Chapter 150

When the last bit of foothold was swallowed up by the bloody sea, Su Ruoyun subconsciously hugged Huang Jiao's huge colorful cocoon that was floating above the blood sea.

A snow-crowned scepter suddenly appeared next to Pan Haolong's right hand. The ice-sapphire inlaid in the middle of the scepter was like the third eye of the goddess of winter, emitting a dazzling and brilliant light.

The Eye of the Goddess seemed to be brewing an extremely cold storm, so that snowflakes continuously overflowed from the staff and were quickly melted by the sea of blood.

As soon as this weapon appeared, a look of surprise flashed across Su Ruoyun's face.

"Xiao Yu, why is it you?!"

Xiao Yu, the son of the Snow God, is also one of the top 100 players on the leaderboard. He is low-key but very powerful.

Unlike Ji Lei, who is a nightmare, Xiao Yu does not belong to any team and never participates in the competition between throne players.

Apart from enjoying card games alone, Xiao Yu doesn't like making friends and is more like a lone wolf.

The reason why Ji Lei knew him was because they had a car accident before this card game.

It was obvious that Xiao Yu had recognized her a long time ago, but he didn't point it out at all.

There was probably no need to recognize each other. As Xiao Yu was strong enough, he didn't care whether there were any acquaintances in this card room.

However, now, Xiao Yu glanced at Ji Lei lying on the cocoon, then turned his head and shouted at the two people in the air:

"The snowy area can only last for a quarter of an hour! Before that, we must force it to open its gate!"

After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he took the Snow Crown Scepter and smashed it heavily on the bloody sea.

In just a moment, the third eye of the Winter Goddess burst into a light as bright as midnight.

With Xiao Yu as the center, the sea of blood quickly froze into ice, stretching endlessly. The cold winter was approaching.

The sea of blood was sealed by thick ice, and heavy snow kept falling from the sky, landing on Yi Tu's face and eyelashes, which was very cold and chilly.

Jiang Hanyu held him and slowly landed on the ground. Soon, both of them had gray hair.

The formation of the snow area can only last for a quarter of an hour.

No matter how thick the ice under his feet was, Yitu could still hear the "sizzling" sound of it melting.

The demons beneath the sea of blood were also hammering at the bottom of the ice frantically.

Yitu ignored the horrific scene beneath his feet, and just looked at the Thousand-Aspect God that had swelled to an absurd size not far away.

The snow-white tumor was almost as tall as a three- or four-story building, with countless Pan Teng faces and countless growing torsos and limbs.

They were mixed together, and the man who was seen at the beginning was no longer recognizable.

Yitu's heart sank slowly, perhaps this was Qianxiang's true face.

The flying snowflakes had a certain impact on the players. The extremely low temperature made people move slowly and stiffly.

This was something Xiao Yu had no choice about. After all, the extreme cold effect of the snowy area affected all players and NPCs indiscriminately.

A layer of frost soon formed on everyone's body except himself.

And the Thousand-Aspect God, the one they most wanted to be influenced by, had his snow-white body almost blending into the snowy area at this moment.

Yi Tu turned around and looked at Jiang Hanyu, then Jiang Hanyu grabbed one of the golden Sanskrit characters on his body, and it instantly turned into a dazzling white sword named Hope.

On the other side, Yitu focused his spiritual power on the monster not far away, trying to control Qianxiang.

Jiang Hanyu jumped up so fast that his figure was almost invisible, and the sword of hope in his hand cut off the falling snowflakes in mid-air.

Even so, such a famous sword could not hurt Qianxiang in the slightest.

The snow-white tumor did not move an inch. Its continuously growing limbs were like endlessly extending plasticine, tightly wrapping the Sword of Hope inside.

Jiang Hanyu's face turned grim, and the sword could no longer be pulled out even half an inch. It immediately disintegrated into golden Sanskrit characters and returned to its owner in a dim color.

Everyone who saw this scene had their expressions changed.

You should know that the Sword of Hope was specially used by the God of War Otli to kill the Sword of Death. Although it was named Hope, it is actually a weapon used to destroy the hopes of the gods.

Such a sword couldn't even hurt Qianxiang at all.

"This thing has no normal sense of pain or perception."

