The bottom of the Beishan Lake.

The coffin is placed horizontally in it.

Fang Xiu fell into the bottom of the lake, his brows frowned slightly.

You should know that the bottom of Beishan Lake is the place with the most coldness in the entire Beishan Lake.

But now.

The chill faded a lot, at least half weakened by at least half the extent when he first came to Beishan Lake.

And in this chill, there was a vague sense of violent aura.

There is a hot fire in the breath.

"It seems that the drought is indeed not far from the Boxun."

Fang Xiu thought to himself.

The drought is a fire genus, and the Xuanbing coffin exists to suppress such a vicious object.

The source of the coldness of Beishan Lake also comes from the Xuanbing coffin.

But now that the chill has weakened to this point, it means that the power of the Xuanbing Coffin is rapidly declining.

On the contrary, the weakening of the Xuanbing coffin means that the resistance of the Hanba will become stronger and stronger.

Even if he did not get completely close to the Xuanbing Coffin, Fang Xiu could clearly feel the violent aura contained in the drought.

That kind of aura is definitely not comparable to that of an idiot.

When he arrived in front of Xuanbing's coffin, the familiar blue shirt came into Fang Xiu's eyes.

A pair of red eyes met his sight.

At the beginning, it was these eyes that scared Fang Xiu away.

But now when he met Hanba's eyes again, although Fang Xiu was solemn, he had no intention of retreating.

Looking at the Xuanbing coffin in front of you and the drought-bar inside the coffin.

Fang Xiu's face was calm and he looked at the other person silently.

Neither side retreated, and even their eyes did not fluctuate at all.

After a while.

Fang Xiu stroked his palm on the Xuanbing coffin, and a bone-broken coldness rose from it, and a thin layer of frost spread upwards from his palm.

Bang!

The arms shook lightly, and the condensed frost shattered inch by inch.

When he looked at Xuanbing's coffin again, Fang Xiu's face was also slightly solemn.

Things that can suppress the drought is definitely a rare treasure.

But with just a little contact, he almost freezes his body, and the power of the Xuanbing Coffin is still above his estimate.

With his palm in the Xuanbing coffin, Fang Xiu also had a new understanding of the Hanba.

The violent aura hidden in the coffin exploded out instantly as his palm touched it.

"The Extreme Dao...or surpass the Extreme Dao!"

Fang Xiu was secretly shocked, and then an irresistible surprise surged in his heart.

As an ancient evil creature, Drought has great reputation.

According to his estimate, Drought is likely to be comparable to the true immortal of the Extreme Dao, and it is likely to be the true immortal of the Extreme Dao who is not weaker than the second one.

But when he was approaching the power of drought, Fang Xiu found that he had underestimated the power of drought.

It was sealed for at least a thousand years through a Xuan Ice coffin.

The aura erupted from the drought is still not weaker than that of the true immortal of the Extreme Dao.

This means that the drought in its heyday was definitely not just as simple as the Extreme True Immortal, but also has a great possibility that it is a powerful man who surpassed the True Immortal.

Also, it is—

Immortal!

Originally, Fang Xiu's idea of ​​coming to Nanshan Prefecture while leaving the Zhengtian Sect was indeed planning to use the power of the drought.

But now, he had a different idea in his mind.

Black gas lingered out in his arms, wrapping around the Xuanbing coffin bit by bit.

The dark vortex in his body seemed to break free from the constraints of his body, and the black gas on Fang Xiu's body overflowed, as if it turned into a terrifying vortex, swallowing everything, including the light.

Soon, the Xuanbing coffin was covered.

boom!

As if he noticed the danger, the Xuanbing coffin contained a terrifying coldness, which erupted in an instant.

That was the chill far beyond the bottom of Beishan Lake.

Even the space condensed a thick layer of white frost in an instant.

Not only that, the black mist covering the black ice coffin seemed to slowly condense.

Under the impact of this terrifying coldness, Fang Xiu's face also changed. His body and blood were subjected to a powerful impact at this moment, as if it would turn into an ice sculpture in the next moment.

"What a great chill, this is the treasure to suppress the drought... If it was in its heyday, it might be a bit tricky, but with the present, it cannot cause any storm!"

Fang Xiu's eyes were slightly cold, and the boiling blood burst out, as thick as mercury slurry.

The cold that invaded the body was instantly dispersed in front of the mercury-like qi and blood.

Swish-

The dark vortex rotated rapidly, and the vast devouring power pulled all the chills in.

The power of the Xuanbing Coffin burst out is hard to break free in the face of this dark vortex.

As the dark vortex continued to swallow, Fang Xiu could clearly feel that his own power was increasing step by step.

This speed of improvement is a speed he has never encountered before.

Even if he had swallowed two immortal star generals who were comparable to the true immortals before, his increased cultivation power would not have swallowed the Xuanbing coffin quickly.

In the Beishan Lake, the chill that permeates declining at a terrifying speed.

Fu Hanxue, who was outside Beishan Lake, also noticed this strange thing immediately.

She has been in Beishan Lake for so many years and knows every move here. In addition to the powerful divine consciousness of the True Immortal, how can the strangeness of Beishan Lake be hidden?

"The cold is declining... Has the drought broken?" Fu Hanxue looked puzzled and stared at Beishan Lake with her eyes tightly.

As my eyes penetrated, I could only see endless black fog emerging, occupying the entire bottom of Beishan Lake.

As soon as her eyes touched the black fog, she felt the illusion that she was about to be swallowed up.

Suddenly—

Fu Hanxue took back his eyes and was shocked in his heart: "What is that black fog? Could it be the method of the leader?"

After all, there has been no problem with Beishan Lake in so many years. Fang Xiu just entered it before such an unusual thing happened. It is difficult not to associate the two.

According to the correct approach, she should now go to the bottom of Beishan Lake to see the situation.

But thinking about what Fang Xiu said before entering the bottom of the lake, Fu Hanxue had to suppress her inner movements and wait in place.

Fu Hanxue didn't know much about Fang Xiu.

Especially after the other party was in seclusion for so many years, she couldn't see clearly how much she had achieved when she came out of seclusion.

But one thing is certain.

Fang Xiu's strength before retreating was not weaker than that of the head of Wudang. This time he came out of seclusion, he would definitely make progress.

Just looking at the black fog that could swallow her eyes, Fu Hanxue could know the terribleness.

at this time……

The Xuanbing coffin was swallowed and dissolved by the black fog bit by bit. While the coldness subsided, a violent and manic aura was awakening step by step.

Fang Xiu's face was calm, and he was still controlling the black fog, constantly devouring the Xuanbing coffin.
Chapter completed!