Douluo Zhibo Madara

After Madara trampled Bishop Lin into a pulp, the minions of the Spirit Hall lost their backbone and fled in all directions, and the golden generation of the Spirit Hall had long since disappeared.

Ban didn't care about this at all, and even deliberately condoned and let them go.

The three of them are even one point better than the Shrek Seven Devils before taking the immortal product. It would be a pity to kill them now!

When the seeds of hatred planted by Madara take root and sprout in their hearts, and finally cultivate three evil wolves that choose others to eat and then swing their claws at Madara, it is time to harvest the final fruits of the harvest.

This is the wolf-raising tactic that Madara came up with because he was really bored!

As for whether Madara will be devoured by the evil wolf he raised, Madara is aware enough that if he cannot even control the evil wolf he trained, he will be destroyed as a matter of course!

The reason why Ban would scratch Yan's face to humiliate him was to make this shame unforgettable for them forever.As for why Yan is the unlucky guy, who made Yan be so arrogant towards Ban before?

Ban thought for a while and thought about the turbulent hatred hidden in the calm eyes that Yan looked at him before leaving, and felt that the effect was indeed good.

"I hope you won't let me down!" Madara thought silently in his heart as he looked in the direction where the Golden Generation of Wuhun Palace was leaving.

After Madara packed up his luggage, he left the camp without any hesitation and rushed towards the place where the ten thousand year old snow lotus was found from the memories of the soul masters using illusion techniques. The snow lotus was about to bloom.

It is a steep mountain peak. Even if it is covered with white snow that never melts all year round, it cannot hide its sharp-edged muscles. It stands alone on the vast snowfield and looks majestic and majestic like a flock of chickens.

The shrunken Q version of the Nine Lamas lay obediently on Madara's shoulders, letting Madara carry him as he jumped and pranced among the steep cliffs, gradually climbing towards the top of the mountain.

There are few people on the top of the mountain where the wind is howling. Only the occasional gravel dug out of the snow is blown around, and the eternal ice cubes are dotted on the top of the snow-white mountain.

The scenery here that had not changed for thousands of years was quickly broken by a hand touching the edge of the cliff from below. Then a figure jumped up from the cliff and landed on one knee on the cold peak.

"Is this where the snow lotus is? It's so desolate!" The Nine Lamas ran down from Madara's shoulders leisurely, wandering around looking at the desolate scenery here, complaining with dissatisfaction.

Madara ignored the nine lamas who had become nagging recently, and instead focused on finding the goal of his trip - 1-year-old snow lotus!

Found it, over there!

Madara looked at the distinctive milky white color in the distance, his eyes lit up, and he immediately dragged Nine Lamas towards it.

As its name suggests, the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus is a snow lotus. The white petals bloom holy in the ice and snow. The half green at the calyx is extremely bright in the white snow. You can smell it even from far away. A light fragrance.

"Immortal product!" Madara sniffed the smell carefully, whether it was the fragrance of medicine or flowers, and he immediately came to this conclusion in his heart.

Just when he was about to go forward and take a closer look, he didn't expect that Nine Lama's paws hugged his legs, making Madara turn his head to look at Nine Lamas in confusion.

"Don't go there yet, I feel like there's something underneath the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus!" Nine Lamas saw Madara's questioning eyes and immediately explained.

Madara was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he raised his hand and used his fan to stir up a gust of wind, blowing away the white snow growing around the ten thousand-year-old snow lotus in the lee, revealing the crystal-like black ice underneath.

This should be a treasure that goes hand in hand with the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus. It can be called the Thousand Years Black Ice Essence.

"Xiao San said that immortal products and strange places come together. The place where he found those immortal grasses also had such strange places as the Ice and Fire Eyes. Today, when I saw it, it was indeed the case!" Madara felt the cold aura. Even his now strong body felt a chill due to the ice god's curse reducing the cold, but he felt happy in his heart.

"Such a big piece of ice attribute treasure, it's a pity that you, a fire attribute soul master, can't use it!" The Nine Lama stepped forward to sniff the ice breath, but was sneezed by the ice, and said with some gloating.

"Who said it can't be used?" Madara glanced at Jiu Lama and said in a calm tone.

Then, while the Nine Lamas were dumbfounded, Madara raised his left arm to reveal his fingernail-sized skin that had turned slightly icy blue, and it was as delicate as countless snowflakes that were faintly carried on his shoulders.

Madara is indeed a fire attribute soul master, and absorbing energy that conflicts with his own attribute can be said to be harmful and useless, but with the blessing of this ice god, it is different, which is enough to transform and filter all this ice attribute energy.

"Hey! You're crazy! This is a curse, aren't you afraid of something happening?" Jiulama shouted loudly.

Madara then ignored the Nine Lamas who were yelling at the side, and went straight to the millstone-sized ice marrow in front of him, stretched out his palm and put it against it.

hiss!

Even Madara, who had experienced all kinds of hardships and pains, could not help but shudder and take a deep breath when his palms touched the ice water.

It felt like the heat in the entire palm was swallowed up instantly, and then was continuously extracted from his arm, as if the soul in the entire arm was frozen.

Madara's eyebrows were already covered with a layer of white frost in just a moment, but he had already struggled out of the soul-frozen feeling at that moment, and controlled this icy-cold energy with a will that was harder than steel. Flows to the ice god's curse on the arm.

Then, as if the ice attribute energy had been filtered, it turned into pure attributeless energy and flowed through Madara's limbs, gradually strengthening and improving his physique.

Madara felt that after the pure energy flowed through every part of his body, it felt as if it was ignited, burning up and releasing astonishing heat, as if his whole body was about to melt.

At this moment, Madara finally realized what it means to have two heavens of ice and fire. The extreme cold force continuously coming from his arms and the scorching heat on his body collided with each other, like pieces of knives flowing in the blood and arbitrarily cutting Madara's meridians.

Madara's body was also trembling and twitching slightly, but he did not stop under his control, but continued to increase his strength to absorb the ten thousand-year ice marrow.

The mere pain of a broken meridian is trying to stop Madara Uchiha from getting stronger?

Madara's limbs and bones were shattered and reorganized countless times, and they were strengthened bit by bit in the repeated rebirths and destructions.

This is what it feels like to become stronger!

A sickly blush appeared on Madara's face. Feeling that his already abnormal body gradually improved and became more terrifying, he lowered his head and smiled hoarsely.

Even if I experience this kind of pain thousands of times, it is still not as good as having no power but to watch the person I want to protect die. The feeling of powerlessness is much better!

Madara was concentrating on crying and absorbing the energy of ten thousand years of ice water.Perhaps a moment passed, perhaps an hour passed. When Madara woke up, the millstone-sized piece of ten thousand-year-old ice marrow in front of him was only the size of a palm, and could no longer benefit Madara in the slightest.

"Anything that cannot destroy me will become my treasure on the way forward!" Madara slowly stretched out his hands to pick up the ten thousand year snow lotus that fell on the ground and the ten thousand year black ice marrow that was only the size of a palm. I felt this sentence inexplicably in my heart.

The snowdrop is in full bloom. It originally took root in the extremely cold environment of ice and snow where it was difficult to survive. At this time, it has truly adapted and stepped under its feet.