Nan Ming's chest felt tight, as if he was reliving the feeling of wanting to spit out a mouthful of old blood.
The face of Feng Danyuan in front of him overlapped with the girl's face that could not be seen clearly, but her eyes were still bright.
It turns out that the disagreement between the two of them is not a matter of this lifetime.
This man... is as annoying as ever.
Nanming tried hard to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart and said to Feng Danyuan: "Kunlun Yue should not be in the mountain."
When Feng Danyuan heard this, he slowly took back "Canghailu" and walked towards Nanming: "Where is that?"
Nan Ming said: "The high priest of the temple once said that for thousands of years, the power of the shaman god has protected the capital of Northern Xinjiang. I think Tianyu will spread it in a place where the turbidity is not strong, but the turbidity in the world will spread.
Yes, how can there really be a place where it is not dense? If you want to ensure that the power of the Witch God does not dissipate, there is only one way to constantly cleanse the turbid air."
Nan Ming pointed to the snow and then to the ice: "The snow jade of Kunlun Yue condenses the turbid air into ice and snow, and then slowly melts it away with the power of Tianyu's shaman god. When it melts away, the snow jade's divine power condenses into the ice and snow."
Within the power of the witch god, the cycle repeats like this, no matter it is thousands of years or tens of thousands of years, the power of the witch god will not dissipate."
"So, if I guess correctly, the ice, snow, trees and even the clouds in the sky are all made of Kunlun Yue."
Feng Danyuan understood.
No wonder, "Canghailu" can feel the divine power everywhere here, but still can't find a source. It turns out that it's not that it can't be found, but that it is everywhere.
The power of Kunlun Yue and Tianyu's shaman god has long been transformed into void objects, entangled here.
He nodded to Nanming, indicating that he knew what to do.
"Canghailu" surges in all directions like a giant wave, and instantly disperses to every corner of Fajiu Mountain.
At the same time, he also felt a chill that penetrated his muscles and bones floating in the air.
Feng Danyuan's brows darkened, and "Canghailu" roared, wrapping up the coldness that seemed to freeze everything, tightening it little by little.
The chill passed through "Canghailu" and seeped into Feng Danyuan's muscles and bones, like countless ice knives cutting his bones bit by bit. It was extremely cold and painful, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.
At this time, Nan Ming said loudly: "Hold it! Kunlun Snow Jade can cleanse a person's meridians and even internal organs. If you do this for several rounds, you can turn the divine power absorbed by 'Canghailu' into your own!"
It's okay if Nan Ming doesn't say it, but when he talks about Feng Danyuan, he almost wants to curse: Then he has to be saved! After a few more rounds, he is already dead in the first round, okay?
"Push harder! The Kunlun Yue has begun to condense and take shape!" Nan Ming shouted.
Feng Danyuan's pale face turned red. He finally couldn't help it anymore: "Shut up!"
He has eyes, he has seen it, and he does not need encouragement. He is no different from rolling around in a mountain of knives. He does not want to listen to any nonsense.
Nan Ming: "..." For the sake of promising Xiao Yu not to quarrel with you, I will bear with you this time.
If you don't want to say it, don't say it, so that he can save some saliva.
A long soldier that looked like an axe, but was several times larger than the axe, appeared in the air.
Feng Danyuan gritted his teeth, and "Canghailu" poured out one after another. Just as Nanming said, the magical power of snow jade absorbed by "Canghailu" cleansed his meridians and internal organs again and again.
That kind of sourness... Feng Danyuan felt that there was nothing better than this when the soul left the body and ascended to heaven.
