Seven days later, in the Taishang Qing Palace and in front of Yuxu Palace, Snow Emperor Han Sheng walked out of his secret training room for the first time and sat in front of Yuxu Palace.

In the hall, Feiqin, Yi Nian, and the manager Han Rong stood on the left and right sides.

"Han Rong, have you heard all the information I asked you to inquire about?" Snow Emperor Han Sheng sat upright in the Yuxu Hall, looking at Han Rong in the hall with bright eyes.

After not seeing each other for seven days, Han Rong seemed to have lost weight. His skin was yellow, his lips were chapped, and his robe was still stained with mud. He looked very depressed.

"Back to Emperor Zun, the disciple took the Feiqin with him. The two saints spent seven days searching the entire iceberg area where the Snow Stream Ice Road and the Qibao Dala Lantern are located. They did get some results." Han Rong said,

I kept wiping the sweat with my sleeves. During the process, I didn't dare to raise my head, as if I had made a big mistake.

"Let's talk about the important point." Snow Emperor Han Sheng stared at Han Rong intently, rubbing a round, top-grade jade pendant in his hand, and frowned unconsciously.

Han Rong has been following Han Sheng for some years. This person is steady and decent in his work, careful in his actions, and has a clear mind. He is a rare talent. Yuxuxuan Ding has been in Jiujie Mountain for four thousand years, and there are thousands of trivial matters, large and small.

Wan, it is rare for Han Rong to lose his composure like today, so Han Sheng realized in his heart that something big must have happened in the ice field without asking any more questions.

"The key point..." Han Rong swallowed his saliva and said: "Reporting to the Emperor, disciples and Feiqin, the two saints watched under the Qibao Dala lamp for three days and found that the Qibao Dala lamp had been

It has been tampered with." Han Rong said, taking out a broken piece of ice from his arms, wrapping it with divine power, holding it up with both hands, and then said slowly: "If the disciple is not mistaken, this thing is

The Red Ice Talisman was personally refined by Mo Xicheng, the Emperor of the Ice Sea. After the disciples found this talisman, they followed the Ice Valley Road to the Snow Stream Ice Road. At the same time, they discovered that the ice rocks inside had traces of being burned by the Demonic Flame...

…”

Han Rong's words seemed to be only half spoken, but they seemed to be explained clearly. The two saints in the Yulong Pavilion of the Supreme Qing Palace were expressionless, cold and serious, as if they were conclusive confirmation of Han Rong's judgment.

He nodded.

Han Sheng, who had received the ice talisman, frowned in confusion and murmured softly: "Mo Xicheng, Bone-Eating Old Demon, how did they get involved together? It shouldn't be..."

Seeing Han Sheng's ambiguous whisper, Han Rong quickly picked up the conversation and said: "Emperor, Moxi City has lived deep in the ice sea for two thousand years and has not appeared in Jiujie Mountain. Maybe he has lost his temper. Emperor

Sir, we all know that Mo Xicheng is extremely ambitious and has always coveted the ranking of the Great World Ranking. Could it be that he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to break the agreement back then, so he used the Bone-Eating Old Demon to test Yu Xuxuan's background?

Woolen cloth?"

Han Sheng waved his hand and rejected Han Rong directly: "Although Mo Xicheng behaves a little erratically, he is not a person who breaks his word. In the battle of Jiuding Peak, Mo Xicheng was defeated by Fengshen Island. Since we have made a contract, we will never be broken.

Come on, I am willing to believe his words, unless..." Han Sheng hesitated for a moment before he finished speaking.

"Unless he has broken through to the supreme realm, this condition was also included in the terms of the contract back then. If Mo Xicheng really breaks through to the supreme realm..." Han Rong said what he was worried about, but the words were also

Just halfway through, Han Sheng knocked him back.

"Han Rong, if Mo Xicheng breaks through the Supreme Realm, will he still use us? Do we need to use the Bone-Eating Old Demon to test our background?"

In one sentence, Han Rong was speechless.

"What the emperor means is that there is no trace of Mo Xicheng in this matter?" Master Yi Nian, who had never spoken, couldn't help but interject.

Han Sheng immediately fell silent. Han Rong opened his mouth when he saw this, and cautiously took a step forward, saying: "Emperor, do you want me to go to Fengshen Island?"

"I'll go with you." Feiqin is a beautiful female cultivator with a low profile and unfathomable strength. However, this woman never likes to talk too much, but she is never ambiguous on important matters.

Yuxu in the northern border is isolated by the ice field, and the ice field is actually part of the vast swamp outside the hot land. Its territory is so vast that it is unimaginable. Yuxuxuan alone cannot cover the sky with one hand, so Yuxuxuan is in the north

There are two mountain chasms outside the Xinjiang Icefield. The purpose is very simple, that is to prevent the vicious monsters from the Northern Xinjiang Icefield from coming out to cause harm to the world. Yuxuxuan also has an unknown meaning, that is, what it wants to guard against, not only

It is just a ferocious monster in the ice field. It is more like a power center in the northern border, secretly frightening a huge snobbery.

This huge snobbery is still one person.

A man who was all-powerful four thousand years ago.

This person is Binghai Emperor Mo Xicheng.

Feiqin spoke because she felt that it was very dangerous to enter the Ice Sea with Han Rong's cultivation alone, and the existence of Yulong Pavilion was to deter the Ice Sea on behalf of Snow Emperor Han Sheng.

