Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 3096 Not immortal, only empty!

Click!
The ice field under his feet split thousands of feet apart in an instant, and the bone-chilling lake water rolled up raging waves that filled the sky, sweeping towards Yan Jinghong and Yin.

hold head high--

Under the bottomless icy lake, there was a palpitating roar of terror.

Yin took a deep breath, and the silver gun in his hand suddenly swelled, directly reaching the ice surface, and with the help of the soaring length of the silver gun, he escaped from the engulfing huge waves.

However, although his reaction was quick, he was still on the front line.

boom!
The water waves condensed with ice slag hit Yin's chest heavily.

With the chill that invaded the bone marrow, it poured directly into the body.

"puff!"

Yin suddenly spewed a mouthful of fresh blood with icy slag, and white smoke rose from the blood, but with this blow, the cold air entered his body, almost killing half of Yin's life.

"It's over!"

Desperate thoughts flashed through Yin's mind.

As the third of Ten Blades, he can be regarded as experienced in hundreds of battles in Xiaofeng Battalion.

But there has never been such a powerless and hopeless moment as this moment.

He didn't even see clearly who his opponent was, so he was almost in danger of being wiped out.

"Boundless Cold Star! Frost God Realm!"

At this moment, a low growl sounded, and Yan Jinghong's whole body was covered with a layer of profound ice, turning into a translucent iceman.

With a wave of his hand, the turbulent waves directly condensed into icicles, firmly catching Yin who was falling in the air.

Yin's body continued to slide down along with the icicles, Yan Jinghong took a deep breath, and slapped his palms violently, the icicles rumbled and spread continuously, sending Yin's body directly out of the cracked area of ​​the ice.

"Brother Yan!"

Yin fixed his eyes on Yan Jinghong. Although he was out of danger, in his line of sight, he clearly saw a huge caudal fin, which was slapping down fiercely on the top of Yan Jinghong's head.

Click!

The black ice that had condensed on Yan Jinghong's head was directly shattered.

Then, his whole body was submerged by the lake water.

"No—Brother Yan!"

Yin roared frantically, however, it was already too late!
As Yan Jinghong was swallowed by the icy lake, the lake water he controlled was instantly shattered.

boom!
Silver fell heavily on the ice, and the icy lake that was originally broken was frozen again.

Everything happened too fast, looking at the snow-covered glaciers, Yin clenched his fists tightly and let out an extremely sad wail, "No! No! No!——"

Being swallowed by such a glacier, there is almost no possibility of surviving, let alone how many ferocious ancient behemoths lurk underwater.

Yin beat the ice heavily, but unfortunately, there was no response under the ice.

a long time……

Long time...

When Yin was almost understood to be about to lose consciousness, he finally had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Miracle, it won't happen.

"Brother Yan, you gave me this life, and I will never forget it!"

Yin knelt on the glacier, tears filled his eyes, and the tears were also frozen into ice crystals, so cold that his complexion turned purple.

Facing the direction where Yan Jinghong was "swallowed", he knocked his head heavily, and then started the journey again.

Maybe he and Yan Jinghong didn't know each other for a long time, and they formed a team only because they fought against Fredjoll together.

But at this moment, Yin's gratitude to Yan Jinghong has been engraved deep in his soul.

……

Am I dead?

I never thought that I, Yan Jinghong, would die in order to save people. What an irony?

Yan Jinghong, who sank into the frozen lake, only felt that his consciousness seemed to be separating from his body little by little.

When he was in the Tianbai Empire, he was only eleven or twelve years old, and he was regarded as a legend, becoming a unparalleled existence in the empire.

If he hadn't met Ling Feng, maybe he would have spent his whole life in a small place like the Tianbai Empire, complacent, thinking that he was a peerless monster.

His life might be completely different from what it is now.

It was still the domineering, arrogant and rebellious young master of the Yan family.

Gollum...

Gollum...

Yan Jinghong kept exhaling the breath of participation in his body, and he felt his body sinking deeper and deeper under the frozen lake.

The light above has gradually faded away.

He seemed to be drawn into a bottomless abyss, and was finally completely swallowed by darkness.

