Above the Immortal Cultivation

The last three feet, the biting cold, the overwhelming cold, Wang Lu has turned into a blazing black fireball, but still can't resist this raging and fierce cold wave.

As the saying goes, three feet of ice is not a day's cold.

Now it seems not only reasonable, but also makes him and the ten thousand years of absolute ice separated by a chasm, insurmountable.

He had long lost all his pain, almost biting off his tongue, and half of his tongue that was about to fall off had been frozen into a blood clot in his mouth, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had frozen into an ice line with blood beads.

Kuiniu's strength was almost gone, and only 10% of his magic power remained. Wang Lu was on the verge of despair.

He only felt that all his thoughts and ideas were frozen at this moment, and only an unconscious obsession was left to support him until his death.

Facing the ten thousand years of absolute ice so close, the reflection in his pupils was so beautiful and moving, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Alas, he wanted to do something, but he knew that people would eventually run out of energy.

He wanted to do something, but he couldn't.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Kui Niu's strength was exhausted, and his magic power was gone. Wang Lu no longer had any protection and was immediately frozen.

He seemed to be dying with his eyes wide open, staring at the ten thousand years of ice within reach.

"Bang!"

Wang Lu fell straight down like a golden mountain overturning a jade pillar.

However, fate in the world is so wonderful.

Coincidentally, his body tilted and fell down, and his eyes barely passed three feet.

"Crash!"

The cold wave spread thousands of miles in an instant, freezing his body and everything around him, leaving him forever in a suspended, head lower than feet diving posture.

"Huh?"

Wang Lu turned his eyes in confusion, and felt that except for the part above his nose that was warm as spring, his whole body was frozen and motionless.

Now, he didn't care why he was still alive. He had to hurry, otherwise he would die!

The life given by God was extremely urgent, and he couldn't care about the other kind of eye-washing spirit liquid, Tianqing Water. He had to try his best.

The last chance, if he didn't succeed, he would die.

Wang Lu closed his eyes suddenly, and with a thought, the little Yuanying, who was already withered and lifeless and wrapped in a layer of frost, pointed a finger at his chest, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of Yuanying's blood. In an instant, a weak wisp of mana surged out.

The Yuanying looked ashen and fainted in an instant.

The opportunity was not to be missed, and while the last wisp of mana was not frozen, Wang Lu used all his strength to operate the "Snow Eye Art". After doing all this, with the Yuanying dying and seriously injured, Wang Lu's eyes went black and he fainted.

However, a miracle happened.

In an instant, snowflakes appeared in his eyes, and the magic power was like a rapidly rotating clock, running according to the "Snow Pupil Art" technique, and it was getting faster and faster. At the same time, the snowflakes in his pupils became more and more, and they became bigger and bigger, completely covering his eyes.

This was not over yet, and an incredible scene appeared again. Those snowflakes actually flew out of his eyes, turning virtual into real, and fell towards the ten thousand years of absolute ice.

However, this thing seemed to have a spirit, and it bounced suddenly and dodged the snowflakes.

However, it dodged once, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, and then the hundred thousand snowflakes, a million snowflakes, tens of millions of snowflakes, hundreds of millions of snowflakes, and snowflakes flooded from Wang Lu's eyes...

With a sound of "whoosh", the ten thousand years of absolute ice had nowhere to hide and escape, and was covered in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, and the painful groan of "Ah Yo" sounded at the bottom of the dark and lightless rift.

I saw a male cultivator with stiff limbs lying weakly on the solid ground. He struggled to support himself with his hands. "Alas", he didn't even get his upper body up, and his arms fell back to the ground with weak strength.

After resting for a long time, he slowly recovered a little strength. He tried again and finally sat up.

Hey, where am I?

The male cultivator recalled again and again, but his mind was in chaos. After thinking for a long time, he came up empty.

I saw a very weak blue light flickering in the ink-like black ground three feet away from him.

The male cultivator felt that the blue light seemed to have been seen somewhere, so he stretched out his right hand to grab it.

Who would have thought that what he touched was a thumb-sized unknown ore, which he took away and put in front of his eyes.

You don't know until you see it. When you see it, the blue light flashes, "swish, swish, swish...", as if time is going backwards, countless pictures pour back into his mind from his eyes.

The male cultivator is none other than Wang Lu, who has returned from death and is reborn as a human being.

Fortunately, he survived.