The body of the White Bone God Ancestor shook, and a white flame rose, but when it touched the cold air, it was extinguished instantly.

He shivered in fear and his face pale in an instant.

Then, he also retreated frantically.

This cold air is the most yin and cold, and cannot be resisted by ordinary divine fire.

"Save...save me..."

Qi Zu's body had already frozen, covered with a layer of frost. He struggled hard and asked for help from the two of them.

But soon, he couldn't even make a sound, and the frost on his body became thicker and thicker, until he completely became an ice sculpture.

There was no sound in the world in an instant.

A dead silence.

All the ancestor gods stood blankly, looking at the ice sculpture standing in the void.

Just now, this was still a living ancestral god, but at this moment, it was completely frozen and silent.

Gulu!

The ancestor god swallowed his saliva with difficulty, then raised his eyes and looked at the black sacred mountain.

What kind of treasure is this?

How could there be such a terrifying power?

And he, who is the sacred place? How could there be such a powerful treasure?
Chapter completed!