"Yes, I see these people are crazy. They keep reading these unknown words, as if there is no end forever." As they walked, their subordinates said: "Be careful, the deeper they are, the more profound and dangerous these words are. If you look at them for two more times, you will be dizzy, and even vomit blood and faint."

The woman nodded, became more careful, and controlled herself not to look at the words on the soles of her feet. The group walked carefully towards the depths of the ruins. The more she walked, the fewer people could see on both sides.

In the end, almost no one could see it. Obviously, ordinary masters could no longer bear the profoundness and pressure in the text here.

In this case, an iceberg appeared in everyone's eyes.

It was an extremely huge iceberg, purely composed of white ice and snow. The group could even see the iceberg emitting a burst of cold air. Before they could get close, they felt as if they were frozen like bone marrow.

“What a big iceberg.”

"How come there is such a big iceberg here suddenly?"

The group looked at each other in surprise, and became more surprised and curious in their hearts. They accelerated their pace towards the direction of the iceberg. The closer they got to the iceberg, the lower the temperature around them. There were layers of thick frost growing under the feet of everyone, and there was a vast amount of white snow falling in the sky.

A servant couldn't help but look down at the ground, and saw countless large and small words engraved on the frost's surface. After looking at it, he stopped moving.

Another person behind him pushed him and shouted, "Why are you stopping and not leaving?"

Unexpectedly, when the push was pushed, the servant who looked at the ground was like a puppet, and fell to the ground with a clang, breaking into countless ice cubes.

He was actually frozen to death from the inside out.

Everyone was frightened when they saw this scene and subconsciously looked at the position of the ice corpse. They never woke up again after seeing this. Three more ice sculptures appeared in the crowd.

The leader of the leader shouted: "Be careful, the words are getting weirder and weirder. Don't look at the ground. You will be frozen to death."

A chill surged in my heart, and everyone present immediately raised their heads. They never dared to look at the words on the ground for a second.

The team leader looked at the eldest lady of Hanbingmen and asked, "Miss, do you still have to continue? It seems to be getting more and more dangerous."

The martial arts of the Hanbing Sect are to understand the ice and snow, so the people of this sect have a little stronger ability to resist cold than other sects, but even so, there is a limit.

At this moment, the eldest lady of Hanbing Sect frowned when she heard this and said, "People from other sects may come over at any time. We must figure out what this ruin is like before them and keep going."

She insisted on this, and there was no other way. The group could only turn their heads and walk towards the iceberg in shock and fear.

The temperature of the air around was getting lower and lower, and a lot of white air came from everyone's breathing. Even the young lady had a deep skill, her face turned a little blue at this time.

At this moment, a man pointed to the big iceberg and said, "On the mountain, there seems to be words engraved on the ice?"

Everyone looked at them all when they heard this, but they were immediately scared to look back. But even so, the words all over the mountains had already entered their minds.

The ice surface was engraved with endless and dense words "demon".

Although I couldn't understand the meaning of this Chinese word, everyone present still felt a surging demonic aura mixed with cold wind rushing towards me. The sunlight around me still became extremely dark, and everyone seemed to have fallen into the ice hell at once.

"What's going on the words on the iceberg?"

"It seems okay to see it, but it feels very depressing."

The eldest lady was brave enough to look at the direction of the iceberg. When she saw the magic word coming from the mountains, her whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

That is human instinct, human beings fear of darkness, coldness, and time.

But her eyes swept away. Suddenly she saw a small black dot under the iceberg, and her eyes narrowed. The scene in the distance became slightly clearer: "That's..."

A man, a man sitting cross-legged on the snow, with dark skin.

"There are still people in this kind of place?" She was shocked: "Are you running all the way without looking at the handwriting on the ground?"

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and a large group of people ran over from a distance. A servant walked to the eldest lady and whispered, "Miss, I'm from Chibeimen."

Chibei Gate is the second largest sect nearby besides Hanbing Sect. It is also a major competitor to the various resources of disciples now compete with Hanbing Sect for business and disciples.

I saw more than ten people on the other side riding on horses, connecting the horses with ropes, and rushing on the road through the horses.

"Haha, little guys from the Bingmen, let's take a step first." The other party obviously saw the people from the Bingmen, continued to ride on horseback, laughed and crossed the people in front of him, and rushed towards the direction of the cross-legged figure.

"These bastards." The lady gritted her teeth and shouted, "Let's go too, hurry up, run, don't let them get one step first."

The two groups rushed towards the Iceberg, cross-legged figures and rushed forward in a straight line.

"Damn it." Although they are all martial arts masters, they consumed a lot of physical strength while walking. In the end, the Hanbingmen and his group could only watch the horse team in front of them gradually widen their distance from themselves and run towards the cross-legged man.

"Miss, I don't know how many dangers there are in the ruins. I think it's useless to arrive at Chibei Gate before us. It's just a thunder for us."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with beards led by the group of people in Chibeimen shouted: "Erlang, go and see that man, see what happened to him, be careful."

I saw one man riding away from the horse team and running towards the cross-legged man. After careful investigation, Erlang shouted to the horse team: "It's a dead man, I'm gone."

"Is your heart beating?"

"Let me listen." Erlang turned his head, leaned his head against the cross-legged man's shirtless chest, and shouted loudly: "My heart is not beating anymore."

The bearded nodded: "You tie him to the horse's back and take him back and hand him over to the sect leader for research."

"Rareless." The eldest lady of Hanbingmen shouted angrily a few hundred meters away: "Chitianxing, do you still want to be shameless? This is my Hanbingmen territory. If you want to take it away?"

"Haha." Chi Tianxing laughed: "Wen Wanqing, can you still make this ruin? The things here are not from your Hanbingmen." The two of them quarreled and fought, and the members of the Hanbingmen ran quickly, getting closer and closer to the people of Chibingmen.

Erlang took out the rope from the horse's back and tied it to the shirtless man with a slightly dark skin in front of him.

At this moment, Zuo Qingcang, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.

It was this frowning action that Erlang immediately split into pieces and turned into blood.
Chapter completed!