Chapter 458

There is a sword on the top and a sword on the bottom. The surroundings are not particularly tightly sealed, but it is difficult for those terrible flames to poke their heads so accurately. The only problem is that metal conducts heat very well. It didn't take long for Tong Yan to feel the scalding heat coming from her feet.

He naturally thought of ants on a hot pot, stepped into the air without hesitation, and used the Zhongzhou school's heaven and earth escape method to hold himself horizontally in midair.

Jing Jiu knew that it was only a temporary relief, and he couldn't last long in the fire of the Lieyang Banner, not to mention other swords and people. If this continued, the Cosmic Front might melt at any time. Of course, Tong Yan would be burned to death before that. He had already thought of this, and without hesitation summoned the Chilling Cicada, placed it on top of his head, and at the same time grabbed it with his right hand, a large pit appeared on the ground, and he took away a lot of burning soil to other places.

A bone-chilling chill descended from top to bottom, covering his whole body like a cloak, and the excess chill fell to the front of the universe, and then spread out, lowering the temperature here a bit.

Looking at the small snow-white beetle, Tong Yan was a little surprised, thinking what kind of treasure is this, that can resist the heat brought by the Lieyang Banner a little bit?

Han Chan lay on top of Jing Jiu's head, a little uneasy. In the past, it always lay on top of Liu Ada's head, and Liu Ada lay on top of Jing Jiu's head again, after all, there was a layer of separation, but now it was directly on top of the master's head, which was really disrespectful, and what did the master want him to do? Am I supposed to put out these terrible flames outside? But I'm just the lowest level snow beetle in Snow Country, how can I have this ability?

When it was thinking about these things, Qing'er's voice suddenly came out from the Qingtian Jian, which was under countless fire attacks: "It can't be done! It can't be done!"

Tong Yan glanced at Jing Jiu and thought, didn't you say that Qingtianjian is more resistant to heat? It's only been a while, and you can't hold it anymore?

Jing Jiu was also a little puzzled, thinking that according to his own calculations, the heat resistance of the Qingtian Jian should be higher than that of the Universe Front. Now that the Universe Front has just started to turn red and has not yet melted, why is the Qingtian Jian unable to do so?

Qing'er waved her transparent wings and flew out of the blue sky mirror. Seeing the chilling cicada above Jing Jiu's head, her eyes suddenly brightened. Like a bee seeing a flower, she rushed towards him. She sat on Jing Jiu's shoulder and hugged his head sideways. By the way, she also hugged Han Chan into her arms. Feeling cooler at last, she said to Jing Jiu's ear, "If you don't think of any other way, everyone will die."

They are all going to die, which means that there is more than one person who is going to die.

In Qingtianjian's illusion, the sky has turned a dull red.

In a certain mountain village in the south of the old state of Chu, the white-haired Mr. Zhang was eating. The sweltering weather made him sweat non-stop, and the millet porridge cooled by well water could not arouse his appetite.

Looking at the sky that was still bright and exuding infinite heat, he smashed the bowl angrily, and cursed: "What the hell is going on in this world?"

After the world of Qingtianjian was frozen, Mr. Zhang was the first person to wake up. Of course, he knew that this world was different from before. For example, the time had obviously slowed down a lot. For example, no one woke up except himself. His son and granddaughter were all asleep, and everyone else in the village was asleep, even in the county town. It was weird and chilling.

His temperament is somewhat similar to that of his parents, and he has a generous spirit at certain critical moments. Otherwise, he would not have dared to assassinate the emperor without telling his father. If it were someone else, he would have been scared to death in this weird world, but he only spent more than ten days getting used to it. Anyway, there is a lot of food stored at home, and he is not worried about starving to death.

As for those sleeping people who don’t seem to need to eat, he thinks that these people will wake up slowly and don’t worry too much. Every day, they pick a piece of salted fish here and pick a few handfuls of green vegetables there. It’s optional, but at noon today, the whole world suddenly became extremely hot. It’s already dusk, but night hasn’t come yet, which really makes him a little unbearable.

He walked out of the small courtyard with a wooden stick, climbed up the hill and looked into the distance. His clothes had already been taken off, and his thin body was covered with sweat.

The green tree has withered and is about to die. If this continues, the water in the river will dry up. What about those sleeping people? Will it be too late to wake up, it will be heated to death?

Mr. Zhang looked back at his yard at the foot of the mountain, thinking of his lovely granddaughter, his withered lips trembled slightly, and murmured: "Your Majesty, if you don't care about it, you will die."

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A bell suddenly rang deep in Jing Jiudao's heart.

Thurse's bell has already been returned, where did the bell come from?

Then, he vaguely heard someone say a word to himself, and he probably understood the situation.

Qingtianjian can still resist Lieyang Banner for a while, but that world can't bear it anymore.

This deviated from his deduction, so the plan had to be changed slightly, and the method was used in advance, hoping that it would not affect the final outcome.

The fire from the sky kept falling on the Qingtian mirror, making a dull and terrifying sound. The flames overflowing from the cracks in the ground soared into the sky, burning the cosmic front continuously, which made people worry that it would turn back into a fire stick from the snowy field.

Suddenly, countless silts appeared out of nowhere, most of them fell on the surface of Qingtianjian, some fell on the ground below, and of course some fell on the front of the universe.

The Cosmos Front made a sizzling sound, a lot of mist was generated, the blade became darker, and the temperature dropped significantly, and the same was true for the Qingtianjian.

