Is there any hope for me, who proposed to the world-destroying empress at the very beginning?

Even the powerful Yun Ting Saint Son here would have absolutely no chance of getting close to the Hundred Cold Flower King at this time.

"what!"

"help me!"

"Such strong suppressive power!"

As many cultivators continued to rise rapidly, quite a few people noticed something amiss.

In the surrounding void, it seemed as if an invisible hand was constantly pressing down on them.

The higher the group flew, the stronger the oppressive force became. Once they reached a certain height, if they couldn't withstand it, they would probably be crushed to death.

This idea was quickly confirmed, as many weak cultivators defied the odds and insisted on trying to seize it.

As a result, their fate was also very tragic.

Some turned into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air, while others were forced down to the ground by the terrifying suppressive force, kicking up countless specks of dust.

"Stop here. This is indeed beyond our reach."

After seeing the deaths of many cultivators, some cultivators decided to act according to their abilities.

This is the time to test true strength; any opportunistic tricks will be useless at this moment.

If one's own strength is too

If you are weak, then even if you try your best, you still cannot get close to the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

Since you're destined not to have it, why bother fighting to the death?

Some cultivators remained rational at this moment, but a considerable number of them were completely irrational.

"Crack! Crack!"

A cultivator seemed to be possessed at this moment.

His bones were being suppressed, cracking and popping repeatedly, but the cultivator seemed not to hear them at all.

At this moment, it kept striving upwards.

The final result was, of course, not good. When the time and conditions are not right, persisting and striving blindly is just a reckless act of overestimating one's abilities.

When the cultivator was still a hundred feet away from the King of Hundred Cold Flowers, he too turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Seeing this, Su Liang shook his head slightly.

One of the important reasons why the Hundred Cold Divine Tree can grow so vigorously is probably because countless cultivators shed their blood in this place every year.

"boom!"

Among the many prodigies participating in the Hundred Cold Flower Banquet, Saint Son Yun Ting's strength is truly formidable.

At this time, he was also the first cultivator to approach the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

However, a strange scene unfolded when Yun Ting, the Holy Son, approached the Hundred Cold Flower King.

At this moment, the King of Hundred Cold Flowers suddenly burst forth with seven-colored light, which made the space around the King of Hundred Cold Flowers become incredibly solid.

When the Holy Son Yun Ting approached first, he actually made a huge, muffled impact.

"Let's go take a look too."

They found no other dangers in the space above; their only goal was to pluck the King of Hundred Cold Flowers, which required passing through the seven-colored radiant field released by the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

That area of ​​seven-colored light appeared to be a transparent, viscous swamp.

……

"Just as I thought, under the influence of the Hundred Cold Flower King, the space here has become as viscous as honey."

Upon arriving here, Su Liang immediately reached out and explored the seven-colored space.

When he reached out into the seven-colored space, he immediately confirmed that the space there had indeed become very viscous.

At this moment, a cultivator stared at the immense suppressive force, which continued to rise, and then, like an insect frozen in amber, he was completely unable to move.

Should we continue going up?

Luo Xue Jing Hong also arrived beside Su Liang at this moment. Looking at the many cultivators in the seven-colored space who were neither high nor low level, she was immediately at a loss for words.

These geniuses, who were usually incredibly powerful, now looked like fish thrown onto the shore, about to suffocate.

The cultivators on the outer edge of the seven-colored space can still move freely, but those closer to the core area are now increasingly unable to move.

At this moment, the one standing at the very front is none other than Saint Son Yun Ting.

At this moment, Saint Son Yun Ting was completely unable to move. He had previously exerted all his strength to try to get close to the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

As a result, he is now fifty steps away from the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

Upon arriving at this location, the surrounding space seemed to freeze to an incomprehensible degree.

Even someone as powerful as Saint Son Yun Ting is now in a dilemma, feeling extremely awkward.

"Shh!"

"Look over there! The secret technique of the Holy Son Xuan Shang seems to be working!"

At this moment, many cultivators exclaimed in surprise, and Xuan Shang Saint Son also transformed into a blood dragon.

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"what?"

Upon seeing the divine abilities of the Holy Son of Profound Wounds, Su Liang's eyes lit up.

Xuan Shang Shengzi was a cultivator who practiced blood-based techniques. At this moment, he transformed into a blood dragon formed from condensed blood.

