The Glory of All Nations Chapter 19 The Arctic Mausoleum
Seeing that the cold air on Xue Bing'er's body became more and more intense, so cold that it penetrated the bones, Ling Feng had to use Xuan Qi to protect herself to feel better.
The oil lamp had solidified and went out, and the room was dark again. The cold air began to condense into an ice tornado. The quilt and bed were frozen as hard as stone, and then torn apart and turned into ice cubes and flung around.
Ling Feng didn't dare to resist, so he quickly took a few steps back, avoiding the ice and watching the little whirlwind from a distance.
The air flow tore the windows apart like a knife, and even cut white streaks on the floor and walls, and the sound of crashing could be heard endlessly.
Xue Qingshanshan came late, with tears in her eyes. After running in from the outside, she ran desperately towards Xue Bing'er in the center of the storm, ignoring the strong airflow that cut red lines on his face.
At this time, Ling Feng stepped out and pointed the tip of the sword to the ground. Xuan Qi spurted from the Ling Palace to the whole body, churning in every meridian. The person, the sword, and the hand were all in a natural straight line, as if they were going to pierce the sky.
, runs through this place.
"Tianhe is in chaos!"
The Qingfeng sword in his hand suddenly lifted up, the floor was lifted, tables and chairs were moved, a storm rolled in, and in the blink of an eye, all objects rushed towards Ling Feng's hand, like a spiral vortex surrounding the sword.
Ling Feng only felt that the spiritual palace was in trouble, and then everything was thrown at Ling Feng without being affected.
"It's going to be bad!"
With a muffled shout, Ling Feng looked at the various things whizzing in front of him, his eyelids twitching. He couldn't hide, and he couldn't die, but he would definitely stay in bed for ten and a half days.
Tables, chairs, wood, bricks, and tiles all appeared in front of him. Just when he was ready to scream, those things were blocked by an invisible barrier, and then they all fell down, smashing.
Smoke and dust billowed.
"snort!"
There was a cold snort in his mind at the same time, and Xue Sha couldn't help but feel depressed. This kid wanted to show off in front of him, but he never wanted to hit his face, right?!
"this..."
With an embarrassed smile on his face, Ling Feng scratched his head and quickly shifted his attention, digging through the mess on the floor. He saw Xue Qing holding Xue Bing'er in the mess, looking at her anxiously, not knowing whether it was tears or sweat.
It was dripping down his face.
Xue Bing'er seemed to be fine now, her breathing had slowed down, and her chest was rising and falling rhythmically.
Xue Qing breathed a heavy sigh of relief and looked at Ling Feng gratefully, with an expression that didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, extremely miserable;
If Ling hadn't taken the storm away at the critical moment, he would never have been able to come to Xue Bing'er so "easily", let alone give her the pill.
After thinking about this, Xue Qing slowly leaned Xue Bing'er against the wall and adjusted it to make her sleep more comfortable.
He turned around and looked at Ling Feng with tears streaming down his face. He bent down with his fists in his hands and said with a choked voice: "Xue Qing, the thirteenth generation descendant of the Bing Lingxue family, has no way to thank me. I can only..." After saying this, he wanted to kneel down.
Down.
Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, "Bing Ling?" But then he saw Xue Qing's movements, and immediately took two steps at a time and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, "You can't kneel, you are killing me!"
Xue Qing wiped her tears blankly. Her back was already somewhat curved, making her look very old. The soft moonlight shone into the room.
Ling Feng smiled and waved his hand, and a big bed appeared out of thin air.
The floor is white and clean, and there are hundreds of birds carved on it, which are exquisite.
He stepped aside and signaled Xue Qing to carry Xue Bing'er up. As a result, Xue Qing's eyes flashed with a smile, and then she walked out of the room with her hands behind her back and sighed: "I can't carry you anymore..."
"...."
Ling Feng looked at the bed, then at Xue Bing'er, scratched her head, and picked up Xue Bing'er helplessly. She felt that the little person in her arms was cold. When she lowered her head, she saw that there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth.
A peaceful smile made Ling Feng feel empty in his heart and he smiled softly.
He lifted the quilt, gently placed her on the incredibly soft bed, then slowly covered her with the quilt, looked at her beautiful face carefully, and then carefully turned around and left.
But just as he turned around, Xue Bing'er on the bed opened her big, watery eyes as if she was feeling something, with a hint of cunning in her mischief. She pressed the mattress curiously with her little hands, blinked, and
He pulled up the snow-white quilt to bury his little nose, and closed his eyes obediently.
…
In the yard, the shadows of dead trees swayed slightly on the ground, and the moonlight shone on Xue Qing's face. Ling Feng came to his side and asked: "Is there any successor to Bing Ling?"
Xue Qing raised his withered palm and gave the moon a hard squeeze, as if he wanted to crush it. His eyes seemed to have flames burning, but then dimmed again, and he said in despair, "Only Bing'er and I are left.
After that battle, the glory of the past could not be returned."
Ling Feng smiled and said: "Maybe the glory of your ancestors can be recreated by you?"
The northern tip of the continent!"
