Inside the falling snow, everything is silent.
Five palaces are scattered and hidden in various places.
As treasure palaces refined by the master of White Deer Academy, these five palaces have all recognized their masters and become soldiers of Hunyuan, growing together with their masters.
Three of them have reached the eighth level.
The doors of the five palaces are tightly closed, forming a world of their own, blocking all movement.
Without the owner's permission, low-level beings cannot approach.
but.
Within the realm of falling snow, these five palaces seemed to be mundane objects, being eroded.
Look carefully.
As the long river of time flowed in the Piaoxue Territory, the surfaces of the five palaces became mottled, and the radiance that erupted became much dimmer.
Inside the Xianxuan Palace.
All the Honglong clan members returned to the lair of the Honglong Ancestral Tree at Xiao Ye's request.
As for Xiao Ye, he was sitting cross-legged in the hall.
Next to him, there were millions of treasures collected from Piaoxue collar.
As Xiao Ye's Hunyuan Technique unfolded, these treasures continued to explode and turned into an unparalleled torrent, rushing towards him.
Like dozens of palm-sized blue flowers, blooming in a strange way, like a dream.
It can help Hunyuan-level beings condense a more majestic will.
However, life refining below the eighth level will cause damage to oneself.
It is also like a clear spring that can wash the body of Hunyuan life.
But in a hundred years, it can be refined to about ten directions at most.
…
so.
Such refining regardless of the cost did great harm to Xiao Ye.
His will and body were whining, and he was about to faint.
Xiao Ye's body continued to collapse, and the Hunyuan blood spread in the palace. He had to be forcibly restrained by the Hunyuan method to prevent it from collapsing.
This is simply walking a tightrope, it is too dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will fall into an irreversible situation.
"quick!"
"Faster!"
Xiao Ye was struggling with his tenacity and was still refining treasures like crazy.
He, Pang Feng and others have been trapped in Piaoxue Territory for a hundred years.
During these hundred years.
He continued to be eroded by the Snow Collar, and the gray air suppressed in his body had tripled.
Even if we continue to mobilize the Honglong Ancestor Power to suppress, it will be a bit difficult.
In addition, Xianxuan Palace has begun to be eroded. How dare Xiao Ye be careless.
At this moment, his only thought was to complete the accumulation of the seventh level, break the shackles, and rush to the eighth level.
pity.
It is really difficult to complete such a leap in life level.
Even with so many high-end resources, the gap will be difficult to fill in a short time.
"Little friend Xiao Ye..."
At this time, an old voice came from the world inside Xiao Ye's body.
That was Tu Shi speaking anxiously.
Living in the lair of the Honglong Ancestral Tree, the Honglong clan members are connected to the ancestral tree's Qi, and the erosion suffered is much better than that of Xiao Ye.
"no!"
"How could I sacrifice you just to survive?"
Before Tushi could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xiao Ye's low roar.
Know the situation.
Tu Shi and Tu Lie stated more than once that they were willing to let Xiao Ye devour them.
As the ultimate life form, the energy of the eighth-level dragon is absolutely superior to all resources.
But Xiao Ye was very persistent and didn't want to do it at all.
"well!"
Tu Lie in the lair sighed in a low voice, blaming himself extremely: "I thought that the Nether Realm would no longer have the power to fight back."
If it weren't for their Honglong clan, how could Xiao Ye and others have suffered such misfortune.
"Give Mr. Xiao Ye a little more time."
"If it doesn't work, we will rush out and fight with the eighth-level strong men in the Netherland."
"If it falls, the body will be eaten by Master Xiao Ye." Gu
Tutu's mother said softly.
As soon as this statement came out.
Tushi and Tulie both nodded one after another.
In the blink of an eye, another two hundred years have passed.
Xiao Ye in the Xianxuan Palace has refined many treasures, and all kinds of debris are spread all over the hall.
With the blessing of many high-level resources, Xiao Ye's aura became weaker and weaker, like a flickering candle.
His body completely collapsed.
There is only a ball of brilliance left, lying in the rushing Hunyuan blood.
Wisps of gray gas evaporated from the light, trying to engulf it in reverse.
Every time.
There will be a green light blooming, arousing terrifying power, and starting a tug-of-war with the gray gas.
And that ball of brilliance was in the cracks, continuing to refine the treasure with difficulty.
at the same time.
Inside the collar of falling snow.
boom!
The broad snow-covered plain exploded, revealing a dark palace that flew out from the ground, and the palace door opened.
clatter!
Pang Feng, a stern young man, staggered out of the Black Obsidian Palace.
His muscular body was withered, every inch of his body was entangled in gray air currents, and the blood escaping from the corners of his mouth was gray-white, as if he had gone through a long and hard battle.
"Ha ha!"
"I didn't expect that I, Pang Feng, would be buried here!"
Pang Feng raised his head and laughed miserably.
Three hundred years of time.
He hid in the Obsidian Palace and kept trying to dissolve the gray gas, but he always failed.
The erosion within Piaoxue's collar had spread to his whole body, and he was unable to recover.
He didn't want to disappear silently, so he walked out decisively.
"hehe!"
"Pang Feng, we entered White Deer Academy almost at the same time, and then we broke through to the eighth level together."
"It's good to be able to die at the same time now."
Another palace flew in from a distance, and Wu Xiangzi, dressed as an ascetic, walked out with a smile.
His realm was similar to that of Pang Feng. He was also severely eroded, and his figure was submerged in the gray airflow, but he looked free and easy.
"It is my honor to die at the same time as you."
Ning Beihong also appeared and struggled to fly over.
He didn't want to do any more useless work and wanted to be with Pang Feng and Wu Xiangzi.
"Go to death..."
Pang Feng twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard this.
Immediately, he looked in the direction of Xianxuan Palace and Huoxia Palace, but Xiao Ye and Luo Liuli were nowhere to be seen.
"Of these two guys, one is the ultimate life form and the other has a close relationship with the Honglong clan. Maybe they can still hold on until the master of the hospital arrives."
"We can't hold on any longer, so let's go ahead."
"If you can get an eighth-level expert to back you up, it won't be too much of a disadvantage."
Pang Feng opened his mouth and walked toward the exit with Wu Xiangzi and Ning Beihong.
Falling snow outside the Grand Canyon.
The blood-robed old man Zong Tong, the brawny Emperor Xiong, and more than three hundred seventh-level peak beings were closing their eyes to rest.
"Can't you finally bear it?"
Suddenly, Zong Tong and Di Xiong both opened their eyes and looked at the three figures coming side by side.
The fact that these five geniuses from White Deer Academy could persist in such a dangerous place for so long exceeded their expectations.
"Xiao Ye and the fallen immortal phoenix haven't shown up yet."
"Is he already dead?"
Zong Tong frowned slightly.
Pang Feng and others don't care, the Honglong clan is their target.
"Kill them first and then talk."
Emperor Xiong stood up and held his giant mountain-like palm in the distance.
Suddenly.
Chapter completed!