Zhu Tian: Becoming a Sword Master from Martial Arts

Chapter 171 The Bond Between the Two Masters of the Ice Ancestral Talisman
This special space where the Ice Ancestral Talisman is stored has always been very stable because it is guarded by Tianmen. Otherwise, the Seven Kings Palace would have been able to come in directly and take the Ice Ancestral Talisman away.

Ying Huanhuan was able to confirm this when she entered this space.

Under the suppression of Tianmen, the ice and snow power in this space has always been stable. Normally, it is impossible for a blizzard to occur. In particular, the blizzard rolling in from the sky carries an extremely terrifying destructive power, which is definitely not naturally formed.

Almost in an instant, Ying Huanhuan was able to confirm that the snowstorm was definitely man-made.

"A lackey of the Devil's Prison? It seems that Lin Xuan took the initiative to stop him!"

Ying Huanhuan murmured. She didn't think that with Lin Xuan's extremely terrifying perception, he would not be able to detect the existence of the Ice Ancestral Talisman. However, the time he came in was not a choice, and his closest position meant that he did not come for the Ice Ancestral Talisman in the first place.

This "for" does not mean that he wants to collect the Ice Ancestral Talisman, but that Lin Xuan is not trying to protect the Ice Ancestral Talisman, or in other words, he believes that Ying Huanhuan and Ling Qingzhu can take the Ice Ancestral Talisman away.

Therefore, when he came in, his intention was to intercept the people from the Demon Prison and prevent the Demon Prison's lackeys from causing great damage during the process of refining the Ice Ancestral Talisman.

This thought flashed through his mind quickly. Ying Huanhuan looked at the surging "snow waves" and subconsciously turned his head to take a look. He saw that Ling Qingzhu was sitting cross-legged beside the stone pillar. The aura on his body was very quiet, but the power of ice and snow was very active.

Obviously, Ling Qingzhu is at a critical moment and cannot be disturbed. Otherwise, the refining of the Ice Ancestral Talisman will fail, and all previous efforts will be wasted. Ling Qingzhu herself will also suffer a great backlash.

The importance of Ling Qingzhu is not only clear to Yan, but also to Ying Huanhuan, the Ice Master. She even thinks that Ling Qingzhu is more important than her, because Ling Qingzhu, like Lin Xuan, has also entered the realm of Supreme Induction Jue by practicing on her own.

For Lin Xuan, Ling Qingzhu's help is definitely greater than hers. In fact, if Lin Xuan and Ling Qingzhu were allowed to practice together, they might have a chance to gain the recognition of the Fetus of the Plane and end this catastrophe!
Ying Huanhuan glanced at Ling Qingzhu with a determined look, the previous secret rivalry in her eyes no longer existed. She turned her head and looked at the surging snowstorm, secretly clenched her teeth, and then gently raised her left hand.

"Buzz!"

A special wave came from the palm of Ying Huanhuan's left hand. Then, the ancient inscription pattern on the palm lit up slightly. The next moment, a ray of light flew out from Ying Huanhuan's palm and turned into a white door.

The moment a white gate made of some special rock appeared, a special and majestic aura emanated from the stone gate. Then, a special pale white halo emitted from the stone gate, enveloping the entire altar.

When the light shield was formed, a blizzard with a forceful force also came rushing over, and crashed into the light shield in front of Ying Huanhuan's solemn expression.

"boom!"

The thin layer of pale white light curtain seemed so fragile and helpless under the surging snowstorm, as if it would be broken through in the next moment.

However, the light curtain that looked shaky and as if it would break at any moment actually stood there stubbornly, blocking all the wind and snow outside.

It seemed that the hustle and bustle of the world was completely blocked out by that thin curtain of light, leaving Ling Qingzhu with a quiet and peaceful world.

However, there was no sign of relief on Ying Huanhuan's face. In fact, it looked even more solemn.

Although it seemed that the power of Tianmen had blocked all the blizzards, only Ying Huanhuan herself knew how powerful the force was contained in the surging blizzard. The reason why she could hold on now was, firstly, because Tianmen was a divine object with great power, and secondly, because of the characteristics of the blizzard.

A blizzard is somewhat similar to a wave. The power that erupts at the first moment is certainly very strong, but the subsequent continuous explosions that have no end are the most terrifying.

As time passed bit by bit, although the thin curtain of light still stubbornly blocked all the wind and snow outside, the flickering light showed that Ying Huanhuan could no longer hold on.

Even as the Lord of Ice, Ying Huanhuan could hardly use the strength of Nirvana to block such a powerful force. In particular, in order to prevent Ling Qingzhu from being disturbed while refining the Ice Ancestral Talisman, Ying Huanhuan had to protect the altar.

