A gust of dark wind quietly sneaked into the terrifying formation. In the mixture of ice and fire that seemed to be able to wipe out everything, it flipped dexterously and avoided many risks.
A few spots of light blended into the dark wind and crackled.
After being torn apart by the dark wind several times, it finally escaped from the formation. After wandering around freely in the wind for a few times, it was very easy to enter the group of buildings protected by the formation.
Towering ice palaces in the formation sit on top of crimson magma. The giant floating icebergs, like blue jade mountains, seem to be exuding the cold air that freezes time all the time.
Ice and fire reached an almost perfect balance and then remained quiet.
In the Ice Palace No. 7, in the new disciple's room, an Ice Flame man was blown by the dark wind and fell into a nightmare.
The Ice Flame People have tall bodies, their bodies are like ice crystals, but they all have fiery red eyes.
Among their talents, the entanglement of ice and fire gives them excellent talents for certain specific techniques.
A body that is strong enough to ignore many low-level frosts and flames, and at the same time has developed extremely strong defense and natural strength. Resistance... itself is actually a manifestation of defense, and a body with strong defense must also
Both have powerful power. These are inherently complementary to each other.
Reality is not a game. It is impossible to click on strength without any impact on speed. Click on defense, strength and vitality without any improvement.
After a while, the new disciple sat up from his ice bed.
The billowing cold air quickly and secretly gathered from the surroundings, and was quickly involved in his body.
What was originally just a little bit of cultivation was rapidly improving at an extremely impressive rate.
When his cultivation reached about the Yuan Shen realm, this strange and weird new disciple nodded with satisfaction and then stopped his work.
It's not that it can't continue, but if it continues, it will cause some big noise.
He needs to do something more secretly.
After identifying the direction, this strange new disciple quickly sneaked towards somewhere.
Along the way, he easily avoided all sentry posts, large and small.
Finally, he touched the core of the entire formation.
Wherever the great innate formation is stationed, there must be some kind of innate treasure.
As time goes by, it may be possible to condense it into an innate spiritual treasure.
Even if there is not enough time, it is an innate treasure and extremely precious.
However, at this time and place, this rare treasure is the core key point of the innate formation.
It is the foundation of the entire formation.
It is also the basis for stabilizing the balance of such a large array and attracting a large amount of energy concentration.
The strange new disciple peeked in quietly.
I saw a transparent ice crystal fire lotus in a black ice altar.
The balanced atmosphere of ice and fire is fully revealed on this ice crystal fire lotus.
"Why don't you see anyone guarding you?" The strange new disciple was a little surprised.
But after being surprised, it seemed that I couldn't think of that much at all.
He jumped up to the altar, stretched out his hand, and pulled up the ice crystal fire lotus.
In an instant, scarlet light shone from all directions.
The altar beneath your feet seeped out magma like plasma.
This strange new disciple didn't even have time to resist, and his body was melted into a stream of water.
But a ball of Yin Qi lingered in the cage, rushing left and right.
Yiku came out holding a piece of Yin and Yang jade, looked at the Yin Qi in the array, and said with a sneer: "Ghost Immortal Fang Xinbai!"
"You are well-known in Mu Mansion. I, Yi Ku, have heard about you for a long time, and I have set up this situation just to wait for you."
The Yin Qi hovered within the confinement of the altar, gradually condensing into an illusory and helpless human form.
He looked like a frail scholar, dressed in white with a square scarf on his head, holding a volume in his hand, looking at Yiku gloomily.
Then he saw the stone in Yiku's hand.
"I didn't expect that our side, Xinbai, would be deceived one day. But I was careless... Such an innate formation can give birth to a Yin-Yang stone, which is already the ultimate. How can anyone... be able to condense it?
An ice crystal fire lotus with a specific form that is only one step away from the innate spiritual treasure?" Ghost Immortal Fang Xinbai seemed to say with a wry smile.
Yi Ku held the stone tightly and seemed to say proudly: "I heard that people turn into ghosts after death, and ghosts turn into ghosts after death. Ghosts are afraid of ghosts, just as people are afraid of ghosts. You have cultivated the realm of ghosts and immortals, and with your supernatural powers, you can live in the ghost realm again.
Die once and gain a body that can change freely. It is almost invisible, just like disappearing into ashes. Most of the imprisonments and formations in this world are useless to you."
"But I do know that once you reveal your body and seek the truth of this world, you will never be able to return to your original form."
The ghost fairy Fang Xinbai on the altar suddenly woke up and tried to throw away what he was holding.
But I saw that the thing that was originally disguised as an ice crystal fire lotus returned to its original form.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a piece of sticky cloth, which was firmly stuck to Fang Xinbai's palm, and no matter how hard he tried to break free, he could not shake it off.
Suddenly, Fang Xinbai stopped struggling.
The book in his hand suddenly opened, and a big name was hooked in the bloody cinnabar.
His ghost body, which was originally condensed and gradually becoming more real, gradually faded away.
The piece of sticky cloth stuck to his palm also fell off.
At this time, not even the dark wind existed above the altar.
Only a thin line of smoke remained.
Not only is it intangible, but even its most basic existence is extremely thin.
When Yi Ku saw it, he was shocked and turned pale.
Holding the stone in his palm tightly, he watched the smoke with vigilance, quickly retreated, and gradually used all his strength, no longer hesitating, just wanting to leave this place temporarily.
After death, the ghost became a drunkard and almost turned into ashes.
When you die, you become a hope, just like the silence.
Most monks in this world are just seeking survival.
The so-called practice is to continuously strengthen one's sense of existence in this world and in the universe.
It also controls the rules and increases the right to speak.
Fang Xinbai did the opposite, what he wanted was non-existence.
Using the body of a ghost and immortal, approaching the immortal beauty of the golden immortal, and fixing the consciousness of the true spirit, he dies again, transforming back and forth between ghosts and ghosts, wandering invisibly.
Now trapped in a deadlock, he died again, and changed from a drunk to a hopeless person.
With such hope in the universe, no matter how powerful the magical power is, it cannot hit or trap it.
It's like fighting against the air and getting nowhere.
Only self-protection.
It's just that no matter how fast Yiku is, it can't be more weird and faster than Xi, who is like a thin smoke.
There was no feeling of touch, and the stone in Yiku's hand disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, the entire Xiantian Formation seemed to be on the verge of shutting down.
The outermost frost and earth flames simultaneously stopped their angry roars and seemingly endless rotation, and began to return to a long-lost calm.
Outside the formation, some people who had been waiting for a long time showed smiles.
"Fang Xinbai has succeeded!"
"Everyone, rush in and seize this place!" Someone waved his hand.
There were actually nearly ten figures, snatching them out at the same time and running towards the formation.
This is obviously two teams coming together to attack together.