Immortal Mortal

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Mo Wuji did not consider it at all. He grabbed the key and sent it into the keyhole of Shimen. If it is somewhere else, maybe he will take a closer look and do this again.

But here, he must not hesitate, maybe someone will come over the next moment. What's more, what makes Mo Wuji reassured is that it was bombarded by people not long ago. Even if there is any danger, it will not wait until he comes.

The key is matched to the keyhole, and the hand is slightly twisted. The stone door makes a squeaking sound and slowly opens.

An extreme icy scent infiltrated, and the unscrupulous gods swept in, only to see the white scorpion, and the gaze was nothing to see. Just when Mo Wuji wanted to continue to observe, his gods swept to a hundred meters away, and the two monks had carefully walked in.

Mo Wuji quickly took out the key, and his body shape flashed into the extremely thick stone door. Shimen is still open, and Wu Wuji has turned it off and no response. He can only go to Shimen, and he can't take care of the coldness in the depths.

"There is a stone gate here..." The monk who walked in front found the stone gate that was opened by Mo Wuji and immediately said with surprise.

The monk behind was a woman. She also saw Shimen. She soon discovered that Shimen was closing.

When Shimen opened, Mo Wuji wanted to force it to close, and the result was not made. Now, when Wu Moji enters the depths, the stone door automatically starts to close.

"Would you like to go in?" The man asked a question.

The woman did not answer the words of the male repair at all. Her figure accelerated and rushed into Shimen in the shortest time. She told the men to repair with her own actions, whether to go in.

Seeing the woman repairing, the man also speeded up, followed by the woman's self-cultivation and rushed into Shimen. After the two men rushed in, Shimen made a loud noise and closed again.

"Xia Shimei, what is this place?" The male practitioner who came in later found that this place was simply a piece of white, and immediately asked.

Xia Shimei did not answer the first time, apparently looking at the situation around her, and then she took out a bright stone. In the next moment, she replied carefully. "I didn't expect the Mingguang stone to work at all. Although I don't know where this is, there is a stone gate in this place. It is definitely not simple. And..."

Speaking of this, Xia Shimei lowered his voice. "Currently, my brother, we must be careful. The stone door of this place is suddenly opened and closed, indicating that someone has come in before us. And I always feel a gaze on me. ""

Mo Wuji hides aside and does not act immediately. He has already seen it clearly. This place is strictly speaking a larger hall than the place where they first fell.

This hall is very strange. There is nothing but the white ice. If there is something to say, there is a vague entrance in the middle of the hall. Just like the entrance to the basement, the unscrupulous knowledge can reach the first dozen ice steps of the entrance.

The two men and one woman and the two monks are still slowly moving around to explore, and Mo Wuji knows that these two people will find him sooner or later. Fortunately, here, the light stone can not play a role, only a white ice fog.

Mo Wuji made up his mind. His body flashed directly into the entrance to the basement and landed on the ice.

An extreme icy cold stretched over, let Mo Wuji hit a spirit, almost quit again.

"Xia Shimei, I just saw a shadow flashing." The repairing brother stopped and said cautiously.

"I saw it too. We used to look at it." After Xia Shimei finished, she stepped forward to the entrance to the ice level below. Her courage seemed to be much larger than that of the sorcerer.

The unscrupulous gods naturally swept the two people who followed, and the bottom was getting cold and cold. Mo Wuji even if it was full of encouragement, but also frozen like a stiff body.

If there are no two people behind, he is likely to return. Now he followed the two, and he returned to meet the two. With his cultivation, it is certainly not the opponent of these two people.

Hard to scalp, Mo Wuji can only keep going. Going a dozen steps, I can't help it, and this cold will freeze him.

"Hey!" At this moment, Mo Wuwu’s feet seemed to step on something and made a squeak.

His gods noticed the two people behind, and they forgot to pay attention to their feet.

Almost at the same time, a bright stone was thrown over by the people above. The ice-smooth space outside the clear stone does not seem to work. At this ice level, you can clearly see the following situation.

Mo Wuji had stepped on something, and when he was stiff, he was smashed by Mingguangshi and immediately rolled down.

"I recognized it, it was the worst kid to be repaired... oh..." The man said half of it, and he was excited and cried. "The following is the infinite forging soul crystal..."

The height of a dozen feet, even if it is rolled down from the ice level, Mo Wuyi was also thrown into the seven halo. These are completely unimportant to Mo Wuji. His body loses consciousness within a few seconds of landing. Even if he hears the most eagerly forged soul crystal, he has no action. Ability, he knows he is about to be frozen to death.

The icy cold here is simply terrible. Every chill is infiltrated into the bone marrow and there is no way to stop it.

