At this moment, the severe pain made Ye Qingyu feel his soul tremble.

It was as if there was an invisible pair of scissors that were cutting their soul bit by bit.

"Don't think about it all...Shao Clay Man, gather your soul and sense my intention!"

The sound suddenly became excited, and it sounded like a morning bell and evening drum, in Ye Qingyu's mind.

For a moment, Ye Qingyu no longer cared about using that unique perspective to look at his body swallowed by silver ice flames at the top of the lonely peak. Instead, all the thinking and spiritual power were used to sense the power that pierced his soul. This feeling was as if someone suddenly forced into your memory in your mind and forced countless information, which was almost bursting your head.

"The true meaning of martial arts is in the true... In this world, there are ten martial arts true meanings, each of which is close to the power of law. Understanding and mastering the true meaning of martial arts can completely crush opponents in the same realm, and there are also various magical features. There are dragon god blood flowing in your body. I teach you the [Tianlong True Meaning], which is most in line with your physique. Feel it with your heart. You will forget the pain. Once you have completely mastered the [Tianlong True Meaning], your mastery of power will be far beyond countless top powers. When you realize the ultimate, the power of the ancient dragon will be reappeared..."

The sound kept ringing.

This man's strength was so powerful that Ye Qingyu could not resist and could only let the other party do it.

Fortunately, this mysterious man does not seem to have bad intentions.

His forced spiritual willpower into Ye Qingyu's soul would not cause much damage to Ye Qingyu's soul.

The whole process seemed to last for only a moment.

Everything was done in the moment of lightning.

"Okay, I have planted the seeds of [Tianlong True Meaning]. Whether I can understand them or not depends on your own luck..."

The sound rang again.

The violent stinging slowly faded like a tide.

Ye Qingyu felt that something was more in his mind, but if he felt it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing. It was just a very strange feeling, as if he was gradually merging with his body's bloodline, just like a flash of inspiration, the passing ray of light was always far away, always close, but it was always difficult to hold in his hand.

"The true meaning of the dragon...the true meaning of the dragon..."

Ye Qingyu was trying hard to experience it.

Ye Qingyu has also seen the legend of the ten true meanings of martial arts in ancient books, but it was really too far away, and he never dared to think about it.

In the nearly a hundred years of history of the Snow Kingdom, it is said that no one has ever understood any true meaning of martial arts. Even top-level powerful people like [Youyan War God] Lu Chaoge have never touched the true meaning of martial arts. In the history of the human race, those who have mastered the true meaning of martial arts have eventually entered the realm of the extremely powerful and become the peaks in the martial arts world. Later generations can only look up to it and cannot cross it.

So this time, it is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Ye Qingyu.

He was trying hard to capture the subtle and mysterious feeling in his soul.

This feeling is the seed of the [True Meaning of the Dragon] mentioned by the mysterious voice.

Must be mastered.

If you miss such an opportunity, it will be irritating to heaven and others.

He had no time to take care of his body and body, and all his spirit and will were devoted to this forced perception.

Everything that happened outside has nothing to do with him.

Even if the world-destroying thunder exploded beside him, I am afraid he can't hear or see it.

Time passes by minute by minute.

The powerful martial arts will that surged in the entire Xuelong Tomb space finally gradually calmed down.

In the void, the air flow changes slightly.

A faint cloud slowly gathered together and finally condensed into an illusory figure, appearing next to Ye Qingyu's body, which was obscured by silver eyes.

This man is taller than an ordinary person, burly, like a small giant, wearing an ancient battle robe and a golden helmet, with a special power, as if he was a emperor who had traveled through time and space. Unfortunately, his body was circulating like smoke and clouds, as if it was a reflection in the water, extremely illusory, without any fluctuations in life, and without any power. It seemed that a gust of wind blew over, which could blow away the condensed body of the smoke and clouds, allowing him to disappear between heaven and earth.

"Supreme Ice Flame...condensation!"

He looked at Ye Qingyu's body and shouted softly. A ray of smoke spread from his body, floating into the burning silver flame.

The next moment, the crazy and fierce and fierce Yin Yan paused suddenly.

The flames are as stagnant as ice.

Ye Qingyu's body shell is temporarily preserved.

After doing all this, the illusory figure looked away and stared blankly at the void around him.

"Millions of years have passed, and the human body has changed so much... Time has passed, humanity has gone through vicissitudes, and my relatives and friends have disappeared between heaven and earth. Why do I still wake up..."

"I thought I was dead in that battle..."

"The era of the Three Emperors is over. There are still human races in this world. Could it be that the human race won the war back then? Well, there are still people living, so I'm relieved. The blood of the gods and demons back then was not in vain..."

"This young man just said that it is the era of the Human Emperor, this is the Snow Country in the Heavenly Realm... It is completely unfamiliar noun. It has been millions of years, and my era has ended..."

