious ice.
An iceberg stood there, and countless mysterious ice covered it. Among them, there was a white-robed young man. His pupils were not ordinary. They were not black, but they were snowflake-shaped. They were white, snow-white!
There was a sword in front of the young man. It was also made of mysterious ice, and it was constantly emitting cold energy. It could be said that it was very threatening. Even the surrounding air was almost frozen, and the deathly aura was completely frozen without exception.
The mysterious ice sword stood in front of the young man, and traces of cold energy poured out. It looked light, but its lethality was unusually strong and unpredictable.
This person was Luo Ku from the Sun Snow Realm. He was the one who had declared that he would take the first place. However, because of a moment of carelessness, he was sent flying by Xiao Yang's kick. In the end, he had no choice but to accept the result of his defeat. It could be said that it was a tragic sight.
Surrounded by mysterious ice, Luo Ku seemed to be extraordinary. These mysterious ice were his armor. If one wanted to hurt him, one would naturally have to go through these layers of mysterious ice. Therefore, he was very safe now.
However, Luo Ku's expression was very ugly. The mysterious ice was one of his trump cards. To be able to force it out, one could see how powerful his opponent was.
What made Luo Ku the most unhappy was that he did not even know who his opponent was. Some of them were dead spirits that pounced on him. If he did not have such a unique skill, he would have been defeated long ago.
There were three mysterious ice blocks around him, and they were filled with black energy. These were the three dead spirits. They had been frozen by him, and could no longer pose a threat to him. However, he did not dare to relax in the slightest. Moreover, it was hard to say how things would develop.
In the next moment, he saw a cluster of black fog rapidly flying towards him. He immediately frowned, his face pale and ugly.
Although the undead spirit's cultivation was not as good as his, it would still consume a lot of spiritual energy to freeze it, especially to maintain the Thousand Miles of Mysterious Ice, which required a lot of spiritual energy. Even though he had taken a few Dans, it was like throwing a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood. It was difficult to continue.
"I want to see how many undead you can control!" Luo Ku shouted in a low voice. Immediately, he pointed his finger at the Profound Ice Sword. Immediately, a storm of Profound Ice swept towards the dead spirit.
Immediately, the black fog continued to spread. Wave after wave of powerful force continued to surge. Those mysterious ice were continuously sent flying. Moreover, they turned into powder and fell to the ground.
However, because of this, the speed of the black fog became much slower. It was not as fast as before.
Occasionally, some mysterious ice would pierce into the black fog and freeze it a little. However, the speed was not fast. However, Luo Ku was not in a hurry. When the black fog was only ten feet away from him, it would completely turn into Profound Ice and would not be able to get close to him.
His opponent's method was very simple. He was only controlling the dead spirits. However, Luo Ku did not know how long this situation would last. As for him, how long could he last?
Right now, Luo Ku was also thinking in his heart. What was going on? What kind of person had such a method to be able to control the dead spirits to fight for him?
Luo Ku really could not understand such a question.
However, he felt that after entering the Divine Tomb, everyone could be an enemy. Therefore, he could not accurately guess what was going on.
Sure enough, when the dead spirit was ten feet away from him, it was completely frozen. With a clang, it fell onto the ice and could not continue forward.
At this moment, Luo Ku secretly sighed in relief. He stopped moving and began to accumulate power in preparation for the next change. However, he was very nervous. He did not dare to relax in the slightest. He did not know when the dead spirit would launch its next attack.
The interval between the four attacks was getting shorter and shorter. Therefore, according to this pattern, the next attack would arrive very soon.
After waiting for a long time, Luo Ku saw another cloud of black fog surging toward him. He immediately focused and prepared to freeze it again.
He pointed his finger again. The Profound Ice Sword released a chilling aura again. Countless snowflakes flew out and attacked the black fog.
However, at this moment, Luo Ku secretly cried out in his heart.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a cloud of black fog appeared under Luo Ku's feet. He immediately lost control of his body and was sent flying.
This scene was very familiar. Back then, during the Grand Competition, he was heavily surrounded and defeated by this person.
The heel was the weakness of the Profound Ice Sword. This time, Luo Ku did not defend himself and allowed the enemy to succeed.
Immediately, the dead spirit under his feet rushed up and madly surged into Luo Ku's body.
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In a ruin, Xiao Yang sat cross-legged. The Thunderfire Divine Sword was erected in front of him, constantly emitting light. It was dazzling and the sword intent was awe-inspiring.
The surrounding aura of death seemed to feel threatened and quickly scattered. It did not dare to invade.
As for Jian Yun, after he returned the remaining sword intent to the Thunderfire Divine Sword, his spirit also lost its support. His spirit also surged into the sea of fire and was devoured by the lightning pool.
When Jian Yun gripped his sword once more, he had already decided what his ending would be. In the end, dying under his own sword did not seem to be a grievance.
At least he could make his own choice. Compared to his comrades, it was much better. Many people had now turned into dead spirits. They had lost their consciousness and became walking corpses in this world.
The higher a person's cultivation level, the more arrogant they would be. On the path of the Great Path, they would naturally strive forward. Even if there was a problem and they fell into a bottomless abyss, they would not be afraid. They would only be afraid of falling into depravity.
Once one's mind changed, many things would become meaningless.
If one lost their pride, even if they were eternal, they would become walking corpses. Then, what was the point of seeking immortality?
Suddenly, Xiao Yang opened his eyes. One of them was like thunder and the other was like raging fire.
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