The air is fluctuating, oscillating.
Crash! !
An extremely strong cold gushed out of Garen's body crazily, and actually froze and shattered the solid ice covering his feet. The cold air was pure white, without any impurities, it just simply covered it, frantically covering all the soul-seeds in the hall along the floor engraved with mysterious patterns.
"Everything is withered!"
Garen opened his hands. The terrifying white cold air accelerated and spread towards the surroundings, and everything it went completely stopped, being frozen into white pure ice.
Layers of wave-like ice crystals piled up under Garen's feet, quickly spreading towards the entire hall.
The hall is decaying, the original ice layer is shattering, being infected, and rapidly transforming from the original ice blue to pure white. That is a higher level of pure ice crystals.
"This is... what cold air!!??"
Illusory shadows, tall or short, floated above each soul-seeding. These shadows were male and female, and each of them carried a powerful chill of extreme fear. They were all completely frozen to death.
They are the Patriarchs of the Chixue Sect who died in battle or passed away for countless years. They all have one thing in common, that is, they have all cultivated Chixue Gong to an extremely high level.
"This is, the patriarch of the past dynasties!!" Garen was startled, the violent cold withered suddenly trembled, and stopped temporarily.
In the hall, the white cold air and the blue-white cold air froze into two ice and snow worlds. The souls of Garen and dozens of patriarchs seemed to be in two different spaces.
"Unexpectedly, there will be disciples in future generations who can cultivate such pure ultimate cold air."
A female patriarch said in a low and solemn voice.
"How many years. How many years have we waited."
"I can't remember clearly, a hundred years, a thousand years, two thousand years... maybe longer."
"But haven't we waited for it after all?" Among the dozens of figures, a black figure with the most terrifying and intense cold air quietly emerged.
"When our souls were about to dry up, fate sent such a pure body of ice."
Garen's eyes froze, and he stared slightly at the figure. The man's body was pitch black, only a pair of eyes glowed with ice-blue fluorescence, and he couldn't see his face or anything else.
"The first ancestor?!"
"A body of ice that has never been seen before. So pure, so pure," the figure admired.
"This kind of cold air has surpassed the level of Chi Xuegong!" A tall and thin patriarch whispered.
"Everyone, haven't you made a decision yet?" The first ancestor shouted in a low voice.
The hall was silent.
After a long time, a handsome male patriarch laughed and spoke.
"I was forced to wait for a long time because I couldn't see the hope, but when I really saw the opportunity, I became worried about gains and losses."
"Yeah, isn't this exactly what I've been waiting for? When the time comes, I shrink back instead." The other person also laughed.
"Patriarchs!" Garen wanted to speak.
"We are not the patriarchs, we are just the belief formed by the last sliver of their will." The black figure in the center replied lightly. "If it weren't for your pure cold energy to reactivate us, maybe in a few hundred years, we will completely disappear in history, and no one will find that we once existed."
Garen took a deep breath and left his will in the soul-seed to survive for thousands of years. Such a result is acceptable. This is the magic of Gu Yinduo. Their research on the soul has reached its peak.
"In this world, because I haven't reached the so-called realm of the disc, I couldn't enter the perpetual motion until I died, but I am not reconciled!!" The voice of the ancestor was low and full of unwillingness.
"As the strongest genius in the history of the Chixue Sect, I traveled across the world and came here along the mother river, but I couldn't even break through to a perpetual level!"
"Even if you don't comprehend the disk, so what!!? I am at the level of the Miwu Army, and the level of the Demon King is no less than that of the Eternal Motion!" The first ancestor said in a low voice, "So, I am not reconciled. Even if I die in the end, I will use all my energy Qishen condenses into a soul-seed, waiting for another opportunity."
At this time, Garen had already heard the origin of the other party. He was indeed the original patriarch, the master of secret martial arts who founded the Chixue Sect, and the other party was surprisingly similar to him. They all drifted into this world along the mother river. After all, his luck was a bit off. Without Garon's powerful talent, he couldn't see the general trend, and he couldn't travel through several worlds in a row. Can only drift passively.
"Now, I finally see hope." At first, the ancestor looked at Garen with hopeful eyes. "Tell me, is the legion level really weaker than the perpetual one?"
There was a momentary silence in the hall, and the eyes of all souls fell on Garen.
Garen looked around, but all he saw were eyes full of anxiety, exhaustion, and hope. They had been waiting for this answer for too long. That is a kind of belief in the supremacy of Miwu, a pious and firm belief!
As a secret martial artist, Garen also has such a firm will and belief. He once wavered, but after he achieved the eighth level of Peacock Skill in the Cold Region, such wavering was completely eliminated.
