Chapter 338 (1/2)
Tianshan, kurkuo valley.
This lifeless Valley is full of yellow sand. The cold air is raging in the valley, and the root of all the cold is the blue mist in the valley.
The white dress woman is still sitting on the cold yellow sand with her knees crossed. Frost doesn't seem to affect her half a minute. Her eyes are as cold as the moon. They never leave the blue mist.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. There is only the sound of the wind blowing down the broken rocks in the mountains. Until Yu Bing enters for half a quarter of an hour, the valley begins to change.
Originally wandering in the valley of the cold air restless, gathered together to form a dark blue firefly, just a few breathing time, the air firefly multiplied, formed a dense blue, and even lit up the valley.
After these fireflies gathered together, they slowly swam towards the middle of the valley, and the target was the dark blue fog.
White shirt woman ”Yi” a, gently picked up a firefly on the palm.
”Good spiritual Yin Qi.”
That group of fireflies seems to be able to feel the woman's strong, stop restlessness, quietly floating in the palm of the woman.
”Why hasn't this man come out? Is he dead?”
Looking up at the location of the moon, the woman estimated that Yu Bing had entered a quarter of an hour.
In a quarter of an hour, even the master in the early stage of life and death will be eroded by the strong cold and Yin in the valley, not to mention that he has only the strength in the early stage of madness.
Taking out the sword from the stone, the woman in white shirt wants to check it.
At this time, the fog gave out a roar, and the dark blue light was much lighter.
In the thick fog, Yu Bing drank the last bottle of liquid medicine, looked at the frozen broken bottles on the ground, and gave a tragic smile.
”It's not a loss to pull a beautiful woman on the back when she's dying. Anyway, it's not cheap for the dogs of the four families.”
At the moment, the Yin Qi in the soldier's body has been running for 37 weeks. The Yin Qi in his body is like a magnet, constantly sucking the cold Qi around him.
If you think of Yu Bing as a diesel generator, the spiritual power released by drinking the potion is equivalent to that of diesel, and Yin Qi is electricity. As long as the diesel generator can support it, the electricity it can generate is extremely shocking.
It's obvious that Yu Bing's body has reached its limit. After the 38th Sunday, Yu Bing has absorbed almost one third of the Yin and cold air in the valley. His strength has soared all the way from the early stage of madness to the middle stage of life and death, and there is a faint upward trend.
After another half a week, Yu Bing suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood. Maybe the cold air has entered the blood. Yu Bing's blood is not pure bright red, but a kind of strange blue fluorescence.
The air of yin and cold had no effect on Yu Bing. The blood still flowed down the corner of his mouth and did not freeze when it fell to the ground.
”Is this the strength of life and death?”
Yu Bing stood up and wiped the corners of his mouth, revealing a touch of arrogance.
Even if his whole meridians have been eroded, even if he can't survive the later Yin Qi attack, even if his whole cultivation has no possibility of recovery.
So what?
Yin cold Qi not only improves the strength of the soldiers, but also affects their mind.
He is now like a raging wind in the valley, trying to destroy everything.
The dark blue fog felt the change of Yu Bing, and the fog gradually dissipated to make way for the young man who had been assimilated by himself.
Yu Bing's eyes have become indifferent, one hand behind his back, right hand grasp, a faint cold close to his arm, condensed into a cold long sword.
Beyond the fog, the white woman was surprised to see that Yu Bing came out undamaged.
Walking slowly, Yu Bing stood ten steps away in front of the woman and faintly looked at the sword in the woman's hand. It was probably the reason why Yu Bing looked at it. The green front in the woman's hand gave out a buzz.