On the bank of the Yellow River, there was a dead silence. As far as the eye could see, the ice was endless, like a huge and cold mirror, freezing everything in the world in the eternal winter. Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The biting cold wind whistled past, making a sharp whistling sound, as if countless evil spirits were wailing. Lin Feng was trapped in the center of the terrifying frozen domain of the Kunlun elder. The biting coldness penetrated through every hole, like a handful of sharp ice needles, madly penetrating into his bone marrow through his pores, making his body tremble uncontrollably. Every breath was like swallowing fine ice chips, and his throat was cut painfully. The bone flute in his hand had long been wrapped in thick layers of frost, and only occasionally made a few intermittent, low sobs, as if wailing for the impending catastrophe, and the sound was full of endless despair and sorrow.
Looking far away, one can see twelve dragon-suppressing nails like ferocious beast fangs, deeply inserted into the body of the dragon soul. The golden nails flash with strange rune lights, and these runes are like living things, constantly twisting and flashing, releasing a powerful and evil force, nailing the dragon to the riverbed. Although the dragon soul is already weak, it is still struggling tenaciously. Every time it shakes vigorously, the water of the Yellow River can raise a hundred-foot-high ice wave. The ice waves collide with each other, making a deafening roar, as if venting its anger at this unfair fate.
"Blind man, do you want to save the dragon soul?" The cold and piercing voice of the Kunlun elder came suddenly from the thick clouds like an ice cone without any warning. Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw him standing on the gorgeous ice crystal throne, leisurely floating in the air. The throne exuded a cold blue light, and there were wisps of cold air around it. Behind him, there were dozens of Kunlun Ruins monks, who were wearing the same black robes, which fluttered in the wind, like a group of black ghosts. Everyone held a magic weapon with a cold light in their hands, which was engraved with mysterious runes. The runes exuded a gloomy atmosphere, as if waiting for a bloody slaughter. "Then give me your life and Lin Wanqiu's residual soul!" The words of the Kunlun elder were full of tyranny and greed. As soon as the voice fell, the ice layer under his feet seemed to be torn by an invisible big hand, and instantly cracked into dense spider web-like cracks. Immediately afterwards, countless ice blades broke out from the cracks. Like a group of well-trained killers, they shot towards Lin Feng with sharp whistling sounds. Wherever they passed, the air was cut into visible cracks.
At this critical moment, when life and death were at stake, the fragment of the Wuxiang Mirror, which had been quietly in Lin Feng's arms, suddenly burst into extremely dazzling light, like a scorching sun, instantly illuminating this dark and cold world. The shadow of the residual soul of the mirror spirit slowly emerged in the light, and her face was more transparent than ever before, like a wisp of light smoke that could be blown away by the breeze at any time. "Lin Feng, do you still remember the first time we met?" The voice of the mirror spirit was soft but with a hint of sob that was difficult to conceal, as if the sadness of the upcoming farewell was spreading in it, "At that time, you risked your life to save me, and almost died under the claws of that ferocious monster." As she spoke, she slowly stretched out her fingertips, and the fingertips seemed to be reluctant to touch Lin Feng's cheek gently. In an instant, a warm force flowed into Lin Feng's body along her fingertips. This force was like the warm sun in spring, giving him a moment of warmth and comfort. "This time. I don't owe you anything." Jing Ling's voice gradually became weaker, with a hint of relief and a hint of attachment.