He could hardly protect himself, and he had to distract himself to protect the huge altar. The reason he could hold on for so long was all thanks to Ying Huanhuan's control over strength and his understanding of the power of ice and snow. Therefore, it was much easier for him to deal with it than for ordinary people.

"Why isn't it over yet?"

Ying Huanhuan, whose face was somewhat pale, felt that the energy in her body was almost exhausted, and she became secretly anxious.

The energy in her body is almost exhausted. If Ling Qingzhu does not come out of seclusion, Ying Huanhuan can only choose to revive the strength in her body and help Ling Qingzhu survive this disaster.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The wind and snow all around bombarded the crumbling light curtain, making a loud roar, which made Ying Huanhuan's eyes more determined.

Feeling the energy in her body running out of steam, Ying Huanhuan suddenly let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps, this was her fate. She was the Ice Lord, and no matter how much she wanted to hide it, she was still the Ice Lord.

"Ugh!"

He sighed with regret. Even though he didn't want to become the cold person he used to be, Ying Huanhuan didn't want her to get hurt, and even more so, she didn't want this world to fail in the end, and she didn't want to see him look powerless.

Ice-blue light began to gather in Ying Huanhuan's eyes, and an ice-blue snowflake appeared in the pupils of Ying Huanhuan's eyes.

The energy that had been squeezed out of the body intermittently was finally exhausted. Just when the light curtain was about to dissipate, just when Ying Huanhuan wanted to revive the strength in his body and hold it up again at the moment the light curtain dissipated, a heavy force suddenly came from behind him and poured into the light curtain that was about to break in the astonished eyes of Ying Huanhuan.

"Om!!"

As the heavy force poured in, the originally shaky light curtain suddenly shone brightly and became solid in an instant.

Ying Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked, only to see Ling Qingzhu, a girl with long ice-blue hair, standing gracefully beside a stone pillar in the middle of the altar. Her cold and otherworldly temperament made people dare not get too close.

"Senior sister, did you succeed?"

Ying Huanhuan reacted and couldn't help but smile a little more, then she spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingzhu withdrew her gaze from the light and fixed it on Ying Huanhuan. The next moment, she smiled gently. In an instant, the aloof and cold feeling she had disappeared, and instead, a sense of intimacy appeared.

"Qingzhu would like to thank Senior Sister. If it weren't for Senior Sister's teaching Qingzhu, I'm afraid Qingzhu would have had a hard time gaining the recognition of the Ice Ancestral Talisman."

Ling Qingzhu's words were by no means polite. If it weren't for the insights she had gained from Ying Huanhuan's soul before, not only would it be difficult for her to gain the recognition of the Ancestral Talisman, she might even die tragically in the test. After all, she was not the Ice Master, and the "simplified" test could be said to be something that almost no one could pass except the Ice Master.

"You're too polite, senior sister. It's my blessing to be able to help you!" Ying Huanhuan pursed her lips and responded with a chuckle. Then she turned her head to look at the ground door in Ling Qingzhu's hand. After pondering for a moment, she took the initiative to speak.

"Senior Sister, how about you and I join forces and leave this place?"

In fact, the best way to deal with these blizzards is to fly into the air. Although there are other problems in the air, it is not a difficult task for the two controllers of the Ice Ancestral Talisman.

Perhaps seeing the doubt in Ling Qingzhu's eyes, Ying Huanhuan simply recounted what had happened.

"While Senior Sister was refining the Ancestral Talisman, Lin Xuan should have stopped the lackeys of the Demon Prison. If nothing unexpected happens, this blizzard was caused by the fight."

"The Devil's Prison used the Ancestral Talisman as bait to lure us here. They must have made sufficient preparations. I'm afraid that the Sword Saint alone is in danger!"

Ling Qingzhu nodded without any hesitation after hearing this. The next moment, she raised her hand and waved it. A ray of frost flew out, passed through the light curtain, and erected a huge ice wall outside.

After the ice wall appeared, all the wind and snow disappeared instantly. Ling Qingzhu raised her hand and waved it, directly removing the light curtain. Then she hugged Ying Huanhuan and flew straight into the sky.

"boom!"

The moment the two left, the ice wall shattered under the impact of the blizzard, and the wind and snow instantly engulfed the entire altar.

High in the sky, Ying Huanhuan looked down at Ling Qingzhu's hands around her waist with a bit of astonishment in her eyes. She caught a glimpse of Ling Qingzhu from the corner of her eye, and her already shy face turned even redder. In her mind, she couldn't help but think of that absurd illusion.

