Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the extremely cold region of the ice volcano, Wang Xunhai stood there quietly like a frozen statue. He slowly closed his eyes, and the whole person entered a state of emptiness, immersing himself in cultivation. His aura flowed like a lively stream of water, and the aura was cold and pure, like a slowly flowing ice spring, emanating in strands, perfectly blending with this icy land, as if he had been a part of this world from the beginning, and echoing with this icy land, forming a wonderful resonance.

In a hidden cave not far from Wang Xunhai, Madam Feng's face was as pale as the snow in winter, without any blood. Her originally graceful figure now looked extremely weak, as if she could be knocked down by a gust of cold wind at any time. With her broken body, she was healing with difficulty. Every breath she took seemed extremely difficult, and the weak breath was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. However, there was an unwavering light in her eyes, which was a kind of persistence in life and a fervent expectation for the future, like a little spark in the darkness, weak but burning tenaciously.

At this moment, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds without any warning. The dense dark clouds were like heavy black mountains, piled up layer by layer, giving people a strong sense of oppression. The gloomy atmosphere spread quickly like a tide, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze. The oppressive atmosphere made it difficult to breathe, as if the air had become heavy, as if foreshadowing that a violent storm was about to come, and the world was about to be swallowed by darkness and chaos.

Wang Xunhai, who had been immersed in cultivation, quickly noticed this unusual change with his keen perception. His originally relaxed brows instantly frowned tightly, like two locked city gates, revealing his inner vigilance. Then, he slowly opened his eyes, with a subtle vigilance in his eyes, like a beast about to face danger, emitting a cold breath that made people shudder.

Two figures appeared in the ice volcano like ghosts in an instant. Their appearance was as unpredictable as a ghost. Their figures left a series of blurred afterimages in the air, as if they had traveled from another world. Their footsteps were steady and powerful, and every step they took was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, making a dull and heavy sound, causing the ground to tremble slightly. They walked forward step by step firmly, with greedy light flashing in their eyes, which was full of desire and ambition, as if they had seen the most precious prey in the world and couldn't wait to take it for themselves.

Wang Xunhai exuded a sacred and majestic aura, and the light was dazzling, like a bright sun, illuminating the surrounding darkness. This light made the two people who came from afar with ill intentions feel extremely excited. Their eyes were full of fanaticism and greed, as if they had seen endless treasures. Wang Xunhai stared at the two people indifferently, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, his voice was as cold as frost, and the cold breath seemed to freeze the surrounding air. He said: "I didn't expect you to dare to die, Li Qingfei, I spared your life last time, you really think you are very powerful."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfei's eyes revealed a proud look, her eyes were full of confidence and arrogance, as if the whole world was under her control. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and the blue veins on her hands stood out like winding snakes. The energy in her body continued to surge like a tide, and her whole body exuded a powerful momentum, like a volcano about to erupt, which could erupt with destructive power at any time. She suddenly pulled out the sword at her waist, and the sword body flashed a cold light in the air. The cold light was like the light of a cold moon, cold and sharp, as if it could cut everything apart. Her voice was full of provocation and disdain, and she said: "You are still alone in the trial now, you are like a clay Buddha crossing the river, and you can't save yourself, and you dare to say such arrogant words."

Caitlin also echoed beside him: "Let's go together and kill this man. Then the inheritance of God in his body will belong to us." After that, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, and her eyes were like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, full of cruelty and greed. She looked at her whole body and suddenly roared. The sound echoed in the valley like thunder, shaking the ice on the mountain wall to fall. As she roared, her muscles bulged one by one, full of strength, as if they were made of steel and indestructible. She took out the mace without hesitation. The mace was heavy and huge. The spikes on the stick flashed a strange light in the dim light, which made people shudder, as if it was a murder weapon from hell.

Li Qingfei tightly grasped the long sword in her hand. The sword body trembled slightly and made a slight humming sound, as if it was eager to fight and eager to taste the taste of blood. The sound of the sword echoed in the air, like a prelude to death. The strong man behind Caitlin also roared like a beast. The sound was deafening, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart. The strong man's eyes were full of madness and desire to kill, which made people shudder. His body was as strong as a hill, his muscles were tight, and he exuded a terrifying aura. The three of them rushed forward like hungry wolves. Their figures were like a black torrent, rushing towards Wang Xunhai, with a fierce momentum, as if they were going to devour him completely. The powerful momentum made the surrounding air restless, as if they were afraid of the upcoming bloody battle.

Madam Feng felt a strong energy fluctuation in the cave. Her heart tightened, as if she was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, making her almost breathless. She struggled to stand up from the ground, and the difficult movement seemed to be fighting against fate. Her body trembled, and every movement seemed extremely strenuous, as if she was carrying a heavy burden. Just as she was struggling hard, Wang Xunhai suddenly said, "You don't have to do it, just heal yourself." After saying that, Wang Xunhai threw a broken sword in front of him. The broken sword passed through the air like a flash of lightning, with a sharp breath. The sword body drew a dazzling light in the air, as if to tear the darkness apart. In the end, the broken sword was inserted diagonally into the ice and snow, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if telling of its former glory. The lines on the sword body were looming, and seemed to contain endless power. Wang Xunhai stared at the broken sword named Minghai Sword and muttered to himself, "It's time to use my trump card." His eyes were full of determination and confidence, as if nothing in the world could stop him. His eyes were like torches, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and reach the other side of victory.