Lin Feng felt a sudden sharp pain in front of his eyes, which was like thousands of steel needles piercing his eyes at the same time, making him close his eyes tightly. However, immediately afterwards, a wonderful feeling came to his heart. His eyes, which had been blind for a long time and had long been dim, miraculously regained their light. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock and disbelief. What came into view was the gradually blurred figure of the mirror spirit. She was rapidly dissipating, turning into countless points of starlight, like the bright meteors in the night sky, rushing towards the bone flute, and finally merging into it. At the same time, the fragment of the Qingming mirror that had been treasured in Lin Feng's arms, as if summoned by some powerful force, flew out of his arms uncontrollably and rushed towards the bone flute. The two artifacts collided in the air with a deafening roar, and the sound resounded through the sky. In the dazzling light that almost made it impossible to open one's eyes, a sharp blade wrapped with a lifelike dragon shadow slowly took shape - the Ni Lin Blade. The blade was emitting a golden and blue light, which blended and reflected each other, giving off a mysterious and powerful aura. The scales on the blade looked like living creatures, and each scale was clearly visible, as if it would move flexibly in the next second, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.
"Break it!" Lin Feng's long-suppressed anger and unwillingness suddenly erupted. He used all his strength and roared, his voice full of determination and fearlessness. Then, he raised the Ni Lin Blade high and slashed at the extremely hard ice layer under his feet. Wherever the Ni Lin Blade passed, the space seemed to be distorted and deformed by an invisible and powerful force. The originally flat space seemed to be rubbed by a giant hand and became fragmented. Under the powerful power of the Ni Lin Blade, the ice layer made a dull groan that was overwhelmed. The sound was low and suppressed, as if telling its own pain and helplessness. Then, the ice layer shattered inch by inch in the knife light, and countless ice cubes fell like snowflakes. The scene was spectacular and shocking. Seeing this scene, the Kunlun elder's face instantly became extremely ugly, and a trace of panic and shock flashed across his originally confident face. He knew that the situation was critical, and immediately formed seals with both hands and muttered something. As he moved, the twelve dragon-suppressing nails inserted into the dragon soul burst out with dazzling golden light at the same time. The golden light was so dazzling that it seemed as if countless small suns were shining at the same time. The golden light contained a powerful force of confinement, which instantly nailed the dragon soul deeper. The dragon soul's body trembled violently and let out a deafening cry. The sound was full of pain and despair, as if it wanted to vent the sadness of the whole world. Blood and tears rolled down from the huge dragon's eyes. The blood and tears fell like red raindrops, instantly dyeing the entire white ice field red, making the ice field stained with a touch of shocking beauty.
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"Let's die together!" Lin Feng had only one belief in his heart, that is, to save the dragon soul and break this hateful imprisonment. He tightly grasped the reverse scale blade with both hands, and his figure was like a black lightning, rushing towards the dragon nail. At this moment, his eyes were constantly oozing blood due to excessive force and grief. The blood beads slid down his cheeks and dripped on the white ice, forming a series of shocking blood marks. With every step he took, he left a series of blood marks on the ice, as if writing his unyielding and resistance on this ice field. Although his body was extremely weak and every step seemed a little staggering, his eyes were extremely firm, revealing a determination to face death. When the blade of the reverse scale blade touched the dragon nail, an extremely fierce collision broke out. The violent collision burst out thousands of sparks, and the sparks flew everywhere, like blooming fireworks, blooming in the air with gorgeous and dangerous light. The rune and the dragon shadow clashed fiercely in the air. The rune flashed with strange light, trying to continue to imprison the dragon soul, while the dragon shadow struggled to break free with endless anger and strength. The two fought against each other. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be left with only these two forces competing, with flashing light and amazing momentum. Lin Feng gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face twisted due to the force. He poured all his strength into the blade without reservation, and then used up the last bit of strength and shouted: "Break!" This roar was like a thunder that exploded on the ground, shaking the surrounding air.