This time, it's really dead.

Yan Jinghong finally passed out completely. Although the Xuntian Ice Soul in his body automatically condensed into a mysterious ice armor to protect his whole body, but after a long time, he might be directly crushed to pieces by the terrifying pressure under the frozen lake.

dark!

icy!

Until the last abyss, eternal sinking.

……

woohoo-

In the icy world, the cold wind howled.

In the snow valley, one can vaguely see a glowing red fire, exuding bursts of warmth.

By the bonfire, surrounded by an old and a young.

The old man was expressionless, sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, and in his eyes, there were strange inscriptions floating, resembling yin and yang fish.

The boy had seen such an inscription many times before.

And, never forget.

The young man stared at the old man beside him, there were too many secrets in him.

He was obviously dead, but for some reason, he would come back to life again.

In the words of the old man, he broke through the constraints of the magic wheel of the seven emotions, broke through the seven emotions and six desires, and reincarnated.

It was a force he could not comprehend.

But at this moment, he is indeed a living and living person.

He told himself that now he was free.

Without the restriction of the Seven Emotions Demon Wheel, he is no longer a ring slave, and from then on, he can freely walk between heaven and earth.

But the young man felt extremely at a loss about the road ahead.

He once stood at the peak, but also declined in the altar.

He once gained a moment of relief, and also once fell into the devil's way because of resentment.

But in the cycle of death and rebirth again and again, he gradually lost his way.

What am I?
What is the meaning of my existence?

Why every time, I will die in his hands.

Even if I leave, is it just another taste of despair and failure?
Therefore, he did not leave, but just followed the old man.

The old man didn't drive him away, and took him all the way north, to the northernmost cold region in the world.

The old man said that he was going to fetch something.

The young man knew that everything the old man did was probably for him.

The proud man who defeated himself.

It is also the grandson of the old man.

Although she couldn't understand why the old man forced his own grandson to kill the old servant who raised him.

And why did he let his own grandson kill every woman he cared about around him.

But the young man knew that the old man must have attached great importance to his grandson in his heart.

Otherwise, in the past few days, he didn't need to support his decayed body to fight against the terrifying monster under the ice field.

Yes.

The old man's body was so weak that every day in the middle of the night, the teenager would be woken up by the old man's coughing.

On the second day, he could see a dark red buried under the nearby ice surface.

But the boy didn't ask anything, just followed the old man like this.

Since he can't find the meaning of his own life.

Then, use the remaining time to accompany this old man who has given himself a new life again and again.

He can always find the meaning of his existence.

huh... huh...

The wind is very strong tonight, and the chill is coming in. Even the boy who was born with the Frost Holy Body still feels a little bit of chill.

The bonfire was blown wildly, and the boy hurriedly added a few logs to the fire.

Maybe the bonfire can't bring warmth, but the light can drive away the darkness.

Finally, the old man took a deep breath, as if he had finished adjusting his breath.

He took a look at the young man, and said calmly: "Tomorrow you will deal with five monsters, and they will be about [-]% stronger than today's."

"Ah."

The boy nodded, just clenched his fists and said, "I will defeat them, no matter how many!"

The old man didn't say much, just lay down on his side, with his back to the young man, as if he didn't want the young man to see him in a mess.

Although in the second half of the night, he would cough so hard that he could hardly stand up straight.

"As far as I know, you should be a medical saint, right? That guy's medical skills are very good, you are his grandfather, why don't you cure yourself first?"

Looking at the old man's back, the young man finally couldn't help asking.

"If the cure is good, do I still need to wait until today?"

The old man didn't turn around, but turned his back to the young man, and said slowly: "It's a miracle that I can survive to this day due to the injury caused by the immortal powerhouse."

"Xiandao..."

The young man showed a look of bewilderment, "Are there really immortals in this world? Above the peak of martial arts?"

"Wu Zhiji, suppressing the sky, can't become immortal, only become empty."

The old man took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Even in my realm, in front of the immortal realm, I'm nothing more than an ant. But what the child has to face is the countless immortal masters above the immortal realm!"

"Even you..."

The young man was stunned.