At this moment, the blood is gradually frozen, and the skin on the hand is discolored and becomes pale at the speed of the naked eye. Maybe after a while, if you use something to knock, his hand will turn into ice.

"It can't go down here, it's too cold, we can't stand it...." The male repair went to the place where Mo Wuji had arrived, and finally found that the colder the colder.

"Oh..." The things that Mo Wuji stepped on before were also stepped on by the female practitioner who was walking in front. The woman repaired her body and lost her balance. She grabbed the gap in the man’s speech and directly grasped the male repair. The extreme coldness also made the two bodies stiff and unable to respond softly. The next moment, the two men and Wu Wuji, like a hockey roll down.

Mo Wuji had no time to manage the two men, and there was a kind of sorrow in his heart. Before entering the five elements of the wasteland, he thought about whether he would not go out, but he did not expect it to go out.

The unscrupulous consciousness gradually became blurred, and he felt that his soul was about to leave.

A man and a woman not far from him, although repaired far more than Mo Wuji, in this place can only barely struggle to stand up.

Obviously the two want to struggle not to collect the infinite forging soul crystal, but to struggle to climb back from the original road. Only after the two walked a few steps, they sat down again, horrible cold, so that they had no resistance.

Seeing the woman's desperate face, Mo Wuzhi's confused consciousness suddenly surprised, he was awake. This may be a return to the light, but Mo Wuzhi saw the face of the smoke. He saw the tragic end of the smoke after he died.

Can't die, never die.

But this horrible icy cold is not his will to resist, even if he does not want to die, death is still slowly pushing him.

If there is a big stove, then Mo Wuji suddenly misses the crater that was seen at the end of the first passage.

Almost at the moment of thinking about the stove, Mo Wuzhi's frozen eyes brightened, and he remembered the Tianlei seven style.

When he first cultivated the Tianlei seven, the terrible temperature from the inside out almost burned him to ashes. The icy cold of this place is from the outside to the inside, if he cultivates the first type of Tianlei seven style...

They are about to be frozen to death, and the Tianlei seven style is terrible. Mo Wuji is also fearless. He did not hesitate to gather the last glimmer of power to start the Tianlei seven style first.

Only half a week later, the horrible feeling of burning flames rose in the unscrupulous dantian, and then instantly spread to the unruly body meridians.

Mo Wuji is a crazy practice of the Tianlei seven-style cultivation method. He is dead and killed by fire. He is fearless.

The horrible burning sensation finally burned from the unscrupulous meridians to his bone marrow, burning from his bone marrow to his body.

The horrible heat burning from the inside out hits the same horrible ice cold outside. Mo Wubo's body began to evaporate a mist, his hand slowly restored to softness, and his body gradually recovered consciousness.

The kind of chilling and hot, so that Mo Wuji has a pain that cannot be said. But Mo Wuzhi's heart is full of an indescribable surprise.

At the beginning, when he had just got the first form of the Tianlei seven-style break, he almost went into flames and was killed by the internal fire. Now he is practicing the first style of the Tianlei seven in this cold place, but he has only suffered from pain, and life has no effect at all.

The same thing, in different environments, produces so much effect. A man who was almost placed in his death, saved his life here.

For the pain in the flesh, there is no way to know how much he has experienced, and he can bear it.

"Hey!" Mo Wuji felt that something seemed to be broken in the body. An indescribable force filled his dantian and veins.

Mo Wuji raised his hand and waved it out, and several thunderstorms exploded around him.

These thunderstorms blew out a piece of crushed ice, and looked at his palm with no surprise. He knows that there is a thunder power in his body, and sometimes he can't help himself. But it is the first time that you control the power of exerting it.

The heat in the body seems to have decreased, and the cold outside seems to have the upper hand. Mo Wuji did not dare to try this first style, but also kept practicing this first style~www.readwn.com~ Soon, Wu Wuji found that the feeling of burning in the body gradually disappeared, that is He will continue to cultivate this first form and there will be no horrible kind of igniting the flame.

If it is normal, this is a good thing for Mo Wuji. Now, it is a fatal blow to Mo Wuji. Once he had no such hot flame in his body, he could not resist this terrible cold.

The unscrupulous eyes fell on the two men and one woman, who had already been frozen to death and turned into two ice sculptures. Farther away from the two, there is a circular ice altar with two snowflake-like things in the ice. Without leaves, the snowflake-shaped crystal is only half a foot long like ice cream.

Mo Wuji has never seen the infinite forging soul crystal, he is not sure whether this is the infinite forging soul crystal. He learned from the man's mouth that he had just said that this should be the infinite forging soul crystal.

This thing is like a living plant, not a deadly spar.

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