It was a white desert, with nothing and no life except for the endless ice fields. There are no ferocious snow wolves, no penguins encountered along the way, and no various ice field critters. There is only a white expanse, an endless ice field, and there are no glaciers or snow-capped mountains. Only the howling wind seemed to tear everything here. Sikong used Gang Qi to protect his body, and the crystal coffin behind him was already frozen.

"Where is the palace master?" Sikong looked around.

If it weren't for Sikong hearing from his master that he was doing penance at the South Pole, Sikong would never have imagined that he would be able to stay in this place for thirty years. Not to mention thirty years, even if you let yourself stay for a month, you can't do it.

In this ghost place, there are no creatures, no Internet, no drunken life, only extremely cold cold, and the cold wind that will not stop all year round.

Sikong moved on.

Well?

Sikong immediately felt that something was wrong, and when he just stepped in, he clearly felt a fluctuation in his breath. This breath is fundamentally different from the breath of nature. This aura is obviously the breath of a martial artist.

"Palace Master!" Sikong was overjoyed.

Kiss!

Suddenly, out of thin air, an invisible hand grabbed Sikong. Sikong was shocked, his face was pale, and just as he was about to struggle, his eyes suddenly turned white, and the person disappeared in place in an instant. At that moment, Sikong felt as if he had appeared in another world.

Here is like a square inch of a place, willows and flowers are bright and another village, flowers, birds, grass and beasts.

"Oh my God!" Sikong was dumbfounded.

Although it is not big, there are flowers and grass here, there is no extreme cold, and there is the warmth of spring. A few birds are flying, and hares are running wild.

"Palace master, it must be palace master. Sikong shouted.

"Who are you?" came an old voice.

Thump......

Sikong hurriedly knelt down, and then shouted: "Palace Master, I am a disciple of the Holy Ruins Palace and an apprentice of Ding Qianqiu. This time, I came to look for the palace master, I wanted to ask the palace master to save my master, who was seriously injured and was dying. ”

"Ding Qianqiu is seriously injured?" The voice seemed to be a little puzzled: "With Ding Qianqiu's strength, I am afraid that there are few people in this world who are his opponents. Even if he can't be defeated, he can't be his opponent. Could it be ...... The holy monks of the Temple of the Emerald Buddha in Thailand are out of customs?"

"No, no. Sikong shook his head again and again, and said, "It's not like that, but ...... A young grandmaster in the country!"

"Young Grandmaster?"

The voice fell, a phantom flickered, and then an old figure appeared in front of Sikong. He is 1.75 meters tall, dressed in a snow-white robe, barefoot, and has a silver drape sprinkled on his waist. Two slender braids. The old man's face was majestic, and he had an otherworldly fairy aura on his body.

He is the palace master of the Holy Ruins Palace.

Twenty-eight years ago, he fought with the holy monk of the Jade Buddha Temple in Thailand, and only lost one move, since then, there is no legend of the rivers and lakes against the sky, he lurks at the pole of the South Pole, tempers the body in an extreme environment, in order to prove the way of heaven, perceive the power of heaven and earth, and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

Twenty-eight years have passed in a flash.

"Palace Master!" Sikong prostrated on the ground: "Please save my master." ”

"Ding Qianqiu. Reverse Cangtian sighed and said, "Even if it is saved, so what, it is no different from the living dead!"

"Huh?" Sikong was shocked.

"His cultivation is in vain, and the martial arts path is no longer possible. Reverse Cangtian sighed and said, "Even if you are alive, you are only a mortal." Rather than that, it's better to leave. Save the future sorrow. ”

"No, no!" Sikong hurriedly shook his head and said, "Palace Master, as the old saying goes, it's better to die than to live." Master respected him for his penance all his life, and never enjoyed pure blessings. Even if the master is alive and has not cultivated, I will honor him well and give him a good old age. ”

Reverse Cangtian looked at Sikong in surprise and said, "Ding Qianqiu has accepted a good apprentice." ”

"Palace Master, please. Sikong choked up.

"That's fine. Reverse Cangtian took a deep breath and said, "Since this is the case, then I'll make an exception and make an exception." ”

Swish.

With a wave of his right hand, Ding Qianqiu's crystal coffin appeared in front of Sikong.

Sikong was dumbfounded, just this hand of telekinesis was enough to shock him. What kind of realm does this need to reach to be able to have such a powerful power? Is the Heavenly Dao? No, no! Master Ding Qianqiu is already a Heavenly Dao Grandmaster, and with his strength, it is impossible for him to achieve such an ability.

Just now, he was caught by the Heavenly Void with one hand, and he didn't have the slightest room for resistance.

And now, this crystal coffin, plus the weight of the master, is enough to weigh a thousand catties. And he's as simple as digging through a bag. Martial arts people, it is not impossible to take things in the air, but if you want to achieve such ease and ease as the sky, thousands of catties of things can be easily grabbed from several kilometers away. It's simply not possible. With the peak strength of the Sikong Martial Arts Grandmaster, it is estimated that it is impossible to catch a branch a hundred meters away.

The farther the distance, the requirements for strength are almost a geometric base increase. Anything within ten meters, Sikong can grab something within a thousand catties, if it is a hundred meters away, nothing can be done. I'm afraid that this crystal coffin was a few kilometers away just now, right? One can imagine how terrifying the strength of the sky is.

Reverse Cangtian glanced at the crystal coffin that had been wrapped in ice and snow, and waved his hand lightly. Snow and ice flakes off.

Inside, you can see Ding Qianqiu, who has been burned black, and there is still a glimmer of life.

"Ding Qianqiu is already a master of the Heavenly Dao Grandmaster Realm, and he was injured like this?" It's just that if you don't have an innate master, how can you save you?"

"Palace Master, can't you do it too?" Sikong was stunned.

"Ten years ago, maybe not. Reverse Cangtian smiled, and then said: "However, ten years later, I am no one to beat. ”

As he spoke, a surging force surged out of his body.

The power caused the surrounding flowers and plants to suddenly grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the buds that were ready to bloom opened in the blink of an eye, and the lawn grew much taller at once. The eggs in the nest actually broke out of their shells and chirped.

The power of the crazy True Element, like the source of life, nourishes all the creatures around it. Eventually, he frantically poured into the crystal coffin.

Ding Qianqiu's broken muscles healed, the burned skin was reborn, the power of life was great, and the power of the source of life was infinite. Ding Qianqiu's body was healing, and the heart veins in his body that were protected by True Yuan immediately opened up after being nourished by external forces.

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PS: Thank you for the reward from the brother 'Old City Cool Heart'. Kneel and beg for recommendation tickets and commuter passes.

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