As the blood dragon traversed the space of seven-colored light, it did not seem to be greatly suppressed.

At this moment, the speed of the Holy Son Xuanshang was getting faster and faster. Amidst the envious gazes of many people, the Holy Son Xuanshang quickly approached the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

"Yun Ting is stuck at the fifty-step mark. I wonder if Xuan Shang can advance further."

As Su Liang strolled leisurely with Luo Xue Jing Hong through the colorful space, he slowly spoke.

"It probably won't be that easy."

Luo Xue Jing Hong shook her head. Xuan Shang Sheng Zi's secret technique was very unique. He was now like a real blood dragon. His aura and Dao charm were no different from those of a blood dragon.

However, this King of Hundred Cold Flowers appears very rarely, and is obtained by cultivators even less often.

"good."

Su Liang completely agreed with Luo Xuejinghong's assessment.

He was now moving forward with Luo Xuejinghong in tow, while also using his divine emperor aura to adapt to the rules of this space.

Once he gradually masters the rules of this space, he will be able to easily obtain the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

The Hundred Cold Flowers are very important to Qinghan Palace, serving as one of its key cultivation resources.

The King of Hundred Cold Flowers has been of great help to both Qinghan Palace and Ning Zhexian.

This time, Su Liang is prepared to do everything in his power to help his fairy master retrieve the Hundred Cold Flower King.

"Senior Brother Su Liang, how about we try to understand the rules of heaven and earth in this place?"

After traveling a while longer, Luo Xue Jing Hong spoke up.

"Just to my liking."

By now, everyone has realized that if they cannot comprehend the Daoist principles of this seven-colored radiant space, they will be unable to get close to the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

The current situation of Yun Ting, the Holy Son, being completely trapped, is the best example.

However, if Saint Yun Ting comprehends the Daoist principles of this space in a short while, then Saint Yun Ting will soon be able to approach the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

“The Holy Son Xuan Shang has stopped, also fifty paces away.”

After the Holy Son of Xuan Shang stopped, everyone noticed...

Some clues.

That is, if one does not comprehend the Daoist principles of the Seven-Colored Glow Space, then no matter what methods one uses, one can only reach a position of fifty steps at most, and quietly admire the Hundred Cold Flower King.

At this moment, another cultivator saw a void rift slowly appearing fifty steps away from the Hundred Cold Flower King.

After the void rift appeared, the figure of Bai Ming, the Holy Son, slowly emerged from it.

It was quite obvious that Bai Ming, the Holy Son, had just used a spatial divine power.

Bai Ming was immediately disappointed after emerging from the void rift.

"It actually appeared in this location."

At this moment, Bai Ming, the Holy Son, was both disappointed and puzzled.

His spatial location was next to the Hundred Cold Flower, but after he used his supreme supernatural powers, he ended up appearing only fifty steps away from the Hundred Cold Flower King.

At this moment, the many talented individuals from all sides have gradually lost their previous enthusiasm.

At this point, everyone gradually understood.

Although the Hundred Cold Flower King is excellent, it may not be of much use to most of the geniuses here.

At this moment, most of the surrounding prodigies were focused on Su Liang and the four of them, including Luo Xue and Jing Hong.

Luo Xue Jing Hong is the young master of Qing Han Palace, representing the entire Han Ling Domain.

The three holy sons, Bai Ming, Yun Ting, and Xuan Shang, represent the three strongest factions in the Cold Spirit Domain.

At this moment, Yun Ting and his two companions had already used all sorts of supernatural abilities, but in the end, they were still trapped fifty steps away from the King of Hundred Cold Flowers.

Of everyone present, it seemed that only Su Liang and Luo Xue Jing Hong still had a chance to obtain the Hundred Cold Flower King.

"Will anyone be able to obtain the King of Hundred Cold Flowers this time?"

Some of the most talented individuals were standing in mid-air, exchanging whispers.

"Disaster!"

“Look, even the Holy Sons Yun Ting, Xuan Shang, and Bai Ming cannot get close to the Hundred Cold Flower King.”

"The fact that all three of them were trapped at a distance of fifty paces indicates that the fifty-pace mark must be a hurdle."

"Does that mean that as long as we cross the fifty-step threshold, we can obtain the King of Hundred Cold Flowers?"