Ye Ziheng thought for a long time, and finally took out two long sword magic weapons from the storage ring, and prepared to use the two swords as mountain pickaxes. However, when ye Ziheng really began to implement the plan, he found that the plan was simply impossible to achieve.

As soon as ye Ziheng's sword hit the icicle, let alone stab it in, and even some ice dregs fell down, he directly flicked ye Ziheng's sword open.

Seeing this scene, ye Ziheng was directly confused. What's the situation? Can't the magic weapon of Zhenwu reach the top level! That's how it goes!

When ye Ziheng had nothing to do, a voice suddenly came into his mind.

"Two fools, did you practice the Yanyang body in white before?"

It's not other people, it's the devil.

And ye Ziheng a listen to this also just suddenly between reaction come over, right! I have not cultivated the Yanyang body before, but also cultivated to the great realm!

So ye kept on thinking, and began to run "three turns of yin and Yang" in his body. A stream of hot yang rose slowly from ye Ziheng's body, and soon filled ye Ziheng's whole body. The cold feeling was reduced a lot, and even a little warmth came to his heart.

Then ye Ziheng tried to put his hand on the icicle, and a chill immediately penetrated into ye Ziheng's palm, but it was better than just now. There was no tingling.

Then after a few minutes, ye Ziheng also slowly indicated the cold, and began to climb toward the top of the icicle.

It's not a big problem to climb all the way, but the more you climb up, the colder ye Ziheng can feel, and the icicle he touches will become more and more piercing.

When ye Ziheng climbs to half of the time, the cold feeling has returned to the feeling when ye Ziheng is not running "three turns of yin and Yang" below.

And the stabbing pain from the palm makes people gnash their teeth.

But ye Ziheng still insisted, a bite of teeth, looking at the top of the icicle, began to climb up with a faster speed.

After a few minutes, ye Ziheng climbed two-thirds of the height. His hands were still stinging. His hands had turned into white ice, shaking and still climbing.

Until ye Ziheng had climbed four fifths of the icicle, he no longer felt the cold feeling in his palm, because his palm had lost consciousness. He felt that even if he took a pot of 1000 degree oil to fry his hand, he might not feel much.

Fortunately, although he lost consciousness, ye Ziheng was still able to control the movement of his hand. But even so, ye Ziheng didn't dare to use too much force. He felt that his palm was as fragile as ice. He was afraid that his hand would crack and burst like ice.

Ye Ziheng continued to climb, his body has already formed a layer of frost, white frost covered his face, body, at this time, he is like a carved ice general.

But when ye Ziheng climbs up every step, the frost will be a little scattered, but some will become more solidified because of the sharp drop in temperature.

Finally, ye Ziheng's hand touched the top of the icicle, then the second hand touched it, and then ye Ziheng's head also reached up, and he finally reached the top.

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