Isn't that the case?
Feeling the biting cold air, Ye Qingyun subconsciously used his "immortal energy" to resolve the cold air.
But that's not until Ye Qingyun's "immortal energy" is released.
Ye Qingyun was suddenly stunned.
"Huh?"
He looked around in confusion. This was indeed the Ice Prison.
But why didn't I feel any biting coldness?
"What's going on? Why am I not cold?"
Ye Qingyun looked confused.
The wind howls and the cold air keeps coming.
But Ye Qingyun was like a fool, he just couldn't feel it.
And seeing Ye Qing
Yun Zai looked calm in the Ice Prison, but Zen Master Yanyuan outside could not remain calm.
"This evil spirit is really not simple. The Ice Prison can't do anything to him!"
Zen Master Yanyuan immediately waved his hand again.
The formation Ye Qingyun was in changed again.
The chill dissipates.
Instead, there was a group of hideous and ugly imps, holding sharp knives, gathered around Ye Qingyun.
These ugly brats were waving their sharp blades, as if they wanted to slice open Ye Qingyun's waist and abdomen.
But the next moment.
As soon as these ugly little devils approached Ye Qingyun, they all screamed in terror, fled from each other, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"What tricks are you doing?"
Ye Qingyun was a little confused.
How does this look like a magic trick? Isn't it said that this formation is very powerful?
Turn around and look.
Monk Tianjue was still screaming and wailing in the fiery hell, his whole body was burned to the point of being unrecognizable.
"Hold it! You must hold it!!!"
Afraid that Monk Tianjue wouldn't be able to hold on, Ye Qingyun quickly shouted at him.
And this shout also had an incredible effect.
Monk Tianjue, who was about to collapse in pain under the burning fire, suddenly heard Ye Qingyun's voice.
Suddenly, it was like a clear spring flowing all over Monk Tianjue's body.
In a trance.
Monk Tianjue opened his eyes. It was obvious that his eyes had been burned, but he could still see things.
In the blazing fire in front of me, there seemed to be a majestic figure of Buddha's light, looking at me gently.
"Ye Jushi"
At this moment, Monk Tianjue felt that the Buddha's heart was firmer than ever before.
He stood up from the fire.
The purple-gold light surged out, suppressing the Nine Nether Fires coming from all around.
Monk Tianjue put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
But it is not the Buddha's name in the past.
It was a voice that appeared in his mind amidst the burning fire.
"Ji Shou Tian Zhong Tian."
"The light shines upon the universe!"
"Eight winds cannot blow it."
"Sit on the Purple Lotus!"
Chapter completed!