It was noon, when the weather was hot, there was no warmth in the woods on one side of the mountain in the south of the city. The cold atmosphere gradually eroded the vitality of the woods. The trees that were originally lush and lush, now became bare, and took off the emerald green, like a bald old man, struggling dyingly.

In the bare woods, three figures were struggling to chase the figures that were about to disappear in front of them. These three were the patriarchs of the Hong family and the two elders. At this time, when the two elders heard Hong Zheng's words, they all looked indifferent. They didn't know what they were selling in this gourd, but they had to go with Hong Zheng.

The direction they went was the back of the mountain. Although it was a heavy place for dragon heads, it was too cold. They didn't know that one of them had already arrived there and was in a desperate situation.

In the morning, Hong Meng went to the open ground on the back of the mountain to worship his father Hong Yun. There, he was accidentally corroded by the cold air underground, and as a result, he was frozen into ice, and he was like an ice sculpture, kneeling on the ground and unable to move. When he discovered his condition, he could no longer control his body and had to let the cold gas erode every muscle of his body.

"The way of heaven is unfair!" Although Hong Meng could not speak or move, fortunately he still retained a trace of obsession. He urgently hoped that he could practice, be successful, and never be bullied again. With this thought, he survived two hours in the cold air, gritted his teeth, and then it was noon.

Hong Meng knew that if the cold air was allowed to erode, he would sooner or later lose consciousness and even lose his life. Looking at the cold air rolling on the ground, he suddenly felt that the cold air was blurred. Was he dazzled? He opened his eyes wide, staring at the trace of cold air, observing the route of the cold air.

I saw that the cold air passed through Hong Meng's skin, entered his muscles, and then penetrated into the meridians. At this moment, Hong Meng could no longer feel the power of the true energy in the meridians, only the endless cold that spread into his consciousness. Hong Meng noticed that his ** was like a piece of ice, strong and even more like a whole feeling.

"Is this annoying cold air inadvertently tempering his body?" Hong Meng couldn't believe his thoughts, but the power-containing ** was obviously different from the past. He seemed to be eager to discuss with others to eliminate the excitement and confidence he had just gained. But he could not control his body, otherwise he had already crashed into the tree to test the strength of his body.

At the moment, Hong Meng was thinking about how to get out of the predicament, but when he accidentally caught a glimpse of his dantian, he was shocked. His dantian, the chaotic aura that was originally the size of a bean, turned into the size of a fist. And there was a large area of ​​yin cold aura around the chaotic aura, which was the gas emitted from the ground.

"What's going on?" Seeing this scene in the dantian, Hong Meng was very frightened. He didn't expect that the chaotic energy in his dantian would grow stronger by itself! If it was no longer controlled by Hong Meng that day, wouldn't it be wiped out? Thinking of this, although Hong Meng was extremely cold, there were still a few cold sweats on his forehead, and then under the cover of the cold air, it quickly turned into a small ice bead.

But after careful observation, Hong Meng found that the chaotic energy did not grow up by himself, but because of his dantian. Whenever the yin-cold energy enters the body, flows into the meridians, and then stays in the dantian, his dantian will intercept a trace of yin-cold energy, and then slowly convert that yin-cold energy into a chaotic energy. In this way, after two hours of accumulation, the chaotic energy grows to the size of a fist, and the dantian is still constantly intercepting the yin-cold energy and converting them.

This terrifying scene made Hong Meng not know what to do. After hesitation, Hong Meng made a bold decision. He decided to rely on spiritual power to approach the cold yin energy in his body and then convert it into the chaotic energy. In this way, although he may not be able to control the chaotic energy, at least he can escape from the current predicament of being frozen.

After calming down, he acted according to the plan. First, he warmed the meridians and restored circulation. He decided to start from the Heart Meridian, so he concentrated his strength and strengthened his spiritual power, and gradually promoted the stagnant true qi in the meridians in the heart and mouth. A thread of it was not a simple matter, he could only promote the circulation of the true qi little by little.

After a while, he felt a little loose in his dantian, and then it seemed like ice was broken. In the entire dantian, the true energy began to flow slowly, getting rid of the frozen state. Then, he flowed the cold yin energy in the meridians into the dantian in a large amount, and no longer had any concerns. The cold yin energy in the dantian surrounded the chaotic qi and seemed extremely pale. Then, starting from the middle, the chaotic qi grew stronger bit by bit.

In the second step, Hong Meng endured the cold energy of yin, cut through the pain left by each flesh and blood tissue, approached them into the meridians, and then turned them into the dantian from the meridians. The cold energy of yin was extremely cruel. They kept eroding Hong Meng's body in the muscle tissue. As for the scars, it was very natural. With Hong Meng's brute force, he pulled the cold energy away from the thrombus, and in this process, it was inevitable that he would cause harm to his body.