Yi Tu trembled and walked slowly towards Jiang Hanyu.

The divine sense could not capture Qianxiang's consciousness. Every time he tried to probe a little, it was like a drop of water thrown into the sea, leaving no trace.

Too powerless.

This feeling of not being able to find any weakness in the enemy is undoubtedly the most deadly fear.

But after Jiang Hanyu's test just now, the extreme cold of the snowy area had no effect on Qian Xiang at all.

Qianxiang has no normal sense of pain. Even if it is cold or painful, it will not limit its movement unless it is frozen into a huge ice block on the spot.

Yitu's mood instantly sank to the bottom. This was simply the worst prediction he had ever made.

The lack of pain and perception means that almost all the cards he has become useless.

And Jiang Hanyu, the Spade King, was also feeling the strain for the first time. The two of them stood together, yet they looked so small and pitiful in front of Qian Xiang.

The cold snow in the snowy area condensed into a layer of frost on Yi Tu's eyelashes and dyed Jiang Hanyu's black hair white.

"How can mortals compare with gods?" Jiang Hanyu curled his lips into a sneer.

Yitu was stunned for a moment and turned to look at his spouse.

The moment the man finished speaking, ten Sanskrit characters instantly turned into shackles that tightly locked Jiang Hanyu inside.

It is both a heavy shackle and a crown of supreme glory.

The golden Sanskrit words entered his body, moved across his skin, and transformed into an ancient symbol between his eyebrows.

Jiang Hanyu raised his hands, and the huge and terrifying sword formation illusion behind him gradually turned from virtual to real.

The man's golden eyes showed no emotion at all, and his expression was as indifferent as that of a supreme god of war.

As he lowered his hands, thousands of sharp swords had already gathered behind him, and in the blink of an eye, they swept in like a storm.

The ice was in a mess. As soon as a snowflake fell, it was cut into pieces by the sword shadow.

Qian Xiang, who was in the storm of swords, could not make even the slightest sound.

Yi Tu's heart was slowly squeezed by an invisible hand. He watched countless faces flash across Qian Xiang's body, and were quickly strangled by the sharp sword.

The speed at which the thousand faces appeared was far faster than the speed at which the sharp sword was swung down.

Seeing that Qianxiang was about to fester and could no longer grow a new face, everyone's faces suddenly showed joy.

Its huge body was chopped into mud by sword after sword and hidden under the vast white snow.

When the Ten Thousand Swords Storm gradually subsided, only a normal human-sized mass remained of Qianxiang.

However, something unexpected happened.

The small ball gradually took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. It grew a spine and a head, and then formed limbs.

Finally, a perfect and strong male body reappeared in front of them.

And this time, Qian Xiang chose a face that he was very satisfied with.

The cold brows, the high nose bridge, and the tightly pursed thin lips were all what Yi Tu was most familiar with.

That was Kan Xingyuan's face, and also Jiang Hanyu's face at this moment.

Yitu's heart trembled, and then he realized a fact.

The Thousand-Aspect God is impossible to kill, as he is a god based on the faces of all living beings.

Even if Jiang Hanyu killed millions of its faces, Qianxiang would still be immortal.

Because the five of them are still alive, as long as someone is alive, Qianxiang will always remain invincible.

But now, Qian Xiangfu had taken Jiang Hanyu's face. What did this mean? Yi Tu suddenly formed an absurd answer in his mind.

Ji Lei and Xiao Yu both had expressions of surprise on their faces. Qian Xiang copied Kan Xingyuan's face?

What exactly is it going to do?

No one answered them. Only Yitu knew that Qianxiang copied not only Jiang Hanyu's face, but also all of Jiang Hanyu's abilities.

When the man with a gloomy expression drew his sword again, Qian Xiang, who had the same face as him, also drew out an identical sword.

The two figures were fighting fiercely on the snow, and it was difficult to tell who was who for a moment.

Yitu's face looked extremely ugly, and he took a step back slightly.

Jiang Hanyu couldn't possibly defeat Qian Xiang, because Qian Xiang at this moment was himself.

Even someone as powerful as him cannot completely defeat himself.

Especially, a Thousand Phases who knows all of his own thoughts.

Yitu's gaze fell on his spouse. Jiang Hanyu's figure was agile and swift, and he seemed to be unaffected by the extreme cold.

