Chapter 1871: White Mist Treasure

Chapter 1872: Baiwu Treasure

"It must be the place where the Ice Emperor once lived. You will definitely get treasures when you enter!"

"But this white mist is a little weird, who dares to go in?"

"If the Ice Emperor's inheritance can be obtained, it won't be a problem to look down upon the Canglan star field in the future..."

"A bunch of cowards, you dare not go in, the treasure is mine!"

Various murmurs came from the crowd, but no one immediately rushed into the thick white mist in front of him. Zhuo Bufan stood still, frowning his sword eyebrows, although there was an unusually familiar feeling inside, but here After all, it was a secret realm, there might be some danger, he didn't want to take a risk if he didn't know it before.

At this moment, a stream of light suddenly swept out of the crowd, and flew straight to the white mist area in front of him.

It's just that the other party has just entered the white mist area and deepened about a hundred meters. In an instant, the whole person was frozen into an ice sculpture, suspended in the white mist, motionless, and the breath of life instantly disappeared.

In this scene, everyone's faces suddenly appeared horrified. The person who rushed into the white mist was a high-ranking monk of the Star Lake. He was frozen to death by the cold white mist just a hundred meters deep.

The rest of the people all retreated... But there were still monks who wanted to fight hard, and believed that they had some trump cards, suddenly turned into two streams of light and rushed into the white mist.

The strength of these two people is the same as that of the previous person. They are both Xinghu-level high-level monks, and they have some trump cards. They were immediately displayed when they rushed into the white mist, but after advancing 120 meters, they were frozen into ice sculptures as before. , Lost his life.

"I'm coming!" Suddenly, a young man wearing a brocade robe flew out of the crowd with an indifferent expression and sharp rays of light in his eyes. He turned out to be a monk who had reached the Xinghai level.

Seeing that he was dressed as a disciple from the dayan dynasty, his cultivation level was not weak.

"I have been trapped in the elementary realm of Xinghai level. If I can break out of the white mist today, I can break the shackles of cultivation!" The young man exuded an aura of fearless death, and the majestic true essence whistled out and swept his whole person. The package suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed into the white mist.

Zhuo Bufan's gaze was staring at the former, his sword eyebrows were condensed together, how could ordinary people break into the palace where the Ice Emperor once lived.

The cold white mist eroded the true essence of the Xinghai-level elementary cultivator. This time after the opponent advanced more than three hundred meters, he let out an unwilling roar, his body froze into an ice sculpture, and his cultivation was ruined for hundreds of years.

Seeing this scene, the people in the crowd who had the last glimmer of hope also paled suddenly, and even the Xinghai-level elementary cultivators had only advanced three hundred meters.

"It seems that we can't get the inheritance of the Ice Emperor!"

"I'm afraid that even the elder and the vice president can't hold on to this chill!"

For a while, everyone was in an uproar, ready to leave here to find treasures elsewhere. After all, treasures are precious, but for treasures, life is the most important thing.

Just when everyone was about to leave, a figure swept out of the crowd again, and for a while, drew everyone's eyes.

"Who is that guy, isn't he afraid of death?"

"It's a member of the Xuanjie Sect, idiot. Even the Xinghai-level elementary cultivators can't even insist on entering it for three hundred meters. He dare to try a small Xinghu-level medium cultivation base?"

"I guess I'm crazy if I want to get the treasure..."

This figure, the robe hunting in the cold wind, the slightly long black hair wafting backwards, a touch of incomparably firm confidence emerged on the slightly delicate face, this person is extraordinary.

"Isn't this Zhuo Bufan, a genius disciple of the Seventh Sect of Xuanjiezong?"

"I heard that the guy who cleaned up the little prince..."

"No wonder I dare to stand up and have no good life after offending the little prince. If I can get the treasure in the Ice Palace, the Xuanjie Sect will definitely protect him..."

Suddenly, all kinds of news about Zhuo Bufan came out, and it spread among the crowd.

Of course, because of Zhuo Bufan's poor friend, most of the people watched coldly, holding a good show, wanting to see how Zhuo Bufan died in the white mist.

Most of them are jealous and sarcasm.

"Master Zhuo, this white mist is very dangerous, you... don't take the risk!" At this moment, a butterfly-like figure flew from the crowd, a pair of water eyes with worrying colors, beautiful eyes looking forward like water Young people.

Zhuo Bufan turned his head and took a look. It was Han Xiaowen who had obtained the qualifications to enter the Palace of Stars.

"I am confident that I can go in." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, with a faint smile, his eyes burst into an impeccable firmness, and he flew directly into the white mist.

Han Xiaowen clenched her fists tightly, pursing her thin lips, her eyebrows and her eyebrows were filled with anxiety.

In a blink of an eye, Zhuo Bufan rushed directly into the dense fog.

One hundred meters...

Two hundred meters...

Three hundred meters...

Five hundred meters... and then disappeared into everyone's sight, making the crowd that was originally noisy quiet, and then, a huge shock and horror suddenly spread over everyone's faces.

"Young Master Zhuo, actually went in?" Han Xiaowen's beautiful eyes widened, and an incredible color surged over her pretty face.

Although the cold air in the white mist is shockingly cold, Zhuo Bufan felt a familiar feeling from it. The cold air cultivated by Bingyun Minglu is the same cold air in the white mist, but the cold air in the white mist is important. It is stronger and firmer than the cold in his body.

The Bingyun Minglu in the body operates automatically and quickly, constantly refining the cold air that penetrates the original barrier into the skin and rushes into the body. Although this refining speed is not as fast as the influx, it has been able to prevent Zhuo Bufan from being affected. The cold air froze into ice sculptures.

It's just that those cold air that can't be digested for a while brings a kind of pain like bones.

"Bingdi, I will definitely go in, where did you take the leaves?"

Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth, resisting the bone pain caused by the erosion of the cold, and his eyes burst out with two dazzling lights.

The more you move forward, the coldness of the cold air is also increasing exponentially, and even the air is frozen. If this cold air does not operate under the ice cloud, I am afraid that even the star-level powerhouse will fall into it.

While entering the white mist, Zhuo Bufan also saw a human figure that turned into an ice sculpture suspended in the white mist. Before five hundred meters, it was a star-sea level cultivation base, and after that, it was a galaxy-level powerhouse and a star-domain-level powerhouse. ...The range of the white mist is extremely huge, Zhuo Bufan guessed that tens of thousands of people have become ice sculptures and have been trapped in the cold air.

"No!" Zhuo Bufan stared at the corpses of ice sculptures floating in the white mist, and his mouth slowly curved into an arc of excitement.