The third step is the last step. Hong Meng relaxes his body and does not resist the invasion of cold air at all, and introduces them into his body. In this way, along this reverse process, Hong Meng gradually reduces the pressure of cold air, and he even feels that the cold air around him is slowly decreasing. He feels happy in his heart, and he has stepped up the speed of refining cold air.

Just as Hong Meng's pressure was reduced, the Qing family, Luo family, Hong family and others who suddenly came to their senses appeared next to Hong Meng one by one, and then looked at Hong Meng's ice sculptures with cold eyes.

"Whose baby is this? Don't you want to survive?" Qing Zhao, the chief of the Qing family, did not expect that someone would come here first. He suddenly felt angry and said as if he was questioning.

"Hmm? That seems to be that boy Hong Meng." The patriarch Hong Zheng saw Hong Yun's grave from afar, and Hong Meng kneeling in front of the grave, but he couldn't imagine why Hong Meng would appear here.

"You Hong family members? Don't you want to live?" Qingzhao roared angrily when he heard this. The little Hong family must have known the secret of the treasure, but they dared to tease themselves, and they really didn't know how to live or die.

"No-No," Hong Zheng quickly denied it when he heard it, and glanced at the offerings in front of the tombstone, then looked at Qingzhao and said, "Today is his father's first seventh ri. He came to worship alone, we don't know."

"So, this person is not important to you? Otherwise, why don't even care about the patriarch?" Qingzhao's father Qing Gongyin Sen said, with a colder light flashing in his eyes, staring at Hong Zheng and asking.

"This—this——" Hong Zheng could not answer the question at all when facing Qing Gong's question. If the person in the tomb is not important, he is his brother after all. If the person in the tomb is important, he has no right in the clan before his lifetime.

"It's not important." The elder looked at the stuttering patriarch, his heart was full of anxiety, and he couldn't help but answer for the patriarch.

"This is my Hong family's cemetery." After hesitating for a long time, Hong Zheng said such a very moderate sentence, then glanced at the elder and stopped talking.

"Haha, if we had food, we would never be as good as our Hong family." Qingzhao's old voice echoed in the Hong family's ears, but his face turned red and he didn't dare to say anything.

"Drink!" He heard a light shout from the Celebration Gong, then raised his right arm, and the majestic true energy continued to gather on the hand, and then slapped at the location of the tombstone. He had already felt that the cold air around him was slowly decreasing. If he didn't take action, there might be other changes. So he took action regardless of Hong Meng who was kneeling in front of the tombstone.

"boom"

A huge force shattered the stone tablet and scattered all over the ground. At this time, dozens of figures ran from a distance, and then stood not far away to watch the people.

A loud bang woke Hong Meng who seemed to be asleep. But before he could react, his body was blown away by the violent energy and landed ten feet away.

A trace of cold blood squeezed out from the gaps of teeth and dripped onto the land still in the cold.

A familiar figure appeared in front of Hong Meng's eyes. The man was the patriarch. At this moment, Hong Zheng hugged Hong Meng, who was pale and vomiting blood in his mouth, and his despairing voice couldn't help but tremble: "Are you okay?"

At this time, the sound of ding-and-dang swords and swords collided. Hong Zheng looked at him and saw that Qingzhao and Luo Bin had already started fighting, while the other two were confronting each other.

He glanced at the jade piece in the tombstone pit and said coldly: "I discovered this jade piece first, so you better not interfere!"

"Hmph, isn't your name written on it?" Luo Ke said in a mocking tone.

"Look at the trick!" Qingzhao didn't talk nonsense, and slapped it out with a palm, directly drawing Luo Ke's chest.

Luo Ke's face shook, then danced the green crutches and started a battle with Qinggong. The sound of whimpering and waving the crutches spread on the ground, and green lights and shadows continued to appear beside Qinggong.

Feeling Luo Ke's agile and strong energy, Qing Gong's eyes were slightly cold, and then shouted: "The earth cracked three feet!"

"boom"

Huge ditch marks spread on the ground, which contained extremely huge energy, constantly destroying the soil on the ground, and then rushed out of the ground and splashed into the distance.

A shock flashed in Luo Ke's eyes. Unexpectedly, the old guy even took out his family's assets. "Three feet of earth crack" was the intermediate level of strength, which was once the biggest secret of the Qing family. Looking at the huge wave of earth attack, Luo Ke had no choice but to shout coldly, and suddenly used the "rooted into the earth" technique.

As Luo Ke continued to activate his true energy, several green lines shining with green rays spread out from under Luo Ke's feet, just hitting several earth waves emitted by the celebration.
Chapter completed!