239 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Sixteen
Even more terrifying changes followed. The icy snowflakes danced in the air, quickly condensing into huge walls of air, crystal clear yet incredibly hard.
At the same time, the gale howled even more fiercely, and began to have a slight impact on the surrounding area within three zhang, causing the air around to churn violently.
Countless powerful blades of icy energy pierced through the air, instantly cleaving space in their wake, as if they were about to destroy the entire world.
Within three zhang (approximately 10 meters), he is invincible; beyond three zhang, the outcome is uncertain.
However, that's not all. Under the influence of the violent force, the surrounding air began to become abnormally distorted and deformed.
Powerful energies converged from the air, forming dazzling yet frigid layers of ancient ice that froze everything around them, both sentient and insentient, for thousands of miles.
It's as if freezing is the only way to achieve eternal existence!
Such a rare and extraordinary sight is hard to believe unless you see it with your own eyes.
The violent and raging power continued to assault them fiercely. The two women felt extremely uncomfortable, and waves of fear quickly surged into their hearts, making them feel a sense of dread throughout their bodies.
With a gentle tap in the void, like a shooting star, he embraced the two beauties and instantly traversed a distance of several meters.
Her delicate body was lifted up by an invisible force and gently followed on either side of He Chen, their heads close together, their breaths mingling as if in a beautiful human verse.
Her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall, its black strands dancing in the wind as if performing a silent melody. The long, soft strands exuded a faint fragrance, instantly creating a refreshing and delightful sensation.
A subtle fragrance wafted in the air, as if they were meeting after dusk. He gazed quietly at the two women, his clear eyes filled with tenderness and deep affection.
He slowly reached out and gently stroked the two women's hair. The long, soft strands danced on his fingertips, seemingly telling a story of unspoken tenderness and longing.
With gentle movements and boundless tenderness, Wanqing's soft heart seemed to melt, and she nestled against him adoringly!
At this moment, Wan Qing felt completely drained. She gently shook her head, shifted to a more comfortable position, and embraced herself, whispering in a clear, melodious voice, "Demon King!"
A faint, sweet fragrance wafted past her ear, subtle and captivating, making it hard to find peace. Rou Rou turned and hugged him tightly, playfully squeezing him slightly, whispering softly, "Yes, Demon King! I wonder if we are destined for such an opportunity!"
Then, witnessing such a rare opportunity and the scene of the demon king's ascension, he felt he was making some preparations should such an opportunity come again in the future.
All that could be seen was a violent force, raging like a hurricane, terrifying beyond measure, as if a colossal, terrifying being lurked within. The plan had failed, and driven by instinct, the powerful force, unwilling to leave, made a desperate attempt, quickly breaking through.
Wei Ming was covered in blood, which flowed incessantly. The sound of bones shattering echoed through the air, sending chills down everyone's spines and causing them to involuntarily shrink back.
At this moment, Hawkeye's eyes were filled with profound pain. It was a pain that was etched into his very being, beyond description. Tears mingled with blood, sliding down his deep eyes and forming streaks of crimson tears.
Those tears were for endless grief and unwavering resolve; those bloodstains were for endless longing. In their eyes, the composure and determination of the past struggled against the unbearable pain of the present.
Feathers began to fall out, and its body trembled slightly, as if enduring unbearable pain. Everything around it became blurred. In this moment, only its own painful gasps and heartbeat remained in the world.
His consciousness began to fade. At this moment, he could no longer distinguish whether it was tears blurring his vision or blood staining the world. He only knew that his heart was filled with pain and despair, as if there would never be an end.
A sudden surge of immense power within me felt like it was about to burst my body. It was an indescribable pain, as if every heartbeat, every breath, was tearing my body apart.
He struggled to control that force, preventing it from bursting through his body. His muscles were taut, like a tightly drawn bowstring, threatening to snap at any moment.
His eyes were filled with unwavering determination and resolve. It was an unshakable belief, an indomitable courage. Even in the face of such a painful challenge, even when his body was on the verge of collapse, his eyes showed no sign of retreat or weakness.
My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the immense pain I was enduring. My lungs heaved rapidly, each breath draining my last remaining vital energy. Once it was gone, it would be a matter of life and death. Death had never been so close, so imminent.
There was still a hint of unspoken persistence in his eyes, something that only he himself could truly understand.
As an eagle, how enviable it would be to be able to soar freely over the world and roam among the vast ocean.
Whenever you have free time, fly towards the East China Sea at sunrise to feel the freshness and warmth of the morning light; at night, fly towards the Western Hills to feel the coolness and tranquility of the evening breeze. In just one day, you can see all the beautiful scenery in the world and appreciate its wonder and magnificence.
To be able to roam freely between heaven and earth like this would make life so fulfilling and meaningful. Imagine, every flight is a cleansing of the soul, every glance down is a moment of awe for life. Such a life would not feel tiring or boring, but rather filled with boundless longing and pursuit.
The ability to roam freely across the world in a single day, from the East Sea to the West Mountain, and to traverse the entire universe, is not only its nature but also its yearning and pursuit of freedom in life.
Perhaps this is what Wei Ming is thinking right now: If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening!
Perhaps there are other things too. At this moment, in my hazy consciousness, various thoughts surge into my mind. I don't know what I'm persisting for; perhaps I don't even know myself.
Suddenly, amidst the hazy silence, the owner's voice gently reached her ears, tender and steady, like a warm spring breeze that swept away the fear of death. The tone was gentle and sincere, full of concern and inquiry, "Do you need my help?"
The tone implied that the decision was mine, and that I should ask for help immediately.
A simple sentence, yet it was like a warm coat in the cold winter, filling my heart with warmth. I never expected to receive such care.
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