Under the powerful attack of the reverse scale blade, the dragon nail made an unwilling humming sound, and the sound was full of helplessness and struggle. Finally, under Lin Feng's full-strength attack, the dragon nail finally couldn't bear it and broke inch by inch. The broken pieces of the dragon nail flew like meteors, and wherever they went, huge holes were smashed into the ice. The dragon soul, which had lost its restraints, looked up to the sky and let out a deafening roar, full of the joy of freedom and anger at the enemy. Its body began to expand rapidly, and a terrifying green light emanated from its body. The green light became brighter and brighter, like a small sun about to explode. "No, it's going to explode!" The face of the Kunlun elder turned pale as paper in an instant, and his eyes were full of fear and despair. He realized the seriousness of the matter at this moment and wanted to escape, but found that he had been firmly locked by the powerful force emitted by the dragon soul before it exploded, and it was too late. Lin Feng was also blown away by the powerful aftermath of the explosion. His body was like a kite with a broken string, rolling uncontrollably in the air. He endured the severe pain in his body and watched the dragon soul transform into a huge green sun. The light was so dazzling that it illuminated the entire sky like daylight. Under this powerful force, the clouds were torn open into a huge abyss. The crack was bottomless and seemed to lead to an endless dark hell. The powerful force was like a surging tide, swallowing up the monks in Kunlun Ruins one after another. The monks screamed in fear, but in front of this destructive force, their voices seemed so small and helpless.
The battlefield was instantly completely submerged by the dazzling green light, and the whole world seemed to be dominated by this powerful force. Under the huge impact of the Dragon Soul's self-explosion, the Yellow River water was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and it completely changed its course. The surging waves swept towards the Kunlun Ruins monks with an overwhelming force, and the waves rolled, making a deafening roar. Lin Feng struggled desperately in the surging flood. His body was constantly impacted by the water, and he was swept under the water for a while, and then thrown up by the waves. He saw the Kunlun elders waving their magic tools frantically in the flood, trying to resist the surging flood. The runes on the magic tools were flashing, but in the face of the residual power of the Dragon Soul's self-explosion and the surging flood, everything was in vain. The reverse scale blade flashed a faint light in the water, as if it was guarding its owner and preventing Lin Feng from being washed away by the torrent. Although the light was weak, it was like a spark of hope in this dark and chaotic flood, giving Lin Feng the strength to persevere.
At this moment, a black shadow flashed through the chaotic battlefield like a ghost. Lin Feng endured the severe pain in his body and took a closer look. Anger and shock suddenly surged in his heart. It was the remnant soul of the fox demon! Its thin figure seemed particularly flexible in the chaos. It was holding a piece of dragon soul fragment emitting a faint light in its hand and was about to escape in the chaos. What was even more frightening was that behind the remnant soul of the fox demon, there was a faint familiar and evil breath - the breath of Jiuying. That breath was like a demon in the dark, which made people shudder. Just a trace of breath made Lin Feng's heart shrink suddenly, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. He knew the horror of Jiuying and understood that the consequences of the remnant soul of the fox demon and Jiuying colluding would be disastrous. He wanted to catch up and stop the remnant soul of the fox demon, but his body did not obey his command. Because of the serious injury, he only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, his consciousness gradually blurred, and finally lost consciousness.
When Lin Feng woke up again, he found himself lying on an unfamiliar riverbank. There was silence all around, with only the sound of the Yellow River rushing in his ears. The Ni Lin Blade was quietly inserted beside him, and the lifelike dragon shadow on the blade had dimmed, as if it had also exhausted its power in this tragic battle. In the distance, the Yellow River was still rushing, and the river was surging and moving forward. But the river channel had changed, and the battlefield that was originally full of blood and fighting was now submerged in the rolling torrent, as if nothing had happened. He slowly raised his hand and touched his blind eyes, where the dried blood had formed lumps, which were rough to the touch. This lump constantly reminded him of the painful price he paid in this battle. The last words of the mirror spirit were still echoing in his ears, and that gentle and firm voice seemed to be still telling of their friendship. And the residual soul of Lin Wanqiu was also consumed in this cruel battle and left him forever.
"I won't let your sacrifice go to waste." Lin Feng's eyes lit up with determination again. He held the Ni Lin Blade tightly with both hands, and slowly stood up with all his strength. He knew that as long as Jiu Ying was alive and the fox demon escaped, Kunlun Ruins would never give up.
