Chapter 1872 White Mist Treasure

"It must be the place where the Ice Emperor once lived, and you will definitely get treasures if you go in!"

"But this white mist is a bit weird, who dares to go in?"

"If you can get the inheritance of the Ice Empress, it won't be a big deal to look down on the Canglan Starfield in the future..."

"A group of cowards, if you dare not go in, the treasure will belong to me!"

Various whispers came from the crowd, but no one immediately rushed into the thick white mist in front of him. Zhuo Bufan stood there, frowning slightly, although there was an unusually familiar feeling coming from inside, but here After all, it is a secret realm, so there may be some dangers. Before he knew it, he didn't want to take risks.

At this moment, a stream of light suddenly swept out of the crowd and flew straight towards the white mist area in front of them.

It's just that the other party just entered the white mist area and went about 100 meters deep. In an instant, the whole person was frozen into an ice sculpture, suspended in the white mist, motionless, and the breath of life was instantly wiped out.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces suddenly showed horror. The person who rushed into the white mist was a star lake-level senior monk. He was frozen to death by the cold white mist after only going a hundred meters deep.

The rest of the people retreated...but there were still monks who wanted to fight hard and thought they had some trump cards, and suddenly turned into two streamers of light and rushed into the white mist.

The strength of these two people is the same as that of the man just now. They are both senior monks of Xinghu level, and they have some hole cards. They immediately used them when they rushed into the white mist, but after advancing 120 meters, they froze into ice sculptures just like before. , lost his life.

"I'm coming!" Suddenly, a young man in a brocade robe flew out of the crowd. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes shone with sharp light. He was actually a monk who had reached the elementary level of Xinghai level.

Judging by his attire, he should be a disciple of the later Dayan Dynasty, and this level of cultivation is extremely not weak.

"I've been trapped in the elementary Xinghai-level realm. If I can break through the white mist today, I can break through the shackles of cultivation!" The young man exuded a fearless aura, and the mighty true essence whizzed out and shook his entire body. The package immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed into the white mist.

Zhuo Bufan's gaze was fixed on the former, and his sword eyebrows were frowned. The palace where the Ice Emperor once lived was something that ordinary people could break into.

The cold white mist eroded the primeval energy of that Xinghai-level elementary monk. This time, after advancing more than 300 meters, the other party let out an unwilling roar, and his body froze into an ice sculpture, destroying his hundreds of years of cultivation.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the last hopeful people in the crowd turned pale immediately, and even the Xinghai-level elementary monks only advanced three hundred meters.

"It seems that there is no way for us to obtain the inheritance of the Ice Emperor!"

"I'm afraid even the elder and the vice president can't hold on to this cold air!"

For a moment, everyone was in an uproar, ready to leave here to find treasures elsewhere. After all, treasures are precious, but for treasures, life is the most important thing.

Just when the crowd was about to leave, a figure swept out of the crowd again, absorbing everyone's attention for a moment.

"Who is that guy? Isn't he afraid of death?"

"It's a member of the Mysterious World Sect. You idiot. Even a low-level Xinghai-level cultivator can't hold on for more than 300 meters to enter it. How dare he try with a small Xinghu-level middle-level cultivation?"

"I guess I want to get the treasure like crazy..."

This figure, the robe fluttering in the cold wind, the slightly long black hair fluttering back, and a touch of incomparably firm confidence emerged on that slightly delicate face, this person was Zhuo Bufan.

"Isn't this Zhuo Bufan, a genius disciple from the Seven Sects of Xuanjiezong?"

"I heard that the guy who cleaned up the little prince..."

"No wonder you dare to stand up. After offending the little prince, you will not have a good life. If you can get the treasure in the Ice Palace, Xuanjiezong will definitely protect him..."

All of a sudden, various news about Zhuo Bufan came out and spread among the crowd.

Of course, because of Zhuo Bufan's poor friends, most people would watch with cold eyes, pretending to be watching a good show, wanting to see how Zhuo Bufan died in the white mist.

Most of them are jealous of Zhuo Bufan, and they don't hesitate to sarcasm.

"Master Zhuo, this white mist is very dangerous, you... don't take any chances!" At this moment, a butterfly-like figure flew from the crowd, with a pair of worried eyes, beautiful eyes looking forward like water youth.

Zhuo Bufan turned his head and glanced, it was Han Xiaowen who had obtained the qualification to enter the Star Palace.

"I'm confident that I can go in." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, holding a faint smile, and immediately his eyes shot out an impeccable firmness, and he flew directly towards the white mist.

Han Xiaowen clenched her hands into fists, pursed her thin lips, and there was a look of anxiety in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Bufan rushed directly into the thick fog.

100 meters...

two hundred meters...

three hundred meters...

Five hundred meters...then disappeared from everyone's sight, causing the noisy crowd to quiet down immediately, and then, a huge shock and horror suddenly spread on everyone's faces.

"Young Master Zhuo, did you actually go in?" Han Xiaowen's beautiful eyes widened, disbelief pouring out of her pretty face.

Although the coldness in the white mist was astonishingly cold, Zhuo Bufan felt a familiar feeling from it. The coldness produced by Bingyun Minglu was the same kind of coldness as the coldness in the white mist, but the coldness in the white mist was more intense. It was stronger and solid than the cold air in his body.

The Bingyun Minglu in the body runs automatically and quickly, constantly refining the cold air that penetrates the original barrier and penetrates into the skin and pours into the body. Although this refining speed is not as fast as the influx, it is enough to prevent Zhuo Bufan from being The cold air freezes into ice sculptures.

It's just that after the cold air that can't be digested for a while enters the body, it brings a kind of bone-piercing pain.

"Ice Emperor, I will definitely go in, where did you take Ye Zi?"

Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth, resisting the bone-shattering pain caused by the cold erosion, his eyes shot out two glaring rays of light.

The further one advances, the coldness of the cold air increases exponentially, and even the air is frozen. If such cold air does not have the Frozen Cloud Nether Record running, I am afraid that even the star-level powerhouses will fall into it.

While entering the white mist, Zhuo Bufan also saw human figures turned into ice sculptures suspended in the white mist. Before 500 meters, they were all Xinghai-level cultivation bases, and after that, they were galaxy-level powerhouses and star field-level powerhouses. ...The area of ​​the white mist is so huge that Zhuo Bufan estimated that tens of thousands of people have been turned into ice sculptures and trapped in this cold air.

"No!" Zhuo Bufan stared at the corpses of ice sculptures floating in the white mist, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into an arc of excitement.