In his eyes, if there are immortals in the world, maybe the old man in front of him is like an immortal.

But at this moment, the old man told himself that he was just an ant in the eyes of the immortal powerhouse.

In this world, is there really such a powerful existence?

And he...

Does he really have to face such a terrifying enemy?

In comparison, what is oneself?
"I can't help him."

The old man shook his head and took a deep breath, "My crippled body is the limit."

Perhaps it was because the old man's physical condition was a little better today, so it was rare for him to say a few words today.

Even, it is many times more than all the words these days.

"Why do you become enemies with the immortal strongman? What are your identities?"

The boy couldn't help but ask.

"Would you like to hear a story?"

The old man sat up suddenly, raised his palm and put it on the blazing bonfire.

The red flames reflected his complexion red.

"Yeah." The boy nodded, "If you want to say it."

"That's a long, long story..."

The old man took a deep breath, "The protagonists of the story are two very powerful races, one is the Heavenly Dao, and the other is the Xuntian..."

……

……

The old man's story was very long, and when he finished speaking, the sky gradually became brighter.

In the heart of the young man, waves of turmoil were set off.

It turned out that the old man in front of him actually had such a background, and that guy was his grandson, which meant...

They are all descendants of the Heavenly Dao Clan!

OMG!

No wonder that guy is so evil.

But this also means that once he sets foot in martial arts, he will definitely attract the pursuit of the Xuntian clan.

If it is not strong enough, there is only one dead end.

The expression on the boy's face changed again and again.

I actually want to compete with the Son of Heaven.

How ridiculous!
"Do you think your aptitude is too poor to be compared with him?"

The old man suddenly stared into the young man's eyes, and slowly said: "You can break through the seven emotions magic wheel, which has proved that you are extraordinary. If there is anyone in this world who is qualified to fight side by side with him, perhaps, only you .”

"I?"

The boy pointed at himself, shook his head and laughed, "Even if it's true, I don't want to fight side by side with him."

For the teenager, that guy was his nightmare.

It's fine to die once in his hands.

But he died at his hands again and again.

He didn't want to face this nightmare again.

"What if I say that you can only find your own meaning if you follow him?"

The old man stared at him, "You have been searching for your own meaning, I can't give you the answer, but he can."

The boy clenched his fists, "You just want me to help him? After all, he is your grandson."

"You can think so, but you and his fate are always linked together. Do you think this is really just a coincidence?"

The old man didn't say much, just raised his finger, and tapped lightly on the young man's brow.

A light red light followed the boy's eyebrows and directly merged into his spiritual sea.

Then, it disappeared again, as if falling into a deep sleep.

"When one day you realize it, I think you will be able to master this power."

The old man exhaled slowly, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself, "The sky...is bright again."

He got up slowly, stepped on the bonfire, and continued to move towards the depths of the snow valley.

"Ling..."

The young man clenched his fist, raised his hand and touched his forehead, "What is that, is it the strength he left me?"

Shaking his head to put those distracting thoughts behind him, the boy quickly followed.

Today, he has to face even more terrifying and powerful beasts.

……

What do I mean?
What is my existence for?
Yan Jinghong's body continued to sink into the dark and cold abyss.

However, suddenly a consciousness popped into his mind, and his body trembled.

Then, Gululu spat out a few bubbles.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a light red light flickered between his eyebrows.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

Finally, under the envelope of red light, Yan Jinghong's body gradually regained its temperature.

"Maybe I haven't found my own meaning yet, but before I find the answer, I will never die like this! My path is to fight side by side with Ling Feng!"

Yan Jinghong clenched his fist tightly, the red light between his brows revived his whole body in an instant.

He is the Holy Body of Frost, and has the power of surveying the sky and ice soul.

So what if it sinks into a frozen lake?

"We must find a way to get out of here as soon as possible!"

Yan Jinghong circulated the power of Xuntian Ice Soul in his body, and re-transformed into the form of an iceman, instead of going up, he chose to continue diving.

He could sense that in the depths of the lake, there was a force calling him.

(Ding! Yan Jinghong's hack has arrived, but Ling Feng's will be far behind?)
(End of this chapter)