v8 Chapter 28： Holy change

This little sword is quietly suspended in the cold space, accompanied by only some stars and meteorite debris, and occasionally a strange flash, overflowing from the inside, making this little sword more like A complete star.

When the strange flash accumulates to a certain extent outside the blade, the sword will have a transparent crystal that will form like a frost. However, because the surface of the blade is too smooth, these ice crystals cannot adhere, and they peel off from the sword and fall downward.

These ice crystals bring long light in the void, expand rapidly, become loose, and soon it is like a blossoming ice blooms in the void.

This is a very mysterious and beautiful picture. &n novel bsp; however, the evolution in this cold space is unknown.

These ice flowers have completely disappeared before they come into contact with the heavens and the earth that most practitioners can perceive, and then become a lot of invisible vitality, flowing into the vitality between heaven and earth.

The changes in the sun, the moon and the stars, the fluctuations in the vitality of the extraterrestrial space, and the inability to reach some of the stars in the world, will become obstacles to the practice of practitioners.

This is especially true of the stars that have evolved through Zheng sleeves. They can easily be integrated into the trajectory of many of the world's original airflows, thus quietly changing the vitality of the world that some practitioners are familiar with.

In a sense, this means extinction.

It means a lot of existing practice, the experience passed down by the predecessors, and teaches how the practitioners can perceive the complete failure of the means of the airflow through the heavens and the earth.

If this little sword becomes stronger, she becomes more powerful, and she can more quietly "corrode" and change the established vitality of the heavens and the earth, quietly exterminating the world of practitioners.

It is now that the ice crystals that overflowed on the little sword that she controlled, and the many practitioners who fell in the ice, their practice may have a great impact.

In particular, some of the practitioners' chances of being broken are hindered. The time of influence may be a dozen years or perhaps a lifetime.

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There is an ice flower falling on the bitter cold of the Donghu border.

This ice flower has already disappeared quietly, turning into a myriad of silky airflows in the wind.

The little sword naturally floats in the space of silence, just like the stardust and meteorite debris, it only follows a certain natural trajectory. These elements from the sword are not controlled by Zheng sleeve, but are random. Floating around the world, no one knows.

However, when the wind of this ice flower blew through a mountain, this mountain covered with glaciers, seemingly eternal, suddenly burst into a lot of sturdy spirits.

This mountain is the holy mountain in the heart of the Eastern Husband.

All ascetic monks and many Donghu practitioners who want to break through will choose to work hard here.

Many people think that this is only a question of faith. However, what happened today makes the people who are suffering in the mountains understand that this is not just a question of faith, but a question of blessing.

These majestic spirits come from some of the most difficult caves on the Mid-Levels.

These caves are too cold, and even the practitioners who transport food and water are difficult to reach often, so only the hardships that are unimaginable for life can stay for a long time.

Many ascetic monks have forgotten the passage of time for a better understanding and thinking, and never speak.

Many ascetic monks have been in these caves for decades, and the vitality of the flow changes has become eternal in their perceptions. The only thing they need to break through is the boundaries between their physical and spiritual.

However, at this time, they perceive this change.

The fall of this ice flower, for their perception of the world, is the evil thing from outside the sky.

As many of the stocks rushed out of the air, this holy sky seemed to have an invisible barrier.

Those flowing winds are forcibly imprisoned by the power of these caves.

A slamming sound.

The ice that had turned into a silky spirit was actually repressed in the air, but in the next moment, it was completely wiped out by these forces and disappeared without a trace.

This kind of contest is only a short moment, but because of the whole holy sac, it is felt by all practitioners practicing in the interior.

The cave where Li Xixing practiced belongs to the old man who followed Ding Ning. He was originally at a high place. At this time, Hu Jingjing was making tea at a shelter from the mouth of the cave.

She had just put a piece of ghee that could withstand the cold of the mountains into the tea. She had not used the magic to improve the heat of the tea. She saw a strange rainbow of light disappearing from the sky, and then she perceived it. The sacred mountain was slightly shaken by the summit. Then there was the cracking sound of many glaciers on the mountain caused by the vibration, which became macroscopic.

She was surprised and didn't understand what happened.

But she subconsciously turned to look at Li Xixing, the most in the cave.

Li Xixing sat on the couch of the old man, and the crystal yellow brilliance in front of him was constantly changing various sword shapes.

Since Uzbek Mountain came here, he has stayed here for a long time, but there has never been a special breakthrough.

Hu Jingjing also stayed in the practice of Donghu, and often took care of Li Xixing's diet.

The mountain wind blows her face into purple and black, but she has not lost her patience. She just worried that Li Xixing lost her patience and missed an important breakthrough opportunity.

When she turned and looked back at Li Xixing, Li Xixing, who was not moving like a sculpture, opened her eyes.

He did not say anything to Hu Jingjing as usual, but took a deep breath and looked at himself.

The bedding under him could not see the original color, because the grease and dust had turned into purple-black, but at this time the mountain was fluctuating, there was a golden light inside.

These golden lights are not strong, but they have always shined up, even on the top of the cave above his head, forming a lot of lines like unique words.

Hu Jingjing was shocked and almost screamed.

She subconsciously grabbed her mouth, for fear of disturbing Li Xixing. Because she can't understand these lines, it just reflects that this may be the trace left by the old man's practice, because it is naturally inspired by the fall of the day, but she feels from the spirit of Li Xixing at this time, it seems These lines became an important opportunity for him and seemed to have some unique induction to his body.

Li Xixing’s face changed from shock, joy and sorrow to sorrow.

A slamming sound.

The blood and the real elements in his body seem to burn. When the golden light slowly disappears, there is golden light in his body. It seems that all the flesh and bones in his body are burned into golden magma, spilling his skin and bringing his The body is wrapped as a golden man.

The sword that had never been formed in front of him was also severely distorted.