But these people are different, these ancestors are different from him, their conditions are far inferior to his own, but they can still persist for so many years.
It has nothing to do with position and personality, just for the persistence of thousands of years, this kind of will is enough to make myself hold the highest respect.
"To be honest, I don't know which side is stronger, Miwu or Mecha." He said slowly. Looking at the increasingly gloomy eyes around him, he suddenly changed his words.
"But I will try it myself. I may be able to see things that you can't see clearly."
The hall was peaceful, and the disappointed eyes were once again filled with new hope.
"I will become the strongest cold ice martial artist ever, in this world. There is no one!" Garen stretched out his hand, and the extremely deadly cold air continued to hover in his palm, and the pure cold air of the Peacock Kungfu in the Cold Domain frantically gathered, A crystal of white ice crystals formed in his palm.
"If it's you, maybe it's really possible." The original ancestor whispered.
The cold wind continued to howl and circle in the hall, and everyone fell into silence for a while.
Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, maybe longer. Finally, the primordial ancestor spoke again.
"You came here to understand the pure chill state we are waiting for."
He looked around in a circle.
"You guys still can't let go?"
"Can't let go? How is it possible?!" A tall female patriarch laughed, "Isn't this the ultimate wish I've been waiting for all this time? Let us help him!!"
With a sudden turn, she turned into a dark blue thread of cold air, rushed directly to Garen, and quickly spun around him.
"Even Annie is willing to give up, how can we lag behind!" The second patriarch collapsed and turned into a blue thread and rushed towards Garen.
"Take everything we have, go and perfect Chi Xuegong to the highest level ever!!" The third patriarch turned into a silk thread.
"Our will, our beliefs, take them all. Everything in the world cannot escape the meaning of withering."
"You, will become the strongest!! Freeze everything."
Silk threads frantically converged and spun around Garen at high speed.
The strong black figure standing in the center stretched out his hand, facing Garen's palms from afar.
"Inherit the will of all of us and freeze everything that blocks you. Unfortunately...I can't see it anymore."
Peng!
With a soft sound, he also completely turned into a blue thread and merged into the large torrent of cold air, spinning around Garen at high speed.
"Go. Go and become the strongest man of this era! Bring our will!!"
The last voice of the original ancestor slowly echoed in the hall.
A large number of blue silk threads swirled rapidly around Garen, like thin gauze, and more like an invisible blue cloud.
A large amount of pure cold energy frantically rushed towards Garen, and at the same time, there was also a large amount of practice and memory experience of the ancestors of the past generations using the practice of Chi Xuegong.
Garen understood that the soul-seeding wills who stayed here were originally left to wait for this moment.
Te didn't expect that just entering here for the first time would lead to such an unexpected huge inheritance. The Chi Xue Gong essence of all the ancestors of the Chi Xue School in history were all integrated into his body at a high speed.
A variety of chills of different attributes continuously flow into the withered and dead peacock chill, with the highest belief in Miwu, all the chills are unconditionally willing to surrender to the silence and blend into it.
A layer of white and delicate armor slowly covered the surface of Garen's body, head, chest, arms, lower body and legs. The delicate and delicate ice armor arched two horns from the waist forward, like a belt Wrap Garen around his waist.
Hum. A white halo appeared behind Garen's head. It was the condensed product of the spiritual power of all the ancestor souls, representing the strongest power of this armor.
The deadly chill was getting stronger and stronger, and the level of Chi Xuegong also began to improve again with the increase of this armor.
The fifteenth floor slowly broke through. The sixteenth floor, the seventeenth floor, the eighteenth floor! !
The last three layers were completely broken through in such a short period of time. The last three layers were mainly to improve the texture of the cold air. Garen himself had a very high level of cold air. In addition, the soul-seeding experience infused with the armor of the ancestors of the past dynasties directly put him on Chill's comprehension has been raised to an extreme.
Such a breakthrough should come as no surprise.
The eighteenth floor represents the acme of Chixue Gong. The entire Chixue Gong has only eighteen floors, which is the corresponding ninth-level energy machinist.
"I didn't expect there to be such a martyr in this world!" Garen quietly looked at the completely shattered everything in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and performed the etiquette of a secret warrior very solemnly.
"I will fulfill your wishes."
The armor on his body suddenly turned into white light, disappeared between his eyebrows, and condensed into a V-shaped white pattern. The aura on his body also recovered to the point where he was not downgraded, so he turned around and left slowly.
The ice hell will completely disappear from today.
(end of this chapter)