It's cold, it's bone-chilling.
Ye Qingtang seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and she began to suffocate from the cold. If she could have even the slightest bit of warmth, it would be a sweet treat for her now.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qingtang finally opened her eyes.
"here… "
Ye Qingtang got up slowly and looked around.
Fortunately, she has already walked out of the ancient god's karma tunnel.
However, in the causal tunnel of the ancient gods, everything was dreamlike, so unreal that Ye Qingtang deeply thought that she had a dream.
She saw Ling Yan and the space-time storm. Even at this moment, Ye Qingtang couldn't tell whether it really happened or it was just an unusual dream.
Soon, the bone-piercing cold brought Ye Qingtang back to reality. She was so cold that even Ye Qingtang, who was the God Lord of the fifth level, couldn't bear the chill.
If this is placed in the outside world, it is almost unrealistic. How cold can it be that a god master can't stand it
There is ice under the feet, and the sky seems to be covered with ice.
Looking around, this world has long been covered by ice, and the cold wind that blows through is like a sharp blade that can easily cut the emperor's skin.
Not long after, several scars appeared on Ye Qingtang's body.
"What the hell kind of place is this?"
Ye Qingtang couldn't help frowning.
However, within a few breaths at most, Ye Qingtang's complexion suddenly changed drastically.
She suddenly remembered that at the end of the causal tunnel of the ancient gods, there is a land of doom and blessing...
And now Ye Qingtang was in a situation that made it impossible for her to think of the blessed land.
Is there such a blessed place
Even the cold wind can kill!
Ye Qingtang was almost certain that she had entered the place of doom, the place of curse that even the gods would tremble in the mouth of the big yellow dog.
Once you enter the place of doom, no matter who you are, whether you are a human or a demon, even a high god, you have to prostrate on the ground and wait for your own doom.
Ye Qingtang still held a trace of luck in her heart, perhaps, this place might be a blessed place, but it might not be.
At that moment, Ye Qingtang lifted her heavy steps and walked forward.
Ye Qingtang was looking, looking for a chance to live.
The ground under his feet, covered in ice for thousands of miles, is extremely smooth, like a mirror.
Even when Ye Qingtang lowered her head, she could see her own reflection, as if appearing from a mirror.
After walking for some time, Ye Qingtang's body gradually began to warm up.
In this kind of place, it was impossible to stop. Once she wanted to rest for a while, the biting cold would make her unbearable, as if even the blood in her body was about to freeze into ice.
In the end, Ye Qingtang could only bow her head before the facts.
She did not enter the blessed land.
She failed completely, and after entering the ancient god's causal tunnel, the tunnel sent her to the Shura Abyss... This place is exactly the place of death, the place of bad luck that the big yellow dog said.
In a place of doom, even gods have to wait for death to enter, let alone her
Ye Qingtang stopped and tried to communicate with Shenhai in her body. Even if it was a place of bad luck, if she could enter the space of Shenhai, there would be no big problem.
Even if she couldn't return to the outside world, she would stay in the Shenhai space at worst. In any case, it was better than staying in this desperate and suffocating place of doom.
However, Ye Qingtang despaired again.
Shenhai failed.