I don't know when the purple light turned into pure white light.

It is not the color of ice and snow, but the warm and soft white light of the mysterious jade bottle.

This white light mixed with the pure whiteness of the frost, and for a moment the whole world was left with only a pale expanse.

"This is...this kind of power..." Snow God's face showed both shock and confusion about this unknown variable.

She has calculated almost everything accurately, including Qiqi, Enrika, and Yinshen spirit. As she said, all the changes are in her eyes, and there are no secrets at all.

However, just as Yin Shen had no idea about the changes in the Millennium Festival, she also missed the existence of the white jade bottle from the beginning.

Its origin and purpose are unknown, and it has been sitting quietly in Yu Ling's sea of ​​souls from the very beginning. It does not seem to belong to any kind of soul weapon, but its inherent power is enough to compete with the divine power of the gods of the Snow Realm.

Yu Ling cannot control such variables, and Snow God cannot control them.

Perhaps the power of Yin Shen was not enough to destroy her foundation, but at this moment, all her confidence and indifference were reduced to nothing under this white light.

This is a real threat of death.

Because no matter how calmly she behaves, she cannot change the fact that her strength at this moment has dropped to its lowest point.

Starting from the removal of several statues in the royal city at the end of winter, to the battles with Qiqi and Enrika, and then to the confrontation with the Yin God's magical power, the magical power she accumulated during the thousands of years of sleeping was about to be squandered.

All empty.

Yu Ling is almost exhausted, so why is she at the end of her battle?

It just depends on who can't hold on first.

However, this human will and this sudden change were far beyond her imagination. Just when she thought everything was going to be over, a life-and-death crisis came without warning.

Her power of ice and snow melted rapidly in the white light, and the blue holy light floating around her gradually weakened and extinguished. In the end, she looked like just an ordinary Snow Crystal tribesman.

To be precise, more than 10,000 years ago, when there were no gods in the snow world, she was the first snow crystal person to awaken her power. From then on, she was worshiped as a true god. With the worship of millions of tribesmen, she emerged in troubled times.

, and finally became the strongest man after the Dark Era and the only Lord of the Snow Realm.

But it doesn't make sense... After eight thousand years of slumber, when you wake up, you will face the end of death and soul destruction?

She tried to break away from the sea of ​​white light, but her whole world was only left with a vast whiteness, like an inescapable cage, annihilating her bit by bit.

The human youth in front of her had fallen into a state of confusion, but he still stood there tenaciously, with clear white light in his eyes, which seemed to reflect her figure.

In the end, they died together?

Her heart, which was so indifferent and emotionless, couldn't help but start to shake. There was disbelief, unwillingness, anger and contempt, because she could not bear to die in the hands of such an ant.

But a feeling of powerlessness and weakness had swept through her body. She felt the approach of death so clearly that she even thought that from the moment she transcended the holy realm, there would no longer be any force in the world that would endanger her life.

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However, there are always some things that cannot be explained by common sense.

Under the white light, the Snow Goddess began to sing ancient ballads, filled with a desolate and cold atmosphere. Her body gradually fell apart and turned into the purest and crystal clear white snow. She didn't know where she would go.

Almost in the blink of an eye, there was no one around where she stood, only the white snow was flying gently.

Yu Ling's dull and confused thinking could no longer tell whether the Snow God had really perished. He stared blankly at the falling snow, seemingly unable to understand why the Snow God suddenly disappeared, and seemed to be wondering why the snow had gone there.

float instead of falling to the ground.

Under the white light of the jade bottle, his soul sea, which was about to collapse, was barely maintained at a dangerous critical point, allowing his scattered thoughts to move slowly.

He thought for a long, long time, until the white snow almost completely disappeared from his sight, and then he finally figured out that these snowflakes still contained the last spiritual thoughts of the Snow God.

Of course she would not be willing to die. Even if she had to sleep for thousands of years, it would still be better than dying directly.

Yu Ling had a splitting headache, because his slow and stiff thoughts no longer knew what he should do next, how to save the glimmer of life he had worked so hard to get.

If you can't think about it, just stop thinking about it.

With his last instinct, he directed the white light all around to swarm up, covering all the ice and snow, and pulling them back tightly.

The white snow and the white light were suddenly stagnant in mid-air. But as time goes by, the white light will always dissipate.

It seems that in the end, he still can't kill her completely?

So sleepy, so heavy...

Where is the white light? His world is clearly dark?

No matter how hard I persist, I can't hold on anymore...

He tried his best, but he still felt regretful.

Yu Ling tried hard to maintain the shaky last glimmer of clarity. Whether it was his hallucination or not, he vaguely saw a wisp of ice and snow that seemed to be attracted by something and disappeared into the distance, as if something was pulling on it.

What could it be? Or a person?

He seemed to know, but he couldn't remember.

He subconsciously pushed the ice and snow in that direction, and the Snow God's last spiritual thoughts seemed to have become as hazy as Yu Ling's, with only a vague instinct remaining. She just wanted to stay away from this white light, so she was somewhat familiar with it.

And the breath of closeness has no resistance or resistance.

So the two got closer and closer until they completely merged into one.

Yuling didn't know if this was the end, but he could no longer resist the sweep of darkness.

I am really tired... I have never felt tired and sleepy before, and I also feel the endless pain of my soul being shattered.

He knew that if he closed his eyes, he might never wake up again, but after all, he couldn't hold on any longer, not even for a second.

"Aling!"

"Yuling, wake up!"

"Junior brother, we agreed to go back together..."

Whose voice is it? It's so familiar, but also so far away, so far away that it seems like a whole world away.

When all the sounds gradually fade away, what still belongs to him is endless darkness and silence.

But deep in the darkness, there is a faint light.

…

"Enrica, what's going on? Can you please say something?"

Looking at Yu Ling, who was unconscious and covered in frost, the group of people were so anxious that they were about to explode, but Enrika remained silent and did not speak.

"Enrica?" Finally, Dong Lu called softly.

The boy with silver hair and black eyes slowly raised his head and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "I don't know... Logically speaking, he is definitely dead. The sea of ​​souls has completely collapsed and shattered, and his vitality has been obliterated and frozen by the power of ice and snow. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it."

Maybe survive again.”

"Say what you have to say in one breath!" Nian Yubai said anxiously.

Enrika pursed her lips and said in confusion: "But it's strange, there is a white light filling the sea of ​​his soul, gathering all the fragments of his soul together. I don't know what will become in the end, but after watching him for a short time

His soul should not be dissipated. As for the power of ice and snow on his body, although no one can help him dissipate it.

Except, but there seems to be a special power deep in his bloodline, which is keeping his last chance of life, and is still gradually... waking up? Or awakening. It's just that this kind of awakening is very slow, unless there is a bloodline from the same source to help him revive.
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