At this moment, the vortex on his right arm is rapidly absorbing the power of the frost from all directions. This frost, which is almost extinct in the world, flows into Meng Hao’s body almost endlessly, causing the vortex on his right arm to be Slowly condensing, an earth character emitting a white light is slowly becoming clear.
As the ancient Chinese characters became clearer, the cultivation base in Meng Hao's body also roared and burst out instantly, as if a new force was injected, making Meng Hao... at this instant, stronger.
Every time his heartbeat, the circulation of blood throughout his body has reached its limit, condensing a stronger cultivation base, and turning it into a stronger self-golden pill.
"Not enough... This kind of frosty soil is stronger than fairy soil in terms of breath!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, revealing decisiveness, and his body's cultivation base was running at full capacity, trying to exhaust everything to absorb the power of the frosty soil around him.
"For me, this is also a good fortune. If I can absorb this frosty soil... the condensed soil totem, I don't know how much stronger than the immortal soil totem..." Meng Hao showed expectation in his eyes.
In the roar of Meng Hao's body, although his body was still in the ice sculpture, the frosty soil around the ice sculpture gradually became thinner. Although not much thinner, because the frosty soil was too large, it was weak. Thinness represented the power of the majestic frost, pouring into Meng Hao's body.
Zhixiang was not far away, inside another ice sculpture, her gaze, at this moment, had to move from Han Shan and the woman to Meng Hao.
"What is he doing!" Zhixiang hadn't paid attention to Meng Hao's scenes before she was shocked here. At this moment, the breath of Meng Hao's body was revealed, which immediately attracted her attention.
After a glance, Zhixiang opened her eyes wide, revealing incredible, and there was a hint of shock at Meng Hao's boldness in the depths of her eyes.
"He is absorbing... the frost here!!"
"Frost soil, this is the ninth mountain, a unique thing, and there are rumors. It is said that a long time ago, when there were no monks, a piece of land was born in the ninth mountain, the color is white, and it contains endless ice and cold.
This piece of land, after countless years later, after the monks gradually appeared on the Ninth Mountain, it became conscious, and after many years, its scope became larger and larger, until in the end... this piece of frosty soil turned into a people.
This person has traversed the Ninth Mountains and Seas for countless years. He claimed to be... Frost Earth Demon, and was later called the emperor. His name... Frost Earth Demon Emperor! "
"This Meng Hao, he is actually absorbing the power of this frosty soil. Although the frosty soil here is displayed by the soul of stepping on the bridge, it is obvious that there has been an arrangement of the frosty soil demon emperor here, otherwise, it is impossible to appear frosty soil!
As for Meng Hao, even if what he absorbed was not the real frosty soil, it was just a layout in the past, but it was far more than the fairy soil he needed. There was no comparison between the two.
Because the classics in the sect have been secretly pointed out, in addition to Li Lord, there are three big monsters in the ancient fairy demon sect. It is these three big monsters that created... Step on the fairy bridge! "
"He is not afraid of being crushed!!" Zhixiang never thought that one day, he would be jealous of a little pill-forming monk, although this person can kill the soul, which may make an immortal jealous. It can be seen that Meng Hao absorbed this time. Frost, how shocking the world is!
Just as Meng Hao fully absorbed the power of the frost and soil, a light sigh came from Han Shankou.
Han Shan looked at his wife in silence, his expression gradually gentle, he heard his wife's voice, and saw that his wife's expression was no longer sober at this moment, but was at a loss again, and even deep in his eyes, a ghost was lit. Same as the old man.
"You come with me, okay?" The woman said softly, with an indescribable weirdness in her voice, looking at Han Shan.
Han Shan closed his eyes, and when he opened them a moment later, he smiled, and his smile became more gentle. He knew that the person in front of him was no longer his wife, but became the soul of stepping on the immortal bridge.
He understood that the only way was to kill his wife. For her, it was a kind of relief. She was no longer the soul of the immortal bridge and no longer had eternal life. From then on, she became herself.
Han Shan sighed lightly. At this moment, his face was old, his face was full of wrinkles, and the temperament of the past is no longer. Now he is like an old man in his old age.
That blue shirt may still hide the loneliness of the past, but it can't hide the vicissitudes and fatigue of Han Shan.
I have searched for three thousand years, and I have been guilty for three thousand years, but when I really face it, it is like this...
Shaking his head, Zhong Hanshan raised his right hand and waved, and immediately the ice sculptures of Meng Hao and Zhixiang collapsed at this moment. As the ice sculpture fell apart, blood spilled from the corner of Zhixiang's mouth, and his body quickly retreated.
But with every step, her complexion became paler, and the cold was approaching again.
Here Meng Hao, at the moment when the ice sculpture was shattering, suddenly, the surrounding frost and soil rushed straight towards Meng Hao, and a huge white whirlpool suddenly formed outside his body.
This whirlpool turned violently, causing the surrounding frost and soil to quickly dissipate, and was inhaled in a large amount, and merged into Meng Hao's body. The cold air was pressing, and the earth-attributed aura rose to the sky at this moment.