The illusory figure of smoke Qi murmured to himself, looking at his hands.

He was the master of the vast ocean of martial arts will just now.

It is also the person who has been talking to Ye Qingyu just now.

Millions of years ago, he was also a giant who suppressed one place, dominating the fortune of a world, and was also one of the few people who climbed to the extreme. In a moment, he could change the world, make millions of creatures worship, and make countless alien races tremble. His reputation once spread throughout the world. His words were like the law. He was once only half a step away from eternity, but he eventually fell into the great catastrophe of heaven and earth...

Millions of years later, a ray of soul that he had finally survived in the world awakened.

In the past, his soul was enough to instantly kill the most powerful creatures between heaven and earth.

Now, his soul is no longer as strong as his former strength. Even he has been through the vicissitudes of time. Even he inevitably weakens. Feeling his soul begin to dissipate bit by bit like blue smoke, and feeling the completely unfamiliar power of heaven and earth in the void. He knows that his era will completely disappear.

"Why is this happening? What happened... Why can't I sense the breath of old friends... Have the old people from the past really fallen?"

He was asking himself softly.

What a supreme existence are the Three Emperors of the Human Race? Millions of years have passed, have they really disappeared?

And those alien demons who kill stars in one thought, how could they die?

In addition, in the battle between those evil enemies and those nearly immortal creatures, millions of years, can they really turn them into ashes?

He doesn't believe it.

Everything that happened in the past was really terrifying. Such a terrifying enemy was invincible to rival the Three Emperors of the Human Race and the Ancient Ancestor of the Foreign Race. How could it be erased by time?

What happened back then?

Unfortunately, everything is unknown.

All he knew was that he died in battle back then.

Now a wisp of soul has been awakened bizarrely.

For a powerful man like him, a awakening of a soul also means rebirth.

"Is it possible that something happened after I died that the Three Emperors retained my power and gave me the opportunity to see today?"

He pondered.

After a long sleep, everything changed.

Everything that was familiar to the past disappeared. Even if he was once as powerful as him, he could not help but feel a wave of confusion and a sense of loneliness that arises naturally enveloped him.

He wanted to find answers to all his questions.

Where did old friends and enemies from the past go?

But first of all, he needs to restore his strength and cultivation.

His eyes fell on Ye Qingyu's body that was removed by the Supreme Ice Yan Soldier.

"This young man met me today, which was an opportunity. Could it be that everything was arranged by fate? His body was as fragile as smoke, but the blood of the dragon god flowed in his body. No wonder he could go deep into the throne of the ice and not be killed by the outside ban, and walked all the way here... This Supreme Ice Flame is in line with his physique. Since he has helped him, it is better to help him again. I wish him to merge with the Supreme Ice Flame..."

The illusory figure of the smoke cloud moved.

Another ray of white clouds separated from his body and directly penetrated into the solidified supreme ice flame.

The originally still supreme ice flame immediately jumped and boiled again.

Then with a loud bang, it turned into thousands of fire and fire, like fresh elves, flowing happily in the void. In the end, thousands of them all attached to Ye Qingyu's body, sank under the skin, merged into Ye Qingyu's body bit by bit, and finally disappeared completely.

Just look at the surface of Ye Qingyu's skin, a light layer of silver cream soon emerged, and the eyebrows, hair and beard were covered by silver cream, as if it was an ice man.

Then soon the layer of silver cream melted, and Ye Qingyu's skin became rosy and fresh.

But after dozens of breaths, the layer of silver frost appeared again, covering Ye Qingyu's whole body, making his eyebrows, hair and beard white again.

Then melt again.

Then silver frost emerged.

This process lasted dozens of times.

After Yin Chuang's last smile, her skin returned to rosy, Ye Qingyu, who had been breathless like a corpse, finally slowly opened her eyes.

His expression was slightly stunned, he looked down at his body, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

"I'm fine... the soul returns to my body... I'm fine?!"

Ye Qingyu was overjoyed.

"Woom!" Xiaojiu rushed over frantically, jumped on Ye Qingyu's shoulder, and licked Ye Qingyu's cheek affectionately, "Master, you were just intoxicated, you were burned by fire just now, your hair and beard turned white, the flames rumbled, I thought you were going to explode..."

You're about to explode.

Ye Qingyu felt that this foodie was a little unspeakable.

However, when he thought of his previous view of the strange state, he saw Xiaojiu protecting himself crazy, and he was also moved.

"Young man, your understanding is excellent, which surprised me." The illusory Yanyun figure next to him said with a smile.

Only then did Ye Qingyu notice the phantom beside him.

"You...sen, it's you! You are..." After Ye Qingyu was shocked, he immediately heard from the voice that this illusory figure was the mysterious voice.

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