At this time, in the ancient Fengshan Mountains, in the secret realm.

Snow, rust, ghost... and teenager in a wheelchair.

Snow is vast and vast.

Rust, the same is true.

Demons, endless streams.

However, there is only one young man.

"What's going on?"

"Is every demon above the fourth level of heaven?"

"In addition to this general ghost, there are actually immortal ghosts."

"Immortal ghost, it's so fast..."

What is completely different from the atmosphere outside the secret realm is that the battles in the secret realm are tragic.

Xia Yan had successfully obtained a spiritual vein heart and stored it in the storage space as a treasure.

He even couldn't bear to use it to deal with the crisis now, but was preparing to use these extremely difficult resources on the blade after returning...

However, after he took the heart of the spiritual vein, the Snow Tornado still did not disappear, and even only weakened by one or two minutes.

So, Xia Yan knew that this meant that there were still many spiritual veins in the secret realm.

He continued to go deeper and encountered more demons and... immortal ghosts!

At this time, in this gray rust and snow secret realm, three layers inside the sword corpse were surrounded by three layers, looming in the surging snow mist.

In the center of their surroundings, the three figures were extremely fast and turned into numerous afterimages. If three different lights were intertwined together, attacking back and forth.

A young man sitting in a wheelchair was fighting fiercely with two terrifying demons.

【Ghost, Level 48】

【Immortal Ghost, Level 48】

Both seem to be the only ones, their strength is terrifying, and their level crushes Xia Yan for level 5.

If the Snow Sword Corpse is a soldier who died here, the Sword Corpse is a cultivator who died here, and the General Ghost is a general who died here, then... the Immortal Ghost is a powerful sect who died here.

The immortal ghost is a gray-robed demon with a body of only 1.75 meters. The robe hem is a bit tattered, and the drooping wildfire is burning fiercely in the cold wind.

Unlike the Phantom Sword Corpse, in the darkness under the Immortal Ghost Hood, there will be no vortex-like pupils, but blood-colored eyes that are like ghosts.

The immortal ghost only held one sword, the sword was not rusty sword, and after a long time, it was still cold... It can be seen that the immortal ghost must have someone who loves swords as much as his life in front of him, so he was able to warm the sword to this level.

Holding a sword in the hand of a ghost.

The immortal ghost is extremely fast, and no matter how fast the sword is drawn or the speed of running, it is so fast that the human eye cannot keep up with the vision.

In order to deal with it, Xia Yan had to put down the ghost and free his five hundred white hairs.

As soon as the ghost landed, he turned around and retrieved the rusty giant axe. He turned into a violent giant axe whirlwind, rushed into the center of the battlefield, staring at Xia Yan for chasing him.

Xia Yan held five hundred swords, held a black bow in his hand, and wrapped his back with a red "shield".

He rushed alone in the vast snow, facing this dangerous situation that a sixteen-year-old boy should face.

Every moment, every second, he felt his energy and physical strength were being consumed quickly.

However, he was very unwilling to withdraw now...

This is not a question of whether it is pretentious or not.

Instead, if you did not find enough spiritual veins at this time, how could you face the subsequent attacks of Taixu Immortal Sect and the Zhendong King's army?

It's a terrifying situation,

It's a way to go against the trend.

It's like walking on a steel wire...

The pale emperor closed his eyes tightly to avoid being affected by the illusion of the illusion sword corpse in all directions.

He used the red paper people as his eyes and looked around calmly, while the five hundred swords sometimes spin like sickles and danced, sometimes swollen like light, sometimes shot like guns and light...

The sound of fine metal and stone like a storm of the immortal ghost, the sound of the ghost attacking the earth was like a meteor, and it was heard from time to time.

The energy scattered, the storm scattered...

If it weren't for his white hair, he would have died here long ago.

In such a battle situation, he had to deal with generals and immortals, while paying attention to the snow sword corpse and the magic sword corpse around him, and also paying attention to the heart of searching for the spiritual veins. Every moment was thrilling.

However, every moment, his heart was also moving wildly.

His thoughts were as fast as he was at this time when he turned to fight and killed.

The silent flames rose, turning into crazy demonic flames, shaking his reason.

——It’s better to...contain this place as a formation map.

——If you collect it into a formation map, your hair will turn white, and at most you will be transformed into some other organs. Moreover, if this battlefield belongs to me, the heart of the spiritual veins will belong to me, and it may not be used to alleviate the loss of control...

——At that time, my white hair will be out of control, but I will not lose control, just like before I absorbed [Little Spirit Control Technique], [Dark Origami Book], [Hungry Ghost Road], [Nine Sons Ghost Mother's Continuous Bead Shooting Method], and [Little Nightmare Technique].

——Xia Yan, Xia Yan, the throne is so cold, if you are not colder than it, how can you sit on it?

——The sect is so powerful, each with a level of heaven, and is protected by the formation map. In addition, the dynasty has been infiltrated for a long time. If you are not stronger than him, how can you survive? How can you protect the oath you made and protect the people you care about?

——Prudence is important, every step is correct, and it is more stable to hide all the trump cards. If possible, who wouldn’t want that?

——But at this moment, do I have a way out? Do I have a choice? Do I have time?

——No...I have nothing...

The emperor closed his eyes, during this crazy battle, the roar in his heart became more and more intense. It was a calm roar that maintained calmness, sadness and remembrance.

Figures flashed by.

There are deceased relatives.

Enemies with clouds.

There is a yellowed past.

There is a dark future.

——Xia Yan, what are you afraid of? What are you hesitating about?

——No matter how you become, the eldest brother has three children, whether Xia Zhi, Xia Chen, or even Xia Xue are good children, and they can also ascend the throne as emperor.

——Even if the dynasty is declining, the wind and rain are shaking, and the country is chaotic, I will inherit my brother's will, guard the great emptiness in troubled times, protect the Xia family in disputes, and become a prosperous dynasty.

——Welcome your elder brother and return to the ancestral temple, and you will be worthy of your ancestors and ancestors.

The sounds of deafening sounds were like the long ringing of the sky bell, buzzing with his mind.

"I..."

boom!!!

Blast the ghost's giant axe to his place.

The white-haired swords turned into shields, making him retreat back with his wheelchair.

The vortex of the explosion of energy dissipated around. When the smoke and dust were not over, another gray figure flew out, a ghost and a sword shot towards the emperor like lightning breaking through the air.

Xia Yan felt that the world was quiet and everything was slow.

He raised his left hand and pressed against the vast land.

Three thoughts rushed into his mind.

——【After the first mysterious transformation, you can obtain the mysterious array map]

——【Make this ancient monk battlefield mysterious and belong to me】

——【The cost of mystery, if it is not within the balance range, it will get out of control】

...

"Pu, heaven, it's, the lower...what is it, king, earth..."

The eight characters, which are like golden swords and iron horses, are hidden in the sound of killing and attacking, are spoken from the emperor.

When his five fingers pressed against the ground.

A mysterious gray color rose like a tide of light. With him as the center, it quickly overturned towards the ancient battlefield of the Snow Rust Secret Realm.

It flooded all the swords and weapons on the battlefield, all magic weapons, all wreckage that had not been buried, and all the souls that had not yet rested.

All the snow sword corpses and the fantasy sword corpses solidified like this.

The general ghost not far away also solidified.

The immortal ghost freezes in mid-air, maintaining the posture of coming with a sword.

The battlefield covered with gray colors suddenly became a two-dimensional scroll, which suddenly rolled from the sky, turning into a mysterious scroll and being held tightly by the five fingers.
To be continued...