Yin and cold are biting, penetrating the inner organs and the divine fetus.
One after another, gray-white Dao lines like big dragons continue to emerge from the divine womb, carrying huge power of the divine soul and constantly merging with the legal body.
As Xuanming Dao and part of the power of the soul continued to merge with the legal body, the chill from the outside world that Wu Tie felt faded away.
The chill is still there, but Wu Tie's ability to withstand the cold and his tolerance for the cold are constantly improving.
Xuan Ming Bu Lao roared in a low voice: "Freeze him to death, kill him, turn his body and divine fetus into black ice, and bear the pain of freezing ice forever... Well, remember, remember, don't beat him to death. , we must keep his soul and cook it for ten thousand years."
Wu Tie stood there quietly.
A bit of colorful divine light suddenly lit up in his divine fetus, and he let out a long, low roar. The colorful divine light surged on the surface of his body, and a majestic aura of essence and blood surged violently like lava from a volcano. out.
A ray of divine soul wrapped in colorful divine light also rushed out from between his eyebrows, turning into a translucent figure lingering in light and floating in front of him.
Wu Tie sneered sharply: "You want me to freeze to death? Just because of you old and immortal cowards?"
A verdant mulberry branch flew out from Wu Tie's hand, and nine thumb-sized golden three-legged golden crow shadows circled and danced around the branch, constantly making hoarse and unpleasant "quacking" sounds.
A huge and thick breath of the sun shot straight into the sky, and the terrifying heat enveloped Wu Tie's body, wrapped up the ray of spiritual thought he had differentiated, and dispersed a small piece of the cold air above his head.
The essence and blood aura released by Wu Tie is about twenty times the power of the first level of ordinary gods; and the wisp of divine soul aura he floats in front of his eyebrows is about ten times the power of the first level of ordinary gods. .
As a monk at the first level of the Divine Realm, Wu Tie's physical aura and divine soul aura were both astonishing.
Coupled with the huge power of this inherited artifact from Qianxiao, Chiyang Mountain, Wu Tie's performance at this moment is like a genius master of the gods with extraordinary background and superior strength, who is using all his strength to resist.
Xuan Ming Bu Lao laughed triumphantly: "What's the point of resisting? Prince Wu, from the moment you stepped into my Nine Heavens Governor's Xuan Ming Formation, you were destined to be dead."
"Unless you also possess the Xuanming bloodline, unless your Xuanming bloodline exceeds mine, unless your understanding of the Xuanming Dao and other relative Yin-cold laws exceeds mine, otherwise, you will definitely die."
Wu Tie gritted his teeth and sneered: "Then, let's give it a try? It's impossible for me to admit defeat, accept my fate, and accept being killed by you!"
Wu Tie sneered, and Xuan Ming Bu Lao also sneered.
The world was in chaos, with only the gray-white Xuanming cold air sweeping across the world and covering all directions.
The clouds of Xuanming cold air were extremely rich, and gradually compressed into thick, feminine, terrifying air the size of a water tank. The constant impact washed over Wu Tie's body, sending cold air that was enough to freeze even the innate spiritual soldiers into pieces. into his body.
This cold air was transformed from heaven and earth by Xuan Ming Bu Lao and others who spent huge amounts of mana. It was extremely pure and extremely heavy. Each strand contained incomparably huge Xuan Ming power and the extremely rich Xuan Ming law.
Wu Tiemo used the unique supernatural powers in the "Yuanshi Jing", and his bloodline suddenly changed. In an instant, it transformed from the chaotic Pangu bloodline into the purest and most primitive one, which is many times purer and more primitive than Xuan Ming Bu Lao and others. The body of Xuan Ming.
Large areas of Xuanming Dao turned into gray-white Dao patterns visible to the naked eye, and quickly integrated into Wu Tie's body.
Wu Tie's 16,000-foot-high divine fetus slowly shrank, and the power of the huge divine soul continued to be integrated into his body. Wu Tie gradually felt the tacit understanding between him and this side of the Ice Hell and Xuanming World. Rapidly improving.
His body no longer felt cold, but gradually felt comfortable and cool, quite like a fish returning to the water.
The first level of the divine realm, the second level, the third level...
Wu Tie's cultivation of the divine realm, which was achieved alone on the Xuanming Avenue, was rapidly improving.
Xuan Ming Bu Lao and others frantically released Xuan Ming's cold energy, trying to freeze Wu Tie to death. They were attacking Wu Tie with the Xuan Ming Dao they understood and controlled. No matter how they attack, just like Feihong crossing the water, they will always leave a silhouette and a ripple on the water.
Wu Tie is smiling.
The huge aura of essence and blood exposed was shrinking, and the wisp of his soul that was exposed was also shrinking.
Occasionally, he would curse Xuan Ming Bu Lao and others.
Occasionally, a ray of ice crystals would float from the surface of his soul, and his soul would immediately shrink in size, while letting out a painful whine.
In the eyes of Xuan Ming Bu Lao and others, all this is a sign that Wu Tie's origin has been severely damaged, and that the divine body and divine fetus are constantly being weakened.
Xuan Ming Bu Lao couldn't help but remind his brother: "Be careful, be careful, don't freeze this kid to death... Leave his soul behind, brother, I'm going to kill him hard, make sure he can't survive, I can’t die.”
Another Xuanming ancestor smiled triumphantly: "Brother, maybe we can use his soul to force the people of Wu Kingdom to put down their weapons and give up resistance... By then, the entire Wu Kingdom will be ours. Something in it.”
Xuan Ming Bu Lao thought about his brother's proposal seriously.
After a while, he said slowly: "I'm afraid it will be difficult... Their morale will definitely be dampened, but to say that they will give up resistance? It will be difficult... After all, the children have killed too much before, and the territory of Wu Kingdom that we captured, All the men were killed."
Xuanming Bulao sighed softly: "The gods don't allow us to do this... Keep fighting and fighting, keep killing... Only by killing can we satisfy the gods, and we can be truly accepted by them."
All the Xuanming Ancestors roared together.
Xuan Ming Bulao shouted sternly: "All major tribes, attack! Do not divide your troops. All tribes join forces to attack the military city in front of you."
"The elite of the Wu Kingdom is in this military city. After destroying this military city... we are done."
Sharp horns sounded from all directions, and the endless snowfield warriors made an unpleasant and harsh roar. Under the urging of the elders of each tribe, they attacked the military city like a dense swarm of ants.
On the military city, countless wood spirit masters formed a dense military formation, and then countless arrows were like a torrential rain, sweeping across the entire battlefield in waves.
The walls of the military city suddenly cracked with countless designed holes. Tens of millions of dwarfs and dwarves were hiding in the thick walls. Countless rune fire guns made loud bang bang bang sounds, and metal projectiles filled the sky, once again covering the battlefield. Swept it all over.
The war broke out.
This time, the power of the ten thousand feet ice sculpture was used in the Nine Heavens Governor Xuan Ming Formation.
The soldiers of the Snowfield tribe relied entirely on their own flesh and blood to fight against the countless defense facilities and large ordnance in the military city.
Time passed little by little.
Half a month later.
Wu Tie's Xuanming Dao successfully broke through to the tenth level of the divine realm and reached its perfection.
Even the Dao laws corresponding to the Xuan Ming Dao, such as Xuan Bing, Frozen, Severe Cold, etc., have also reached the perfection of the tenth level of the Divine Realm.