But he knew that this was only temporary.

Jiang Hanyu is a human being after all. No matter how strong his physical strength is, there will be a time when he will be overdrawn.

There was no way he could defeat Qian Xiang, a pseudo-god who was not subject to any physical limitations, because they were not on the same level at all.

This isn't fair! Yitu bit her lips, which were numb from the cold.

He wiped the frost off his face and turned to walk towards Xiao Yu and the others without any hesitation.

Fortunately, Xiao Yu was not affected by the extreme cold in the snowy area.

Ji Lei behind him was in a much worse situation. No matter how thick her fat was, it couldn't resist the invasion of the cold. She curled up into a ball and was about to become a second white silkworm pupa.

"There are seven minutes left, and the time in the Snow Region will be up."

Xiao Yu looked at Yi Tu, his tone showing some anxiety.

Although they were suffering from the wind and snow at this moment, they did not have to deal with the countless monsters in the sea of blood.

If the ice beneath their feet melts, it will be difficult for them to protect themselves, let alone deal with the Thousand-Aspect God.

"Seven minutes..." Yitu said softly, "That's enough."

"What?" Xiao Yu was stunned.

Yi Tu just glanced at him indifferently without any explanation, then walked towards the colorful cocoon next to Ji Lei.

After the divine consciousness was released, it quickly captured Huang Jiao's already sleeping consciousness.

The woman woke up from her sleep, with a look of confusion on her face.

The colorful wings easily cut through the cocoon. Huang Jiao looked at the man standing in front of her and immediately understood what had just happened. A hint of shock flashed in her eyes.

"you....."

Yitu glanced back at Jiang Hanyu, and without giving Huang Jiao a chance to ask, he quickly said:

"You have the ability to protect Su Ruoyun from freezing to death in her sleep, right?"

Huang Jiao was stunned for a moment, and nodded after a while.

The colored powder on her wings has a pain-relieving effect and can also reduce damage.

Ji Lei was so cold that she could hardly think straight, and her head was in sharp pain.

She heard someone calling her name and instinctively raised her head, but she couldn't even make a sound.

It was not until the colored powder on Huang Jiao's body slowly fell off and the extreme coldness dissipated a lot that she recovered.

"Damn it, Xiao Yu, your snowy area is really freezing people to death!"

Ji Lei couldn't help complaining that she was killed by her own people before she was killed by Qian Xiang.

Xiao Yu touched his nose awkwardly and said nothing.

Yitu walked straight up to her and stretched out his red, frozen hand to her.

Ji Lei was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion.

A white pill lay quietly in the palm of the man's hand. Su Ruoyun was not unfamiliar with it. It was a sleeping pill.

"Eat it, I want to enter your dream." Yi Tu said calmly.

Ji Lei was completely shocked, and it took her a while to react. She subconsciously looked at Huang Jiao.

When the two looked at each other, they saw fear in each other's eyes.

She finally understood why this person woke up. It was the Queen of Hearts who entered Huang Jiao's consciousness and forcibly woke her up.

Ji Lei's mood was extremely complicated. After thinking about it, she took the pill and put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

In such a harsh environment, it was almost impossible for Su Ruoyun to fall asleep.

No one expected that Yitu's words "it will be useful" would actually come true.

As Ji Lei deliberately made herself sleepy, the sleeping pills took effect and she fell asleep three minutes later.

Yitu released his divine consciousness and immediately entered her dream.

Since Jiang Hanyu cannot defeat his current self, what about the Spade King who has been given new meaning?

Yi Tu was using Ji Lei's ability to make dreams come true in an attempt to give Jiang Hanyu true power comparable to that of a god.

This is an unsolvable problem that Qianxiang cannot and will not be able to replicate.

Ji Lei's dream was pitch black, but under Yi Tu's conscious control, pictures gradually formed in her mind.

Outside the dream, Jiang Hanyu's movements became increasingly strenuous, and he was gradually unable to withstand Qian Xiang's continuous attacks.

The feeling of powerlessness when all your thoughts are guessed by the other person is both annoying and helpless.

Because Qianxiang is himself, he also knows that he cannot defeat himself.

However, Jiang Hanyu was still entangled with it. It was obvious that he was delaying time.

