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Green blood plasma with the same texture as water kept flowing out of Chu Tian's mouth.

The blue plasma fell onto the deck and immediately froze into broken ice, making clanging sounds all over the ground.

Starting from the fingertips and toes, the cold gradually spread to the whole body, and Chu Tian was losing control of his body bit by bit. The mana in his body was also frozen, and it felt like a boundless sea that was freezing rapidly in the Ice Age.

The water was calm and the white ice surface was completely frozen.

Then came the Sky Soul. The nine-foot-tall Sky Soul had no power to resist this strange poison. A trace of ice quickly spread across the Sky Soul, like a large white net that enveloped the entire Sky Soul.

Chu Tian's body softened and he sat heavily on the deck. He leaned against the railing and looked at Zi Wanzhong helplessly.

"The Heavenly Soul can't move either? It can only retain the most basic spiritual intelligence, right?" Zi Wanzhong looked at Chu Tian with a smile and said slowly: "The Zixiao Bu Tian Sui that I gave you a few days ago was mixed with the primer of the Extreme Yin Cold Soul."

"That medicine is a great tonic for your soul. After taking it, give you enough time for it to be completely absorbed and integrated. Your soul will become even purer and more pure."

"The only thing is that before you completely absorb and integrate it, if you encounter the extremely cold spirit, your soul will also be frozen." Zi Wanzhong looked at Chu Tian with a smile and said gently: "Your attainments in alchemy are also good. After all, you have inherited the alchemy of Qiqiao Tiangong, which is a great inheritance. [△网.]"

"However, compared to my Purple Clan, you are still too young. You also have too little experience. We, the Purple Clan, have fought in the outer battlefield for so many years. We have suffered losses and been fooled. Haha, I just used a few tricks on you, and you are like this."

Zi Wanzhong grinned and rubbed his back hard with his backhand.

"Tsk... it hurts so much! I was the one responsible for sniping Dao Wufa, but he actually sneaked back to Tianlu from the outer battlefield, and caused us quite a bit of trouble! Tsk... the ancestor personally ordered me to be severely whipped with a whip."

“You’re lucky to not be beaten to death!” Zi Wanzhong looked at Chu Tian with a smile. He squatted down, put his hands on Chu Tian’s shoulders, and said with a smile: “That’s why the ancestor asked me to deal with you personally this time. You are so cunning and treacherous. If I let you get away, I’m afraid the ancestor will whip me to death with his own hands!”

Chu Tian's whole body was icy cold, and a tiny green ice slag oozed out of every pore of his body. At first glance, Chu Tian's body seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of green black ice. He opened his mouth with difficulty and exhaled, and a cloud of thick cold air blew out, freezing the air into ice slag that dripped down.

The soul was completely frozen, just as Zi Wanzhong said, only the most basic spiritual intelligence was preserved, allowing Chu Tian to barely speak and think, that's all. [△网.] Apart from that, he couldn't move a finger, and couldn't mobilize any magic power, just like a zombie that had been frozen for countless years.

Looking at Zi Wanzhong who was talking to himself, Chu Tian murmured, "After all, I still overlooked the nature of your Tian Clan... No, the Zi Clan!"

Zi Wanzhong was stunned. He looked at Chu Tian curiously: "Oh? What do you think is the nature of our Zi Clan?"

Chu Tian smiled bitterly at Zi Wanzhong: "Do you need me to tell you? Luo'er may be the only exception among you. It is because of this exception that I let down my guard against you. In fact, I should have been alert earlier."

Chu Tian suddenly remembered what Qingyang had said to him a few days ago in the back garden of the main hall where Qingyang lived.

Chu Tian once thought that Qingyang was warning him with those words!

But thinking about it today, Qingyang’s words might have been a warning to him!

It wasn't a malicious warning, but a kind reminder telling him that danger was approaching!

Qingyang kept emphasizing to Chutian that it was because of Luo'er that Chutian was valued and respected by Zifa; Qingyang was actually reminding Chutian that all Chutian's safety depended on Luo'er!

This kind of reliance is so fragile. When Luo'er is unable to provide shelter for Chu Tian, ​​things are just like what is happening now.

Exhaling a breath of cold air, Chu Tian tried to open his eyes wide and looked at Zi Wanzhong: "Can you tell me what you want? Is there anything on me that is worth your coveting? Or is there another reason?"

Zi Wanzhong smiled at Chu Tian, ​​and a small, transparent dagger about a foot long quietly emerged from his palm, and the extremely sharp blade gently pressed against Chu Tian's neck. Chu Tian could clearly feel the sharpness of this strange dagger, and he had no doubt that as long as Zi Wanzhong exerted a little force with his palm, his head would be cut off.

Light footsteps were heard, and several purple clan elders in long robes approached quietly.

They stood behind Zi Wanzhong, looking up and down at Chu Tian solemnly. After a while, an elder of the Purple Clan took out a three-inch square round mirror, and emitted a ball of bright light that illuminated Chu Tian's whole body.

Chu Tian's body turned transparent.

The Furnace of Heaven and Earth, the Infinite Divine Pearls, the Sun Creation Bell, the Moon's All-Transformation Wheel, the Purple Sky Golden Sun Furnace and other treasures emitted divine light inside Chu Tian's transparent body and appeared clearly in front of everyone.

Even Chu Tian's heavenly soul in the divine realm appeared before the people. The soul, which was surrounded by golden sun flames and gray-white Taiyin energy, was frozen by the bluish-white cold air and was suspended lifelessly in the pitch-black void.

Only the white glazed lamp transformed from the Great Dream Divine Scripture disappeared. Not only that, all the strange phenomena in Chu Tian's divine realm also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the heavenly soul floating there alone.

"What a great fortune!" The elder of the Purple Clan holding the round mirror sneered sarcastically, "The four supreme heavenly instruments that were severely damaged in the ancient war, which we all thought were completely destroyed, have all fallen into his hands, and have been repaired to a great extent, regaining a lot of power."

"The luck is overwhelming, but this luck should actually belong to my Purple Clan." Another Purple Clan elder sighed heavily: "This luck comes from Luo'er, so this kid can't stay with Luo'er. This luck should be bestowed on the young talents of my Purple Clan."

Zi Wanzhong shook his head, took out a thick case file from his sleeve and slapped it heavily on Chu Tian’s chest.

“Here is the record of all your deeds from your birth until today.” Zi Wanzhong smiled and looked at Chu Tian: “It’s amazing. In less than a hundred years, you have condensed seventy-two Heavenly Dao Treasure Wheels. This is tremendous luck. The three ancestors of my Zi Clan didn’t have such good fortune as you back then!”

Pages of case files turned automatically without wind, and countless tiny handwriting flashed by.

Chu Tian smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, from the time he was born until the fall of the Chu family, he was taken away by Master Shu and adopted by the fierce bandits of Zhen Sanzhou. He was sent to the training camp of Dayu Temple when he was a child, and later lurked in the fish restaurant outside the city of Qizhou...

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