Seeing this, Han Rong glanced at Feiqin with gratitude, and said with a slightly bitter smile: "Han Rong appreciates the kindness of the Holy Lord. I can do it by myself."

Yi Nian stopped when he heard the words: "Hey, Manager Han, Feiqin's considerations are not unreasonable. It's too dangerous for you to go alone."

"No, there is no defense." At this time, Han Sheng waved his hand and interrupted: "Mo Xicheng has sworn not to leave the ice sea. He has his reasons. With his temperament, there is not much difference between Han Rong going alone or the three of you together.

, I decided, Han Rong, you can take a trip on my behalf. If you are really in the ice sea, it would be great to come back. If you don’t want to come back, you don’t need to stay longer. Come back immediately and think of other ways.

.”

Hearing this, Han Rong bowed respectfully and said righteously: "Don't worry, Emperor, I will do my best." After saying that, Han Rong turned around and left.

At this time, Han Sheng stopped Han Rong and said: "Han Rong, wait."

"Emperor, do you have any other instructions?"

Whoosh!

Han Sheng turned over his palm and took out a magic weapon. This magic weapon was a silver brocade flag, embroidered with fluttering snowflakes, shining with dazzling silver light, like a bright moon in the sky, soaring thousands of miles.

As soon as the Dharma flag came out, the entire Yuxu Palace lit up, and the shining light was so dazzling that even the two saints narrowed their eyes with difficulty, not daring to look directly at it.

Han Sheng moved his fingertips, and the Dharma flag floated slowly to Han Rong's side. Then the light dimmed and became only the size of a palm, falling smoothly on Han Rong's palm.

"Take my silver-backed snowflake flag with you, cross the Jiuding Peak, and enter Fengshen Island. If you show this flag, the monks on Fengshen Island will not make things difficult for you. Go ahead?" Snow Emperor Han Sheng ordered.

Han Rong held the flag and was stunned for a while. Then he nodded and held the Dharma flag tightly in his palm, then turned around and left the Yuxu Palace.

After Han Rong left, he sighed quietly and said, "Emperor, why bother? Han Rong's trip must have been in vain."

Han Sheng stared out of the hall without turning his eyes and said nothing. Feiqin below said to Yi Nian with an unchanging expression: "It is certain that he will not come back, but Han Rong's trip will not be in vain."

"Why?" He thought and was stunned.

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Ice sea, huge sail, long journey...

In the vast sea, a huge sail sailed out from the northern corner of the ice field, broke through the ice, and floated on the sea for nearly three months. Finally, the Qibudala lantern placed on the iceberg was completely invisible.

The giant sail sailed into the deep sea and continued to move forward. The overwhelming snow and the icy climate made people feel infinite despair. The color of the sea and sky here was different from that under normal circumstances. Looking up, thousands of miles of snow drifted, and the sky and the earth were ruthlessly pale.

Tall continental shelves rise one after another, and there are ice layers that are tens of feet thick everywhere. The floating ice floes on the sea are like giants, and they are countless. At a glance, it is absolutely vast and spectacular.

Three months later, Jufan encountered a huge island. The island had nine weirdly shaped icebergs, each of which was like a huge furnace. They stood on the island in an orderly manner, as if they were made by nature, and also seemed like the miraculous workmanship of heaven and earth.

It is majestic and majestic.

On top of the giant sail, forty-eight monks whose mobility was forcibly restricted by the Bone-Eating Old Demon were sitting shivering on the deck of the bow. The hull was protected by complex talismans. Although it could not completely isolate the cold climate on the ice sea, it was not

As for freezing people to death.

"Where is this place? Damn the old devil, where does he want to take us?" On the deck, the captured monks were frozen for three months, and their faces were all purple from the cold, but there was no way.

The Bone-Eating Old Demon would cast a spell every few days, using a particularly weird magical technique to forcibly suppress their skills and make them unable to recover, so they had no ability to fight back, and at the same time they did not dare.

In fact, even if the Bone-Eating Old Demon were left to their own devices, these people together would not be able to defeat the Bone-Eating Old Demon, not to mention that there was an old hammer-carrying old man beside the Old Demon who was hammering every day.

"Shh, keep your voice down so he can hear you. I don't know how I died. Oh, this place is so fucking cold. Where is this place?"

"Jiuding Peak." A young man in the crowd, whose face was so cold that he almost had chilblains, said with a heavy heart as he looked at the huge island that the giant sail was sailing past.

Wan Qi Ruoshui, Chi Qingyang and others next to them were shocked.

"Jiuding Peak is the island where Mo Xicheng and Snow Emperor Han Sheng faced off?"

The young man raised his head, his eyes filled with gloom and coldness, and nodded gently.

"What the hell are you here for?" At this time, the monks who had heard the name Jiuding Peak were all surprised.

Although Wan Qi Ruoshui has never been to Jiuding Peak, as a disciple of Sadura, he has naturally heard countless anecdotes about this hot land, and he is recalling all the interesting stories his master told him in the past. Wan Qi Ruoshui

Shui whispered: "I have heard that Mo Xicheng is the king of demons. He had an old grudge with Snow Emperor Han Sheng in the past. The two of them fought at the Jiuding Peak of Ice Sea. Mo Xicheng lost to Han Sheng. He lost half a move and retreated.
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