In the light black cold wind, a figure walked against the wind.
Step by step, he stepped on the ground, leaving a series of footprints on the ground covered with hard ice.
But the footprints were soon covered by snow powder in the cold wind and disappeared.
This figure was none other than Ning Chen, who had tempered his body with the help of the cold wind. He frowned slightly, and the astonishing icy feeling in the cold wind filled his whole body.
Although the power of running the physical body is resisting the erosion of the cold, the feeling like being pricked by thousands of small and sharp needles still exists.
Ning Chen has been in the extremely cold place for ten years.
In the past ten years, he has traveled almost all over the extremely cold places, constantly searching for the cold and cold wind, tempering his body, and making up for the minor defects in his body.
Nowadays, although his physical cultivation has not made any substantial progress, it has become more and more perfect as if it were created by the gods of heaven and earth.
I am afraid that in today's Xiaonan Tianjie, it is impossible to find a monk with a body as perfect as Ning Chen's.
The cold wind continued to blow, and Ning Chen continued to move forward against the cold wind.
When Ning Chen squinted his eyes to look at the cold sun in the sky, the cold wave finally passed over his body.
Gone far away.
Ning Chen sat cross-legged and slowly exhaled wisps of snow-white mist from his mouth. After a stick of incense, his face gradually turned red and regained its color.
The coldness in his body was completely digested by him, and his body regained its warmth in the ice and snow.
Ning Chen stood up and looked at the silent ice field, with a look of loneliness in his eyes.
Ten years ago, after he and Master Qingxuan separated, he practiced hard on the ice field alone and had never seen any human monks.
It's just that when I encountered the spiritual roots of heaven and earth in extremely cold places, I fought several times with the guardian monsters.
This place is indeed full of masters. Ning Chen has been here for so long, and all he has encountered are beings at the level of gods.
His reputation in the outside world had not spread here at all, and those monsters at the level of gods were not polite when they faced him. It was not until Ning Chen showed his cultivation that it was already too late to escape.
Killed one by one!
Ning Chen also obtained several heavenly materials and earthly treasures that could improve his cultivation.
At this time, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the little finger of his left hand.
If you look carefully, you will find that there are some subtle differences between his little finger and other skin.
Compared with the rest of the skin, the little finger looks rougher, like the texture contrast between white jade and stone.
Moreover, on the other skin, underneath the flesh, there was a faint golden color occasionally exposed, but the little finger looked ordinary.
"After ten years of continuous tempering and replenishment, now only the little finger is left, which is still slightly lacking. However, the further we get to this place, the more difficult it becomes to make up for it."
Ning Chen looked at his little finger with a hint of regret.
In recent years, he has been tempering his body in the cold and cold wind, and he has been tempering this little finger. Unfortunately, after a few years, he has only completed half of the tempering.
"Is this the way of heaven? Is it the right path to not achieve perfection in everything?"
Ning Chen's eyes showed a thoughtful look and he murmured to himself.
"The current Xuhan Gangfeng still has some effect, let's wait until the Xuhan Gangfeng has no effect at all."
"According to Master Qingxuan, the ruins of Hanmen that day will be opened in the near future, and it's time to go to the far north and wait."
Ning Chen looked away towards the north.
Recently, the Tonghan Order in Naxu's ring always emits some spiritual light, as if it is also urging Ning Chen.
After a moment, Ning Chen had a flash of inspiration and leaped directly into the sky, shooting towards the north.
…
Three months have passed, in the extreme north of the extremely cold land.
This is the coldest place in the extremely cold land. It is not a vast ice field, but a continuous iceberg. Ning Chen's escaping light appeared in the sky this time, and in a flash, it landed on the ground, revealing Ning Chen's figure appeared.
He looked at the stretching icebergs, shining with colorful light under the cold sun.
Some icebergs tower into the clouds, some are as vast as prehistoric behemoths, and some are like swords soaring into the sky!
Although it was not the first time for Ning Chen to see this kind of scene, he was still a little shocked. He quietly admired the magnificent scenery in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion.
"Seven years ago, when I came here, there was a kind of purple ice fruit that seemed to be ripe. I decided to pick this spiritual fruit first."
After a moment, Ning Chen retracted his gaze from looking at the iceberg and muttered to himself.
This was not his first time here. He had already been here once seven years ago when he was pursuing Xuhan Gangfeng.
Purple Ice Fruit has no effect on Ning Chen, but this thing is quite magical. It is one of the few monks who can specifically target ice-type alien spiritual roots and help them break the barrier to the realm of gods.
As soon as Ning Chen saw this thing, he thought of his disciple Luo Luo.
If you get this kind of spiritual object and give it to Luoluo, she will have more possibilities to break through to become a god in the future.
Thinking of Luo Luo, a smile appeared on Ning Chen's lips, and some warmth filled his heart.
When he came here seven years ago, he had already marked the location of the purple ice fruit. After a brief moment of sensing, Ning Chen moved and disappeared directly from the place.
In the blink of an eye, after crossing several icebergs, we arrived at a low iceberg behind the continuous icebergs.
On the top of the crystal clear iceberg, there is a purple rhizome as long as an adult's arm. On top of the rhizome, a lavender spiritual fruit is swaying.
The spiritual fruit exudes bursts of fragrance in this cold world.
Ning Chen felt happy and turned to look at the curled up purple leopard-like monster next to the spirit fruit.
This demonic beast exuded medicinal power at the sixth or seventh level of divine transformation, and was currently curled up next to Zibingguo, soundly sleeping.
It was only about the size of an ordinary leopard, but among its purple body, there were pitch black patterns all over its body, which looked very strange.
Apparently he still had no idea about Ning Chen's arrival.
Ning Chen's eyes turned cold and he was polite. He put his fingers together and a sword energy flew out from his fingers, heading straight for the head of the leopard-like monster!