He was buying time for Yitu.

Perhaps he couldn't spare the time to guess the weaknesses and flaws of the Thousand-Aspect God, but his spouse certainly could.

He never thought that the person he liked was weaker than him. Yi Tu depended on him, and he also depended on Yi Tu.

Seeing Qian Xiang's sword almost piercing his chest several times, Jiang Hanyu barely dodged it and couldn't stop gasping for breath.

He stared intently at Qian Xiang, who looked exactly like him, and his desire to fight and become stronger grew stronger.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable heat in his chest, and a terrifying and powerful force rushed to his limbs.

In an instant, Jiang Hanyu's eyes burst into brilliant golden light, and he jumped into the air without much effort.

That kind of endless power gave Jiang Hanyu an illusion that he was the master of the world and could destroy the stars with just a wave of his hand.

However, in fact, this was not his illusion.

When he stared at Qianxiang below, he just raised his hand slightly, and the space instantly twisted and the ice melted quickly.

And the person with the same face as him exploded in the blink of an eye.

I couldn't bear his gaze.

A hint of surprise flashed through Jiang Hanyu's mind, but he turned around and tried to find his spouse. After seeing that scene, he suddenly understood.

Even though he was the master, Qian Xiang still did not die, but turned into a snow-white ball again, but his face disappeared from Qian Xiang's body.

"Xingyuan, its true form hasn't appeared yet!"

Hearing this familiar call, Jiang Hanyu subconsciously lowered his head to look at his spouse who was staggering towards him.

She immediately wanted to go down and hug him, but his gaze made Yitu fall to her knees.

"Don't look at me." Yitu was so irritated that tears started to flow down, mixed with the bright red blood from her nose.

In order to save trouble, he directly gave Jiang Hanyu divine power comparable to the sun in Su Ruoyun's dream.

This means that mortals cannot look directly at the dazzling light of the sun.

Jiang Hanyu's glance almost sent him away.

The man also realized it later and was still frightened and scared.

He immediately turned his gaze back to Qianxiang. Under the intense pressure, Qianxiang began to writhe in pain.

It no longer coheses into a mass, but instead madly differentiates outward in an attempt to hide from the public.

Seeing the snow-white tumor spitting out more and more clones, some of these people had faces and some did not.

Yitu didn't dare to delay his work, so he quickly got up and wiped away his tears, trying to identify which one was Qianxiang's true form.

However, more and more clones fled outside, but they had no idea of the Thousand-Aspect God's true appearance.

Yi Tu frowned as he watched those clones fleeing with Su Ruoyun's face, Pan Haolong's face... countless familiar faces.

"Which one is the Thousand-Aspect God!" Xiao Yu shouted anxiously.

The ice beneath their feet had begun to melt, and the distorted faces of the demons could gradually become visible.

Jiang Hanyu also had a gloomy expression. If possible, he could indeed kill the Thousand Aspects God's clone.

But as long as it is not Qianxiang's true form, killing as many as possible will be useless.

He watched as those clones jumped into the sea of blood that had melted the ice and escaped with their lives.

Everyone was extremely anxious, until the snow-white tumor spit out a clone with Zhong Qing's appearance, and Yi Tu was shocked all over.

He didn't have time to organize his words and shouted at the man in the air:

"Quick! Catch me!"

Jiang Hanyu was stunned and subconsciously wanted to turn around to look at his spouse, but he caught a glimpse of the clone below who had the exact same face as Zhong Qing.

He understood immediately, but the moment he raised his hand, the clone with Zhong Qing's face was grabbed by an invisible hand and squeezed to death.

The man with the same face as Yitu had a painful expression, but he managed to hold on for a long time with the terrifying strength.

It was not until a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Jiang Hanyu's eyes that it finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a miserable cry, and a white door immediately appeared under its body.

That's the door to the card room.

Yi Tu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and shouted to Xiao Yu and the others:

"Hurry up and leave!"

Xiao Yu and his companions showed ecstasy on their faces and rushed into the white gate without thinking.

The ice had completely melted, and with Jiang Hanyu's deliberate help, Yi Tu was easily sent to the door.

Only after he left safely did the man let go of the dying Qian Xiang and turned to disappear into the white gate.