In the underground ice and snow space, Kong Ju, with his eyes closed and his consciousness having fallen into the ice soul world, began to form seals with his hands at an extremely fast speed.
The spiritual energy and power of frost and snow in his body began to surge through his limbs and bones as he formed the seal.
The rapidly surging spiritual energy was like the sound of a drum or a heavy hammer, shaking the entire space so much that it even trembled slightly.
The movements of seals between his ten fingers became faster and faster.
The sky froze and the earth closed, as if the solemn and murderous feeling of winter was coming, silently emanating from Kong Ji's body, spreading like ripples on the water, and sweeping out.
That artistic conception, without any substance, easily penetrated the stone wall and the thick mountain until it covered the entire main peak of the inner gate.
The subtle winter atmosphere was hard for ordinary people to detect. But Huangfu Ying and Dong Xian, at the moment when the murderous aura spread out, both turned their heads and looked towards the stone gate.
A smile appeared on the corners of their mouths at the same time.
"You win!" Even though Dongxian lost, there was no sign of displeasure on his face.
As soon as the words fell.
Huh! The inner gate main peak was shrouded in white mist just a moment ago, like a paradise on earth.
Suddenly a cold wind blew.
What followed was heavy snow falling from the sky like goose feathers.
In an instant, the weather turned cold.
However, strangely, except for the main peak of the inner gate, there was no heavy snow falling elsewhere.
Huangfu Ying's eyes sparkled as he looked at the snowflakes passing by him and said softly, "Snow Burial Record: Feng Tao's Great Snow Burial, he succeeded."
At this time Kong Ju entered a mysterious state.
Although he was underground.
But his consciousness was already immersed in the heavy snow covering the main peak of the inner sect.
Every snowflake is like his true self.
He could feel himself falling on the branches of an ancient tree, hitting the soil on the mountain, and falling into the school of fish in the pond.
Every snowflake is him.
Perceiving the world from the perspective of a snowflake is not only novel, but the spiritual power in his body is also growing at a gratifying rate in this state.
Suddenly, a snowflake carrying Kong Jue's consciousness moved with the strong wind and floated into the pavilion.
It fell towards the lively girl in the pavilion who was holding a small bus with her palms and admiring the snow scene.
"Haha!" The girl laughed softly like a silver bell, and reached out to take the snowflake that carried Kong Ju's consciousness into her white hands.
Kong Ju cared so much about that moment that he could even feel the warm body temperature on the girl's palm.
Just when Kong Jue was immersed in it.
His consciousness in the snowflakes suddenly shuddered.
In this state, Kong Ju can see scenes that are simply impossible to capture with the naked eye.
For example, at this moment, he saw a shadow standing in the void behind Huangfu Wuqin.
It was the figure of a woman, her existence seemed real and illusory, floating up and down in the illusory space.
In the void where she was, auspicious clouds rose up around her and accompanied her.
Golden lotus flowers bloomed in the clouds, and the lotus petals danced with the clouds.
Suddenly, the shadow of a fairy beast, Qilin, leaped out from the auspicious clouds and danced happily around the shadow of the woman.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous Buddhist sound spreading from the auspicious clouds, which made people feel that it should not be desecrated.
All these strange visions made the woman look like a deity looking down on all living beings.
Unfortunately, Kong Ju tried his best but still couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly.
The other side.
A skinny inner sect disciple with no hair on his head, a bald head so smooth that it could be used as a mirror.
Walk out of a cave in the main peak.
"I haven't been in seclusion for long." The bald disciple muttered, as if he didn't like the snow scene all over the sky. He impatiently slapped away a few snowflakes that were about to fly towards him.
It would have been better if he didn't move, the moment his palm touched the snowflake.
He only felt his palm getting cold, and the place where it touched the snowflake immediately burst into blood color, with a large gash opened.
The gushing blood had not yet hit the ground when it was frozen into blood ice by the cold power contained in the snowflakes and fell onto the ground which was already covered with snow.
"Who is attacking me!" The bald man suddenly became alert. Without time to treat the injury on his hand, he roared and used his spiritual power to try to shake away the white snow.
But the snowflakes did not go away. Instead, they fell even faster because of the bald man's attack.
Upon seeing this, the bald man gritted his teeth and formed a hand seal.
Buzz! A thick golden spiritual power barrier burst out from his body in an instant.
Trying to block the attack of those snowflakes.
Dangdangdang! The heavy snow turned into blades at this moment, launching a continuous and violent attack on the barrier protecting the bald man.
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At first, relying on his advanced skills, the bald man should have been able to resist for about a cup of tea.
But as time went by, the heavy snow showed no sign of stopping.
On the contrary, the Taoist magic that protected him was crumbling under the attack of snowflakes all over the sky.
"This is weird!" The bald man cursed with cold sweat on his forehead.
The reason why he cursed like that was because he saw from the corner of his eye that the surrounding grass and trees were not harmed at all by the falling snowflakes.
Only when I touched the snowflakes again, it felt like I was touching a sharp blade that could cut my bones.
With a grit of his teeth, the bald man took the initiative to remove the protective barrier, and then rushed towards the entrance of his cave not far away.
It’s okay if you don’t move, the snowflakes will just fall with the wind.
As soon as the bald man moved, the snowflakes in this area of the world immediately turned into maggots on his tarsal bones, following him closely like a shadow.
The faster he goes, the faster the snowflakes fly.
No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't escape the speed of the snowflakes.
As the bald man ran, more than ten bloody scratches appeared on his body.
He was about to return to the cave, but the snowflakes following him were gathering more and more.
It has formed a terrifying scale, like a tide of snowflakes, chasing relentlessly.
The bald man knew that if he didn't deal with these snowflakes, it would be useless even if he ran back to the cave.
He simply took a deep breath and gathered his spiritual power in his throat.
"Roar!" As he opened his mouth, sound waves like a lion's roar burst out from his mouth.
The sound waves were like ripples, shattering most of the snowflakes.
Another small half was successfully blocked by him using a Taoist barrier after the bald man escaped into the cave.
After doing all this, the bald man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With a lingering fear, he looked outside at the heavy snow that had covered the entire main peak with a layer of silver.
If he continued to stand in the heavy snow, even he would not be able to hold on for long.
Fortunately, the snowflakes don't seem to attack the surrounding environment.
Otherwise, there is nowhere to hide.
Every move of the bald inner disciple was watched by Huangfu Ying and Dong Xian on the top of the mountain.
Huangfu Ying couldn't help but sigh: "This Fengtao Great Burial Snow was performed unconsciously by Kong Ju. It doesn't have much killing intent. It will only attack those who show hostility."
"If this happened in a battle, apart from the top 20 talented people on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, I'm afraid few people would be able to survive this snowy burial."
Dongxian also echoed, "There are two volumes in the Record of Snow Burial, one about burying snow and one about smelling snow. The chapter of snow burial alone is so powerful. It is hard to imagine what a beautiful scene it was when the Snow Drinking Ancestor used all his strength to cover the hundred-mile funeral in silver."
(End of this chapter)