This is indeed a white desert. Apart from the boundless ice fields, there is nothing and no life. There are no ferocious snow wolves, no penguins encountered along the way, and no various small ice animals. There is only a vast expanse of white.
A piece of endless ice field. There are no glaciers here, and there are no mountains of snow-capped mountains. There are only howling winds, which seem to tear apart everything here. Sikong used Gang Qi to protect his body, and the crystal coffin behind him was already covered with ice.
"Where is the palace master?" Sikong looked around.
If Sikong hadn't heard from his master that Ni Cangtian was practicing hard at the South Pole, Sikong would never have imagined that he could stay in this place for thirty years. Let alone thirty years, even if he was allowed to stay for a month, he wouldn't be able to do it.
In this ghost place, there are no living things, no Internet, no lavish life, only extremely cold and cold wind that never stops all year round.
Sikong continued to move forward.
Um?
Sikong immediately felt something was wrong. When he just stepped in, he clearly felt a kind of fluctuation of breath. This kind of breath was essentially different from the breath of nature. This kind of breath was obviously the breath of a martial artist.
"Palace Master!" Sikong was overjoyed.
Bo!
Suddenly, an invisible big hand grabbed Sikong out of thin air. Sikong was shocked and turned pale. Just when he was about to struggle, his eyes suddenly turned white and the person disappeared in an instant. At that moment, Sikong felt that he
It's like appearing in another world.
It's like a large square place, with a village full of flowers, birds, grass and animals.
"Oh my god!" Sikong was stunned.
Although it is not a big place, there are flowers and grass here, there is no extreme cold, and there is spring-like warmth. A few birds are flying, and hares are running wildly.
"Palace Master, it must be the Palace Master." Sikong shouted.
"Who are you?" came an old voice.
thump……
Sikong hurriedly knelt down and then shouted: "Palace Master, I am a disciple of Shengxu Palace and Ding Qianqiu's disciple. I came to look for the Palace Master this time because I want to ask the Palace Master to save my master. My master
He was seriously injured and his life was in danger.”
"Ding Qianqiu is seriously injured?" The voice seemed a little confused: "With Ding Qianqiu's strength, there are probably very few people in this world who can be his opponent. Even if he is invincible, he cannot be his opponent. Is it possible...Thailand
Is the holy monk of the Emerald Buddha Temple out of seclusion?"
"No, no." Sikong shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's not that, but... a young grandmaster in the country!"
"Young Grandmaster?"
As the voice fell, a shadow passed by, and then an old figure appeared in front of Sikong. He was 1.75 meters tall, wearing a snow-white robe, barefoot, with silver on his head and around his waist. He had two slender knots.
The old man has a majestic face and an otherworldly aura about him.
He is Ni Cangtian, the master of Shengxu Palace.
Twenty-eight years ago, he fought with the holy monk of the Emerald Buddha Temple in Thailand and lost only one move. Since then, there has been no legend of defying the sky. He lurked at the South Pole, tempered his body in extreme environments, and
Prove the way of heaven, feel the power of heaven and earth, and absorb the essence of the sun and moon.
Twenty-eight years have passed by in a flash.
"Palace Master!" Sikong was lying on the ground: "Please save my master."
"Ding Qianqiu." Ni Cangtian sighed and said, "Even if he is saved, so what, he is no different from the living dead!"
"Ah?" Sikong was shocked.
"His cultivation is completely ruined, and martial arts is no longer possible." Ni Cangtian sighed and said: "Even if he is alive, he is just a mortal. Rather than doing this, it is better to leave to avoid lamenting in the future."
"No no!" Sikong shook his head hurriedly and said: "Palace Master, as the old saying goes, it is better to die than to live. Master, he has practiced hard all his life and has never enjoyed happiness. Even if Master is alive and has no cultivation, I will respect him well.
Let him take care of him until he is old."
Ni Cangtian looked at Sikong in surprise and said, "Ding Qianqiu has taken on a good disciple."
"Palace Master, please." Sikong choked.
"That's alright." Ni Cangtian took a deep breath and said, "In that case, I will make an exception and take action."
Swish.
Ni Cangtian waved his right hand, and Ding Qianqiu's crystal coffin appeared in front of Sikong.
Sikong was dumbfounded. Just taking something from the air with one hand was enough to shock him. What kind of state does it need to reach to have such a powerful power? The way of heaven? No no! Master Ding Qianqiu is already the master of heaven.
With his strength, it is simply impossible for him to achieve such abilities.
Just now, he was caught by Ni Cangtian Void's hand, and he had no room to resist.
Now, this crystal coffin, plus the master's weight, weighs a thousand kilograms. And he is as simple as searching a bag to retrieve objects. It is not impossible for a martial artist to retrieve objects from a distance, but if you want to reach the level of Ni Cangtian,
It is so easy and effortless to catch something weighing a thousand kilograms from several kilometers away. It is simply impossible. With the peak strength of Master Sikong Martial Arts, it is probably impossible to catch even a branch a hundred meters away.
The farther the distance, the requirement for strength increases almost geometrically. Sikong can pick up something within ten meters, but if it is a hundred meters away, nothing can be done. The crystal coffin just now is probably several kilometers away
Outside, right? One can imagine how terrifying Ni Cangtian's strength is.
Ni Cangtian glanced at the crystal coffin that was already wrapped in ice and snow, and waved his hand gently. The ice and snow peeled off.
Inside, you can see Ding Qianqiu, who was burnt black, but still had a glimmer of life left.
"Ding Qianqiu is already a master of the Tiandao Grandmaster realm, and he was injured like this?" Ni Cangtian had already sensed that Ding Qianqiu was seriously injured a few kilometers away, and was still a little surprised when he saw it: "Use
All the true energy protected your heart and saved your life. However, how can I save you without an innate master?"
"Palace Master, can't you do it too?" Sikong was shocked.
"Maybe it wasn't possible ten years ago." Ni Cangtian smiled and then said, "But, ten years from now I will be unbeatable."
As he spoke, a surging power surged out of his body.
That power caused the surrounding flowers and plants to grow crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye. The buds opened in the blink of an eye, and the lawn suddenly grew much taller. The eggs in the bird's nest actually broke out of their shells and began to chirp.
That crazy power of true energy was like the source of life, nourishing all living creatures around it. Finally, it poured crazily into the crystal coffin.
Ding Qianqiu's damaged muscles are healing, and the burned skin is reborn. The power of life is great, and the power of the source of life is infinite. Ding Qianqiu's body is healing, and the heart veins protected by the true essence in the body are receiving external power.
It opens immediately after moisturizing.
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