In this scene, even Han Shan's wife, whom the Soul of the Immortal Bridge merged into, immediately looked sideways and glanced over.
Han Shan turned his head, stared at Meng Hao, and suddenly laughed.
"Well, you and I are destined... I will give you a good luck." Han Shan said, raising his right hand, and violently pressing against the frosty earth below. Under this pressing, Han Shan's body trembled violently. Dao Bai's breath of blue light radiated from his body and went straight to the earth.
The exhalation of these breaths made Han Shan weaker and weaker, as if he had lost his source and became older.
After these whites with a blue aura quickly merged into the earth, the frosty earth in an endless radius instantly changed!
It is no longer white, but blue light appears, the breath is more amazing, the cold is more monstrous, and there is a wild breath. On this land, it roars, and this breath carries the vicissitudes of life, which seems to contain The endless years seem to have existed for a long, long time.
Seeing through the various conditions of life, seeing all the scorching conditions of the world, experiencing life and death, through generations, it seems... The frosty soil before is not really frosty, but now, this land is the legendary, the first On the Nine Mountains, the unique frosty soil that used to be!
The white and blue aura is exactly the original power of Han Shan as the only clone in the world of the Frost Earth Demon Emperor. With his sending out, this land is also true. At this moment, it became the real one. Frost.
The earth is roaring, and at the same time, this endless frosty land surface is rapidly condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The more it shrinks, the more pure it is. The speed of this condensing is so fast that if you can stand in the starry sky , Standing outside the stepped immortal bridge, you can clearly see it.
The frost soil that originally covered the entire Taxian Bridge between the stones was shrinking rapidly at this moment, that is, within a few breaths, Meng Hao actually saw the edge of the frost soil in the distance.
After the next breath, the endless frosty soil became a hundred meters of blue soil!
The white is no longer, the blue is the real frosty soil where the demon emperor was born on the ninth mountain that year!
In an instant, Baizhang became ten zhang, until ten zhang became one zhang, and finally... the blue frosty soil went straight to the whirlpool of Meng Hao's right arm, instantly blending into it.
At this moment, Meng Hao's mind immediately roared to the sky, his body slowly floated up, his hair disappeared automatically, and the more and more powerful aura exploded endlessly on his body.
Zhixiang retreated quickly, her expression was shocked at this moment, she was completely shocked by this scene, she knew clearly that at this moment Meng Hao, he absorbed the real frosty soil.
It was also at this time that the whirlpool on Meng Hao's right arm directly solidified, and an earth character emitting a blue light suddenly appeared inside. At the same time, behind Meng Hao, a huge frosty land suddenly appeared. Turned out in time.
On the earth, a towering giant tree exists, and above the trees, the sea of fire spreads to the sky, and between the earth and the sky, there is gold liquefied into the sky, and a picture of gold, wood, earth and fire is displayed!
Meng Hao’s cultivation base also burst out loudly at this instant. This cultivation base has completely detached from the golden core, making Meng Hao’s breath at this moment merge with the illusory picture behind him, and its strength cannot be described, but it is conceivable. , If Xu Bai or Chen Mo now meets Meng Hao by these two Yuan Ying cultivators, then it is still unknown who will live and die!
"With my inheritance, with my sword, with my pot, leave here, if one day, you have the cultivation base that can shake this bridge, if you still remember to repay, you can come here, if my husband and wife The two were still there, so they rescued us." Han Shan laughed. Although the vicissitudes of life are old, the meaning of looking at the world is rising at this moment. With a flick of his right hand, for three thousand years, the inseparable green sword has turned into a green rainbow. Fly to Meng Hao.
With a flick of his right hand, the hip flask that seemed to contain infinite sword intent also followed. When Meng Hao fell into Meng Hao's hand one by one, Meng Hao's heart was touched, he raised his head and looked at Han Shan in a daze.
He saw the back of Han Shan, which was like the first encounter between the two in the void, lonely, bleak, and lonely...
Han Shan waved his hand, and a cold wind howled, engulfing Meng Hao and Zhixiang, who was still in shock at the moment, whistling away in the distance.
This cold wind was so strong that Meng Hao and Zhixiang were not allowed to resist at all. In this wind, the two of them were swept straight to the distance, but Meng Hao’s body persisted in the cold wind. Turned his head, went to take one last look.
Han Shan walked to the wife he had been searching for for three thousand years, hugged him together, and closed his eyes.
"For me, three thousand years ago, you were willing to become a bridge slave. After three thousand years, I will be a bridge slave to accompany you throughout your life for you, so why...
Lost consciousness, lost turning back, maybe with you, what about life and death...
Over the past three thousand years, I have thought a lot, whether it is inheritance or cultivation, even if it is a dream... But if there is no you around, I will have no world.
You are everything to me.
I am willing, willing, and believe in. "Han Shan murmured softly. When he opened his eyes again, there was a daze in his eyes, but his loneliness, his depression, and his loneliness disappeared.
Beside him, standing with his wife who was at a loss like him, two people, together, turned and walked away. Behind them, millions of bridge slaves followed one after another, a group of ghosts... Going farther and farther.
"When will the fairy bridge reappear to the sky... Ask you when you can meet..."