Xue Qing was full of confidence in her granddaughter, but she felt extremely distressed. Although each burst of cold air would make her stronger, if she couldn't survive it, she would sleep in the ice mausoleum like all the clan girls in the past.
Bingling, the holy land that once ruled the North of the Peak, is rumored to be the inheritance left by the Snow Ancestor. It is the gathering place for the strongest Ice Mystic practitioners in the Qingxuan Continent. It is the holy land in the eyes of all Bingxuan, but they actually don’t know if there is one.
Bing Ling, because Bing Ling has not appeared for too long.
Nowadays, all the heroes in Extreme North have gathered together, and they all want to control Extreme North. Compared with Extreme Nan Yaoling, Extreme Peak East Baijia, and Extreme Summit West Fushan.
Bing Ling has been silent for too long. Someone needs to carry the pole. "Can you sit on that chair?" Xue Qing suddenly turned around and asked.
Ling Feng was stunned and said with a helpless smile: "I don't want to sit, but they forced me to sit. Baijia is not the same as before. Someone needs to sit down so that it can be stable."
"Are you so confident?" Xue Qing felt very surprised. Dongbaijia is not like Bingling. Baijia is more like a place where capable people live. No matter who they are, as long as they have the qualifications, they can sit in that chair, unlike Yaoling.
They must have their own institutional rules.
Ling Feng smiled slightly and said nothing more. The two stood together and looked at the moonlight in the sky.
Suddenly a powerful force appeared, and the sound of bloodshed echoed in the courtyard. "If he can't sit up, I'll beat his butt!"
Xue Qing's pupils shrank sharply. He looked around but there was no one there. He looked at Ling Feng in surprise and said, "Your leader?" Ling Feng's handsome face was as dark as Mo. He nodded with difficulty and subconsciously let go of his hands.
On my buttocks, I deeply feel that this road is not easy to walk.
"Haha, this... is really an expert." Xue Qing said with a smile.
Ling Feng ran away without interest and walked into a house to break through.
I sat down on the floor, took out the fruit, and swallowed it in two mouthfuls. I didn't feel anything at first, but slowly my stomach began to heat up, and then extremely pure profound energy began to appear, faster and faster.
Ling Feng was sweating like rain, guiding the profound energy through the meridians one after another, and then gathered it in the Ling Palace, and then started to open up the remaining meridians from the Ling Palace.
Finally, he began to sprint to the third level of pulse refining. The spiritual palace was struck again and again by the mysterious energy. If you could see inside Ling Feng's body, you would find that his spiritual palace was red, and a bright red light was beating as fast as his heart.
agitating.
After a few hours, Ling Feng felt that he still couldn't do it. If he couldn't break the spirit palace, it meant he couldn't regain a stable new state.
He opened his eyes and took out a piece of fruit again, swallowing it in one gulp without having any time to notice the taste.
Due to the overwhelming amount of profound energy in Ling Feng's body, a sound like running water even appeared, and there was a crisp sound in the Ling Feng Palace. In an instant, Ling Feng's fingers kept pinching various seals in endless patterns, and the floor began to become unbearable.
The weight sunk in.
The mysterious energy between heaven and earth began to gather towards Ling Feng, whizzing past. The house was already dilapidated, but when Ling Feng messed with it again, it was like an earthquake. The wooden walls still shook and rattled, and the bricks
The tile fell from Ling Feng's head, but was blown away before it touched Ling Feng.
The fragments of the broken spirit palace in Ling Feng's body actually began to reassemble and merge again, slowly merging into a ball of red light, which was larger than before and seemed to be harder, like substance.
When Ling Feng opened his eyes again, he found that Xue Sha was staring at him carefully, with an expression of disbelief on his face that could not be concealed at all.
After discovering that Ling Feng was fine and had successfully broken through to the third level of pulse refining, Xue Sha took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "Who taught you to break through like this?"
"No one teaches me, is there a problem?"
"Yes! And it's a big problem. Do you know that if you weren't special, if others dared to do this, the spiritual palace would be shattered and become a useless person!"
Ling Feng was startled, "Aren't you like this?", Xue Sha said fiercely: "Your family really didn't teach you anything and let you act like this?"
"You didn't say anything. Just let me come as I please. Otherwise, why would my father and I be here?"
Xue Sha sighed deeply, feeling like he had accepted some kind of monster, his breakthrough was so different.
Ordinary people only need to have enough profound energy to maintain the expansion of the spiritual palace to successfully break through. It would be better for him to just destroy the spiritual palace and rebuild it to make a bigger one.
Fortunately, he is indeed extraordinary. He can learn his first sword and use it at a glance. Without saying anything else, the bloody killing disappeared. He wanted to calm down, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Ling Feng scratched his head in confusion. He stood up and found in embarrassment that the surroundings were in chaos. Especially the place where his butt was sitting was dented and the floor was broken piece by piece. It seemed that since he came here,
Xueqing's house always suffers from disasters.
When he opened the door, it was already early morning, and the cool wind caressed his face. He came to Xue Qing's room and knocked on it.