Qing'er was surprised and wondered where the silt came from.

Tong Yan thought about the movement of Jing Jiu's grab from the air before, looked at the big hole in the ground, and thought, could it be the sand?

The silt was still burning at that time, why did the fire go out at this time, and it was still so cold?

In front of the Daxue Mountain Cliff, Wang Xiaoming clearly felt an extremely cold breath appearing over there through the Lieyang Banner. He was very surprised, thinking what the hell is this?

One must know that the flame temperature of Lieyang Banner is unimaginably high, and that chill can consume a lot of flames. How cold is that?

He couldn't figure out how there could be such a cold thing in the world, even the three-foot sword of Defeng on Qingshan Mountain couldn't do it.

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Not to mention the three-foot sword on Shangde Peak, even the cold veins at the bottom of Shangde Peak, or even the temperature of the ice peak deep in the snow field, is not as cold as the chill contained in the sand.

The universe is the coldest place on earth.

Jing Jiu sent those burning silts into the universe, no matter if it was the Yanggang fire of Lieyang Banner or other fires, they would naturally be extinguished instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the temperature of the sediment dropped sharply.

Jing Jiu took the sand back and used it to cool down the Qingtian Jian and the Universe Front.

If he had no limit to sending things into the universe, the Sunburst would of course mean nothing to him, but that's impossible.

Because in that case, not to mention Lieyang Banner, any magic weapon and powerhouse in Chaotian Continent can be destroyed with a snap of his fingers.

Even if the process is as simple as taking money from a wallet, reaching into the wallet and then taking out the money, it still takes effort, let alone such a large amount of sand.

The cold sand blocked those terrible flames, and then heated up sharply.

Knowing that this method cannot last, Jing Jiu said to Tong Yan, "I'll kill him."

Tong Yan said, "How much?"

Jing Jiu thought about the methods of the Underworld Emperor's Seal, the Bamboo Tablet, and the Immortal Sword of the Underworld, and said, "Twenty percent."

Qing'er worried and said: "How can this be done?"

Jing Jiu said to Qing'er: "It's hard for me to die, if I can't kill him, I will take you away."

Qing'er had entered his body before, seen that dark, boundless and cold world, guessed that he should have a way to leave with Qingtianjian, and said, "You took him too?"

Jing Jiu said, "He is alive."

Qing'er said anxiously, "I'm alive too."

"These are two different ways of living."

Jing Jiu looked at Tong Yan and said, "If you have any last words, tell her first."

After saying this, he reached out to take Qing'er and handed it to Tong Yan, and then disappeared.

Han Chan was in Qing'er's arms, looking around in horror, thinking that the master is planning to abandon her?

There is no new cold sand, and the Qingtianjian heats up rapidly, and it will turn red soon. If it continues like this, it may drip copper juice. The situation of the Universe Front is even more miserable, and it has already begun to soften. It looks like a noodle, no, a noodle cake.

Qing'er is a spirit body, relatively better, but Tong Yan couldn't bear the high temperature, her clothes were burned with countless holes, her hair withered, and there were many blisters on her mouth and face, she looked even more miserable than Yu Yufeng.

The cold cicada kept crawling on Tong Yan's face, trying to cool him down and relieve the pain, but in fact it was the worst one, its snow-white body had turned red, and it was almost ripe.

"Persist a little longer, and he may be able to kill the other party."

Qing'er flapped her wings, dodged in the flames, and kept cheering Tong Yan and Han Chan.

"The possibility of 10% is too small."

Tong Yan said to Qing'er: "Take the Qingtian Jian, and I will take you away."

Until this time, Qing'er didn't know that he still has a back hand, she was very surprised, thinking that all people who are good at playing chess are so cruel and terrifying?

If you say abandon your son, you will abandon your son, and if you say you hide your strength, you can hide until the end?

She suddenly felt hopeful, Jing Jiu's level of chess is still higher than that of Tongyan, does it mean that he is also hiding something?

Han Chan heard Tong Yan's words, stopped treating him, jumped on his shoulder, and watched his lips carefully.

The owner clearly said that there is a 20% possibility, but this person said it is only 10%. Does this mean that he looks down on the owner, or does he think that the owner is lying to him?

But no matter what, this person lied to the master. When the master comes back, he must find a way to tell him.

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There is a cave on the other side of Daxue Mountain.

That is the hole left by the cosmic front piercing through the mountain after it was blown away by the blazing sun banner.

Below that small hole is a very thin stream of snow, which gradually grows until it turns into a solidified snow waterfall.

This is the consequence of the avalanche just now.

Almost the entire foothills are filled.

Suddenly, the surface of the snow swelled slightly and gradually rose, looking like a snowman standing up.

That is a snowman.

The snowman was very small, and his lower body was buried in the snow, so he looked even more compact.

The Yeti had black eyes, but there was nothing else on his face, no nose, no mouth.

It was white and clean.

It looked towards the other side of the mountain, feeling the blazing heat there, without any emotion in its eyes, but gave off an extremely cold and terrifying aura.

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(Happy New Year, everyone. The typos in the chapters of the previous days have all been corrected. Let’s start fresh. There will definitely be many typos in the chapters in the next few days, and I will find time to correct them. In addition, this chapter is not a manuscript. I finished it before 8 o’clock. Finally, Xue Ji’s name is called, how about Bai Mangmang...)