Legend of Qingling Dance

Chapter 172 Ending Night (18)

After he finished speaking, he suddenly shivered: "It's so cold!"

I don’t know when it started, maybe an hour ago, maybe an hour and a half ago, this endless world of stone stairs began to change.

It's just a little cool at first, and then it starts to get cooler.

It seems that from autumn to winter, the cold air gradually invades, and the beginning of the change is always difficult to detect.

Xuan Jiu suddenly realized that the world had been turned upside down when he felt the bone-chilling cold!

There is little water vapor here, it is dry and cold, and Xuan Jiu's breath quickly turns to ice.

He is a sky-level demon wizard, and he has many kinds of witchcraft to keep his body warm.But the spiritual power here is thin, and it is difficult to make up for the consumed spiritual power, and it cannot withstand the consumption at all.

Below the holy level, one has to be afraid of the cold and heat.

In this regard, there is no difference between a heaven-level demon wizard and a mysterious-level dark messenger.

In the end, Xuan Jiu could only use the Dark Messenger's primary witchcraft "floor heating" to keep himself warm.

Because it consumes very little spiritual power.

But he was still shivering with cold.

What's worse, the temperature here is still cooling down!
Because Xuan Jiu discovered that the "floor heating technique" could no longer warm him at all.

His hands and feet were completely numb from the cold.

If this continues, he will freeze to death in a short time!

But this spiral stone staircase still has no end.

There is no end, and no spiritual fluctuations can be sensed.

This is indeed a dead end, and it is a cruel and dangerous dead end!

He knew that if it continued to be cold here, his flesh and blood would be unable to resist it, and no witchcraft could save him!

But to his despair, he guessed right.

This kind of cold is the kind of extreme cold that is cold to the heart and heart!

Xuan Jiu felt sad!

I wasted half my life, assisting the crown prince wholeheartedly, vomited all my efforts, but achieved nothing.

His Majesty has been in a coma for 19 years, Da Sikong has assumed power and self-respect, Prince Xuanyanchi's position in Northern Qi has always been unembarrassed, and he has been left out in front of court.

Even because of Da Sikong's deliberate obstruction, the 31-year-old prince couldn't get a marriage he wanted.

On cold nights, the master and apprentice are often silent to each other.

……

"That's all, it's just that you didn't become a teacher. Your Highness, what should you do in the future..."

Xuan Jiu opened his eyes and fell down.

He had exhausted his strength and could no longer hold on.

"The ghost baby puppet, Chi Liuguang, is not afraid of heat or cold."

"Damn Xuanjiu, who is frozen into a big lump of ice."

A burst of extremely unpleasant singing sounded in the sky, and Chi Liuguang slowly floated over.

"Tch! To be ignorant is to be ignorant! Idiot! You don't know that this is called the Frozen Fork, so of course you don't know how to get out!"

He landed beside Xuan Jiu, took out a jade bottle with a thin waist, and carefully pinned it to his body.

"Hey, don't you know that Master Panmu has given me the ability to save my life? If you didn't seek your own death, I really wouldn't have escaped so easily!"

"Free!"

Chi Liuguang floated into the air, suddenly exploded into a puff of red smoke, and disappeared.

Xuan Jiu was still awake.

But he couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as Chi Liuguang took the jade bottle and ran away like that.

His mind seemed to have gone numb.

His vision became more and more blurred.

"I'm dying..."

Xuan Jiu thought.

He blinked.

God!

He must be mistaken.

He must have read it wrong!

He opened his eyes and looked closely.

That's right!

Really!

He actually saw a face that was all over the country and the city in front of him!
When she is not moving, she is as quiet and beautiful as a jade mountain, with a noble expression that makes one dare not look directly at her.

When she smiled slightly, she felt like the snow melted and the ice disappeared, and the earth rejuvenated.

"Miss Dugu...it's you," Xuan Jiu's throat rolled, and he gathered a little strength to say, "I saw you...it seems that I'm really dead..."

"People who go astray, come with me." He heard a familiar voice that sounded like heaven.

This voice had lingered in his mind for decades, and it never dissipated.

(End of this chapter)