The frost and snow are wafting in the evening.

The cold light shines on the iron clothes.

No...not iron clothes.

At this moment, what penetrated Mr. Zhuo's body and raised him high was a sharp and slender iron spear. The material of the "iron clothing" in the tomb was very special, and it was a special iron that Gu Shen could not understand.

But, it's still iron!

As long as it is still iron, the [Iron Throne] can change its "form"... iron clothes, iron boots, iron hats, or iron spears.

No matter what form it is...

As long as the "sturdy" characteristics of this iron suit remain unchanged, it can break the opponent's defense and create a wound, it will be enough.

Gu Shen, lying in the snow, slowly opened his eyes.

His face was a little pale.

In order to perfectly deliver "this spear", he also paid a considerable price. The blood at this moment was real. His ribs were pierced by a small sword, and the flesh-and-blooded lake was covered with flesh and blood. Chunzhi breathed very quickly to repair the injuries on his body.

But... a bloody mouth that penetrated was flowing continuously.

Soon the snow was soaked.

Because of the coldness, the pain of the wound had not erupted much. Gu Shen sat up on the ground and looked at the body that was raised high by himself.

There was hot blood on Gu Shen's face.

These bloods are not his.

But Mr. Zhuo’s...

"you……"

Mr. Zhuo's children's hole was a little distracted. At the moment when the iron spear penetrated his body, he figured out a lot of things, but there were also many things that he didn't figure out.

He struggled to say something.

But his chest was pierced and his heart was pierced.

Every word is said is a huge burden... Even though Mr. Zhuo is an extraordinary person in the third stage, condensed his own field and transcended the ordinary category in terms of "spirit" and "ability", he is still a flesh and blood body.

Gu Shen interrupted Mr. Zhuo's voice: "You can experience it yourself... After seeing it, you will understand everything."

Mr. Zhuo was a little confused.

A ray of fire was reflected in his child's hole.

The body that was picked out gradually became blurred.

The wind and snow from all directions... were thrown away bit by bit, broken, and turned into grass leaves.

Mr. Zhuo was suspended in the sky in the wilderness of the four seasons. A huge blood hole was broken in his chest, but the world was clean and flawless. The blood hole in his chest did not seep out at all, and it showed a huge circle of nothingness, enough for people to stretch their fists in and pull them out.

At the moment he looked up at the opposite side, he understood everything.

Why would the hypnotist say... she saw a huge throne comparable to the "Storm God".

The hypnotist did not lie.

Because... there is really such a throne.

The grass leaves on the wilderness flow with the wind, seemingly chaotic and irregular.

But in fact.

Billions of grass leaves, walking with the wind, gathering faintly, and worshiping in one direction with the wind.

A huge throne condenses on the spiritual wilderness, and when people see it, they will feel the thought of worshiping and kneeling down to surrender at first sight.

Mr. Zhuo is no exception.

He looked pale, tried to breathe, adjust his spirit, and tried to fight the world's suppression of himself...

"Now, do you understand?"

Gu Shen looked down and spoke softly.

Mr. Zhuo gritted his teeth and blue veins burst out on his forehead.

He couldn't hold on, so he finally fell to the ground and crawled like an ant.

This is a spiritual realm, a complete spiritual realm with the prototype of the world.

There is light, wind, grass, and a grand and complete rule in this world... Unlike all the spiritual worlds that Mr. Zhuo has seen, this is a "living" world!

This is not the world that can be condensed in the "third stage" at all!

And he was only a little short of being able to kill this young man... He knew very well that this young man's extraordinary strength was only the second stage, and he could only reach the sixth level if he had a full blown goal!

He doesn't understand!

Why does such a teenager... have such a terrifying spiritual world!

"Now, I'm going to take that 'slate'."

Gu Shen's voice was like God's will, "You'd better hand it over it yourself."

Mr. Zhuo's will is rapidly disintegrating.

From the moment he fell asleep, he had already lost.

His will simply cannot resist the rules of this world.

Gu Shen wanted to take away the memory of the "Ancient Stone Slab", and he could only serve it with both hands.

Mr. Zhuo, who was crawling, lowered his head, raised his hands and made a respectful position.

On the wilderness of the four seasons, the last spirit was condensed.

It was an ancient stone slab withered ancient texts of the Mohu Lake on it, and memories were still condensed... not yet completely formed.

Gu Shen suddenly frowned.

I saw Mr. Zhuo's "expression" suddenly changed.

From pain and struggle to confusion, finally ecstasy...

In just one second, his face flashed away several times.

After raising his head, "Mr. Zhuo"'s face was only cold.

...

...

A continuous storm arose among the three snow-capped mountains.

This is the biggest reliance of the Wanzhong Church for establishing a base in the tundra... They brought a special "seal" from Nanzhou, which has incredible magical power. On weekdays, they only need to sit still to block the surrounding terrain, prevent outsiders from entering, activate it when encountering enemy attacks, and lock the inside of the three snow-capped mountains into prisons to prevent the enemy from escaping.

That seal is actually the "trident" engraved on the silver foil!

It’s just that it is not the “authorized” on the objects worn by the church robes, but just a “substitute” with similar appearances.

The "trident" guarding the three snow-capped mountains is buried deep in the center of the formation pattern of the formation.

Heavy snow flies.

Threads of snow particles were splashed and exploded.

The halberd gradually revealed its true "device shape", as if it had a powerful will, gathering and manifesting here!

The trident rose up and flew towards the distance!

"Boom--"

The sound of the storm echoing among the three snow-capped mountains suddenly sounded loudly, several times stronger than before.

This place has completely become a "land that outsiders cannot access"!

...

...

The memory of the stone slab only condenses the ancient Chinese texts of Mohu and will no longer be concrete.

With the rise of "Mr. Zhuo"'s head.

The memories on the stone slab became a little by little again, and then Mr. Zhuo waved his sleeves suddenly, and these ancient texts and the stone slabs disappeared together.

In the spiritual world, Gu Shen watched this scene calmly.

He knew what was going on.

A big eprus flew from the snow in the distance and finally landed in front of Mr. Zhuo.

This is a "greeting" from the material world.

And feedback to the spiritual world... is a huge pressure.

Can do this.

There is no doubt...

It is the owner of the "Trident" on the badge of the Evening Bell Church.

Storm God.

...
To be continued...