After calming herself down, Ling Qingzhu didn't dare to look at Ying Huanhuan, but just explained softly.

"Senior Sister, you should recover your energy first. There might be another big battle later!"

……

Outside the wasteland, the figures of the three great masters of Yuan Sect quietly emerged. Ren Yuanzi looked up and gazed at the space passages in the sky with a hint of sneer in his eyes.

"Humph, it's just a dog that my Yuan Sect found. How dare you dream of climbing over our heads? You are really courting death!"

Di Yuanzi did not show any joy when he heard this, but rather a little worried. He glanced at those unstable space channels and asked Tian Yuanzi softly.

"Tian Yuanzi, will His Highness really not blame us for our scheme?"

"Why blame them? As long as we can kill the Sword Master, it will be a great achievement."

Tian Yuanzi glanced at the hesitant Di Yuanzi, a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes, and his gaze swept through those space channels, as if he was sensing something, and explained softly.

"The Lord of Hongya Cave sacrificed himself for the sake of the Demon Prison. He chose a suicidal attack and severely injured the Sword Master, allowing us to eliminate this great threat!"

Upon hearing this, Di Yuanzi suddenly raised his head and a look of realization flashed in his eyes. For a strong man at the level of the Wheel-Turning Realm, if it is a normal fight, it is generally difficult to have casualties. If you can't win, you can escape. Even if it is two against one, it is highly likely that it will be difficult to kill the opponent.

However, if it is a one-on-one fight, and the opponent is known to be doomed, and attacks with his life in exchange for his own, and severely injures the opponent, it will be almost impossible for the severely injured strong man to escape from a strong man in the Wheel-Turning Realm of the same level.

However, can Lin Xuan's strength really reach the level of the Wheel-turning Realm? Di Yuanzi was a little unconvinced.

“Tian Yuanzi, although the Sword Saint is a monster, he shouldn’t be as strong as the Wheel-turning Realm, right? After all, this is not an ancient battlefield, and he has no external help!”

"Don't underestimate him. He is a person who cannot be judged by common sense. We must improve our normal assessment of him by one or two levels before we have a chance to eliminate him!"

Tian Yuanzi's face looked a little solemn. After fighting with Lin Xuan, he could feel more and more how terrifying the opponent was. This guy could always exceed other people's expectations.

According to normal assessment, even though Lin Xuan is a demon, he should only have strength beyond the peak of the Death Profound Realm, but Tian Yuanzi still directly regards him as an opponent of the same level.

Therefore, this time, Tian Yuanzi thought of letting the Lord of Hongya Cave go to die first, and use the life of the Lord of Hongya Cave to injure Lin Xuan seriously, and then they would come forward to finish the job, thus ensuring that nothing could go wrong.

"From the fluctuations coming from the space channel, they should have already started fighting, and it was very intense. I think it's the best time for us to go in now. Then, after the dog is chopped by the Sword Saint, we can take advantage of the Sword Saint... who is that person!"

Yuanzi, who was staring at the space channel, was making sinister plans, but suddenly he seemed to have noticed something, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes swept towards a certain void, and he shouted loudly.

The moment Ren Yuanzi spoke, Tian Yuanzi and Di Yuanzi's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes were fixed on a certain place in space.

Under the gaze of Tian Yuanzi and the other two, the sky suddenly darkened. When it brightened again, a skinny old man in a black robe appeared in front of the three people.

Bo Xuan looked at Tian Yuanzi and the other two in front of him with a smile. There was no hatred on his face that a master of the ancestral talisman had for the running dogs of the Demon Prison. Instead, he greeted them with a smile.

"The three masters of Yuan Sect, I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you are doing well. How about sitting down and having a drink together?"

While speaking, Bo Xuan even shook the wine jug in his hand, as if he was really sincerely inviting the three great masters of Yuanmen to have a drink together and reminisce about the past.

"Bo Xuan? How dare you come to us alone!"

Ren Yuanzi was a little surprised, but then, a malicious look appeared on his face. It would not be difficult for the three of them to join forces to temporarily trap a ancestral talisman controller in the Wheel-Turning Realm. At that time, they could directly ask the adults for help, and then they could control the dark ancestral talisman and make up for the loss of the space ancestral talisman.

"Haha, I don't dare to do it alone, but I have helpers!"

Bo Xuan had no intention of hiding anything. After clapping his hands, a white-haired old man stepped out from the space. When Tian Yuanzi and the other two saw this, their pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Reincarnation Realm!"

Tian Yuanzi and the other two never imagined that Bo Xuan was not only following them secretly, but also had a helper in the Samsara Realm.

(End of this chapter)