Chapter 3654
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"The Third Realm …"
"Ice and snow?"
Hun Zhen grabbed Zhen Xiaoxiao's hand. He wasn't injecting warmth into her body. Instead, he was directly transferring the coldness that was constantly invading her skin to his own body.
In the first second, the frost on Zhen Xiaoxiao's face disappeared. At the same time, snow fell from between Hun Zhen's eyebrows, and his skin turned pale.
In the blink of an eye, Hun Zhen's speed of refining the ice power increased. Baiyi disappeared from between his eyebrows, and his cheeks turned pale again.
"Xiao Xiao, you are right. Fairy Cang Wen is really a good person." Hun Zhen had a mischievous expression on his face as he smiled faintly.
Who would have thought that Cang Wen would send Xiaoxiao to the Heavenly Demon Clan in the Second Realm before he even used his trump card? Now, the ice power of the Extreme Freeze seemed to speed up his fusion with the main soul!
The main soul's Dream Technique was profound, and it was impossible to master it so quickly.
However, the Ice Technique was a primordial supernatural power cultivated by an ice-attribute spiritual root. After this period of fusion, coupled with the stimulation of the snow, it became easier to use!
"Xiaoxiao was questioning why I didn't use the Dream Technique to fight the enemy. Now, I can finally use the Ice Technique to prove myself!" Hun Zhen did not have the slightest awareness of being a small soul. Silver light flowed in his eyes, emitting a frightening light.
"Die! This time, I'll make sure you die without a burial place in the Snow's Illusion! "
Pandan, who had finally accepted the fact that he had broken through to the Second Realm, clenched his fists tightly. He did not believe that Hun Zhen and his disciple would be so lucky this time!
It was said that the Snow's Illusion's Extreme Freeze was sharper than weapons. Not only could it seal a cultivator's blood flow and heartbeat, but it could also destroy the internal structure of an artifact.
When Ye Soundless tried to cross this formation, he almost died and used up a lot of heavenly treasures. Now, with the help of his master's formation core, no one could survive the extreme chill!
"Xiaoxiao, stand behind me."
His ink-black robe fluttered, and ice and snow swirled under his moon-white shirt.
Upon hearing Hun Zhen's voice, Zhen Xiaoxiao quickly hid behind him. At the same time, he felt that Hun Zhen indeed had the strength of a Small Gruel who could summon the wind and control the snow.
"Wake up, idiot!"
"Watch my arrow!"
The ice butterfly was still on the main soul, but the so-called ice technique was like a fish in water in an icy environment. Hun Zhen held a snowflake falling from the sky in his right hand, and a cracking sound came from his palm. A silver-blue ice bow suddenly appeared out of the snow!
Sensing the abnormal flow of immortal might from the intruder, the whole of He Xue's illusory realm seemed to sense a huge threat.
Other than the wind and snow, there was also the word "illusion" in this formation.
As a result, Zhen Xiaoxiao's ears rang with the sound of thousands of horses and thousands of soldiers galloping. Looking ahead, the icy plain that had been flat just a moment ago was suddenly filled with precipitous cliffs tens of thousands of feet high. Large amounts of snow, with the momentum of collapsing rocks, wrapped in fine dust, came crashing down.
Just like in the Rising Sun Demon Realm, it was as if Xiaoxiao and Hun Zhen's opponent was not a single cultivator, but the entire world!
Feeling the needle-like coldness surging in from all directions, Zhen Xiaoxiao could not help but tighten her neck. She felt that the crisis had taken control of her breathing and heartbeat. However, Hun Zhen, who was standing in front of her, became even more graceful and calm.
Wind and snow …
This was his home ground.
Even if the ground cracked and the mountains collapsed, he still firmly held the initiative.
"I say … Thousand Rivers of Snow."
The corners of Hun Zhen's beautiful lips curled up slightly as he uttered a beautiful poem from his lungs.
He had never softly recited this sentence before, but it was as if he had recited it in his heart countless times.
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