Chapter 181 Ice Prison

The ice hell and the flame hell are only separated by a golden mountain. From the west of the mountain is an endless ice field, and to the east of the peak is the bloody dark abys of flames.

It is said that thousands of years ago, the Buddha and the devil fought on the Golden Mountain and finally subdued the demon. However, their own body also died, and the reli fell into the mountain, making the whole mountain stained with Buddha's nature and having a hardness comparable to steel. And the ice hell and flame hell are also the products of a shocking war between Buddha and demons. Since then, people have been cut off, and countless demons have been bred, which have become a forbidden place for mortals to stop.

Even for those with excellent cultivation in the magic door, few people can retreat from the two prisons. However, Qin Yan once heard the blood wolf monk say that Yan Indiran and Huang Fan had practiced in the ice hell and benefited a lot. He thought that with my young master's current cultivation, it is absolutely better than Huang Fan five years ago and the wild geese ten years ago. Since the two brothers can retreat completely, why should I be afraid of the forbidden land?

So, he set out along the snowy river, trekked hundreds of miles north, climbed over the snow-capped mountains, and came to the frost plain north of the mountains.

This is the famous ice hell!

Qin Yan raised his eyes and looked at it. The sky and the earth were filled with white ice fog, blocking the vision. He tried his best to see that the sky was gloomy and drooping. The roaring storm picked up sharp ice snowflakes and hit his face. Suddenly, a cold penetrated into the skin. Even with the protection of blood, he felt tingling, and the speed of blood circulation in his body slowed down a little because of it. The ice field in the snow dance extends to the east and west, which seems to be endless, and only the monotonous snow-white color can reach.

This is probably the middle of the ice hell. He looked east, but he could not see the legendary golden mountain. It must be far away. And looking to the west, there is no endless sea spread by word of mouth. Although it is windy and snowy, it is not yet unbearable for the body, and there is no trace of demons within the range of divine consciousness, which is a good place to practice sword skills.

By the way, Brother Yan and Brother Huang didn't just hide in this edge and practice silently for a few days, and then return to the scenery, right?

Qin Yan remembered the story he heard about Brother Yan killing demons and shaking the legendary ice and snow queen thousands of moves, and suddenly felt cheated.

I remember that I admired Brother Yan very much and told this story to Jiang Yao myself. The two also quarreled about whether Brother Yan finally defeated the Ice and Snow Queen... Oh, my young master's childhood was really unbearable!

When Qin Yan thought of this, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and then he restrained. He closed his eyes and began to recall the feeling of impeccable that he had just realized not long ago.

At this time, the frost and snow blew, and the strong wind tore his clothes. He stood in the wind and snow for a long time, but it was difficult to find the endless and impeccable sense of harmony.

Can I forget the clear sword heart after the flashing light passed away?

No, it's impossible. I still have a search spell...

However, how can the penetration of the realm be replaced by spells?

He thought for a long time, and it was difficult to find any feeling, and his heart gradually began to panic. If that spiritual light can be met but not sought, what's the point of this young master's cultivation for so long?

I had no choice but to start from the beginning.

He shouted in a low voice, met the wind and snow, and waved his sword. His clothes flew and the silver light sprinkled on his face. He became a hazy shadow in the rapid dance, and the silver electric light wrapped around the storm, forming a stunning scene.

However, the gorgeous appearance is meaningless. What he is struggling to pursue is just the restrained and clear Taoist heart hidden under countless swords.

The spiritual power flowed around him, and once the snowflakes carried by the storm touched the place around him, it was smashed by the awe-in sword spirit. He was like a white dragon and danced vispirited under thousands of years of dark clouds. After ten thousand moves, he finally found a sense of clearness.

' Sure enough, my realm is still too fragile, and it takes a long time to accumulate momentum to reach an impeccable level. Who will leave me so much time when I really face the enemy?'

The realm of birth needs to be stable. If 10,000 swords are not enough, then I will wave 100,000 swords, millions of swords, and hundreds of millions of swords——

Fortunately, there is no bound here, and I can do whatever I want. I did my best to show what I had learned and poured out the spirit of the spiritual platform.

The body turns into a shadow, and the sword comes out like a dragon. The sword spirit is restrained and invisible, and the sharpness is not obvious. However, where the tip of the sword points, the earth trembles violently, the frost and snow burst, and the torrents surge. The ice chips that blocked the sight scattered all over the sky, and the deep raffles burst out. It can be said that it is - exhaling air shakes the three rivers and five mountains, raising eyebrows and swords to pick up the peaks of mountains and rivers!

"Good! Have fun!" When the interest came, his figure became more unrestrained and he laughed loudly. The long sword waved like electricity, and the chest suddenly felt that it was extremely comfortable, and 36,000 holes and tricks were smooth.

At this time, the scope of his consciousness has also been greatly expanded, spreading more than ten miles away. In addition to being extremely refreshing, he also noticed a not-so wonderful message - dozens of snow demons a few miles away in the West were shocked by his momentum and were coming here in groups.

Qin Yan was shocked, his body was frozen in mid-air, and he almost escaped from the realm of clear swordsmanship. Fortunately, after hundreds of thousands of sword swings just now, the impeccabable situation is much more stable than at the beginning. After all, it has not completely dissipated after a little throb. Qin Yan calmed down and danced his sword again before stabilizing the realm again.

A wry smile appeared on his face: 'How can you use it against the enemy in a flawless situation that can't be frightened? Well, since this group of monsters happened to be sent to my door, I will use them to test the swords to see if my blade is rolled up!'

Although he is angry, he is also uncertain. The legendary ice and snow monsters are all extremely fierce. They never need a second bite to swallow living people. Generally, local-level disciples only deliver food when they come up. Even if Qin Yan is brave, he is still not sure whether he can retreat completely.

In a restless time, his swords kept, and the monsters quickly rushed within a miles, allowing him to feel their breath more clearly.

It is a large group of monsters of different shapes. The leader is a huge snow ape, followed by ice crows, silver snakes, snow leopards and other things, and more strange monsters that Qin Yan can't be called at all. Some are as tall as mountains, swallowing clouds and fog, and some are only as high as ordinary people's knees, round as balls, fluffy snow. Bai is a little cute. However, no matter how different their form is, they all exude a cold and powerful atmosphere, and most of them have more strength above the locality. Among them, the snow ape has reached the middle level of the local level, which makes Qin Yan feel very tricky.

Such a powerful lineup is enough to flatten a second-rate sect in the world. And this is just a small wave of countless demons in the ice hell. Qin Yan now finally knows why the ice hell is divided into a forbidden place for mortals.