Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1887: The King of Ice and Snow

This is a rather wide cave with ice pillars standing upright. Looking around, it looks like a dense underground forest, quiet and mysterious.

There is a big lake in the forest. The clear water is like a gem emitting beautiful halo. At this moment, a huge translucent figure is hovering above the lake.

It has a pair of purple eyes that are different from other ice souls and snow spirits. Its gaze is cold and creepy. It looks down from above, and streams of white mist are pouring out of its body.

It opened its mouth, and the whistling sound of the wind that Liu Qinghuan heard outside immediately echoed throughout the cave.

A biting chill seeped in through the crack in the door. Huang Long shivered and tightened his clothes.

"That guy looks very strong, could he be the king of those ice souls and snow spirits?"

Liu Qinghuan said seriously: "I'm afraid so!"

Amidst the whistling sounds, transparent ice and snow spirits shuttled through the icicle forest, chasing after intruders.

They hid behind the door, but their spiritual awareness was limited and their vision was blocked by the icicles, so they had no idea who was inside. However, the screams and cries came out clearly.

Liu Qinghuan thought about it, said something and retreated to the corner, then took out the Ice Soul and Snow Soul Beads that he had not had time to eat and stuffed them into his mouth in one go.

In an instant, he felt as if he was immersed in ice water. His entire body was frozen, and even his hair was covered with white frost.

Seeing his actions, Huang Long understood and also took out a handful of soul beads.

So he also turned into an ice sculpture, and after a moment, hot steam came out from both of their heads.

While refining the Ice Soul Snow Soul Pearl, Huang Long asked, "Are you sure you can deal with the Ice Soul Snow Soul King?"

Liu Qinghuan asked back: "What about you?"

"It's very difficult!" Huang Long said solemnly, "There are so many small ones around it... No wonder we didn't encounter many Ice Souls and Snow Souls along the way. It turns out that they were all summoned away by it."

Liu Qinghuan tried to put away the dragon flame.

After swallowing so many soul beads, although they have not been completely refined, he already feels that his ability to resist the cold has improved a lot. Even if he does not put up the Dragon Flame Protective Shield, the surroundings do not seem to be so cold.

"The soul bead is really useful. Even if we can't kill the big one, we can kill a few smaller ones." Liu Qinghuan said.

"That's right!" Huang Long said, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he took out the pale mask that he had worn when he first met her, and smiled at Liu Qinghuan somewhat embarrassedly.

After putting on the mask, Huang Long's figure turned into a thin line and suddenly disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist Taiwei, I'll go ahead. Let's kill some of the smaller ones first, and then go after the big one!"

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the other party to be so anxious.

After a brief thought, he disappeared and walked towards the gate leisurely.

As soon as I entered the cave, I felt that the surroundings were as cold as an ice cave. The icicles were as tall as giant trees, and the blooming icicles and branches completely blocked my view.

Liu Qinghuan had only taken two steps when he saw a man flash out from behind the icicle in front of him. He ran while throwing a ball of flame behind him.

The black and purple fire was quite powerful. It hit an Ice Soul and Snow Soul with a bang. The opponent was instantly swallowed up and disappeared into a wisp of smoke.

But the man did not dare to stop, because there were still a dozen ice souls and snow spirits chasing him from behind, and the sound was like a translucent icy wind blowing past.

This scene made Liu Qinghuan a little confused: Could it be that they broke into the lair of Binghun Xuepo?

While staring at the man's back, he also remembered who the other person was. He was among the monsters that had appeared in the tower before.

Liu Qinghuan became more cautious and quietly walked through the ice forest, and then saw several ice sculptures lying on the ground. In other words, several corpses.

They are like randomly discarded garbage, lying stiffly on the road. If passers-by accidentally step on them, their arms and legs may be broken and turned into a pile of light pink ice foam.

One of the corpses was a Qingming monk whom he had seen not long ago, and seemed to be from some intermediate realm.

Liu Qinghuan took a look, suppressed the inappropriate pity, waved his sleeves to move the body to a corner where it was not easy to be stepped on, and continued walking forward.

After a while, three more people ran over. They were two demons at the back chasing a monk in front, and the two sides were fighting fiercely.

And behind them, there are even more ice souls and snow spirits following.

"It seems that the battle in this cave is very chaotic!"

After they passed, Liu Qinghuan came out from behind the icicle, walked forward, and looked at the huge shadow in the distance in the sky through the dense branches.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the intimidating sense of oppression emanating from the other side. The rolling waves of white cold fog spread in all directions like waves, and everything was frozen wherever it went.

The cultivation level of this Ice Soul and Snow Spirit King is at least at the same level as a Loose Immortal. In addition, he has brought so many little ones with him, so his strength should not be underestimated.

At this moment, there was a whooshing sound like a dense rain of arrows coming from the front right side of the cave.

He turned his head and saw a man standing on a tall icicle, with a whisk raised high in his hand, and thousands of fine threads flying in all directions.

Several ice souls and snow spirits that jumped into the air were pierced in an instant, and several ice pillars as thick as several people could hug were cut off and shattered, turning into ice cubes and smashing down.

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed: It's Daoxuan!

However, she seemed to be surrounded by ice souls and snow spirits at this time, and the situation was quite critical.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but sigh: If he remembered correctly, he still owed Daoxuan a favor.

There is a precious weapon, the Huangdao Ding, on the top of the Immortal Peak of the Wenshi Sect, which guards the entire mountain gate. It was a gift from Daoxuan.

Favors must always be repaid. If not now, then eventually.

So he did not hesitate any longer and quickly fled over there.

When he looked closer, he saw dozens of ice souls and snow spirits gathered together, trying to break through the flying whisks and tear Daoxuan standing on the icicle into pieces.

Some of them were obviously larger than the others, with silver-purple eyes and sharp claws like blades, slashing at the whisks.

The strings of the zither broke and the music was out of tune.

Daoxuan's attention was all on them, but he didn't notice that a silver-purple-eyed ice soul and snow spirit was quietly approaching behind him.

"Watch your back!"

Liu Qinghuan reminded loudly, and the Sky Punishment Whip appeared in his hand. The long golden whip tail flew across the air and fell heavily!

"Snapped!"

The Ice Soul and Snow Soul was caught off guard, and just as its claws were about to touch Daoxuan's back, it was knocked flying backwards.

Before it could get up, there was another cracking sound, and a golden thunder struck it, leaving it burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and it lost its mind.

“Daoyou Taiwei!” Daoxuan shouted in surprise. He also saw the Ice Soul and Snow Soul. He immediately understood what was going on and hurriedly expressed his gratitude: “Thank you for your help!”

Then her expression changed, as if she remembered something: "Why are you here?"