Turn fiction into reality!

Restore the representative embodiment of frost to a specific existence.

It is equivalent to Zhao Changhe "creating" a cold chi through the ice here.

"Before Binglin was too strong, I couldn't do it. If you want to explode by yourself, then I have to accept it." Zhao Changhe grabbed Xiao Xiaohan Chi with his right hand, and slowly took out a golden arrow with his left hand: "How did Xuanwu seal you in the first place?

, I won’t, and I don’t want to seal it anymore. The cold world does not need a demon to speak for itself. They only need to passively exist in the world... In other words, you don’t need an image or consciousness. Passivity is just passivity.

Don’t act cool here.”

Han Chi felt the threat of the golden arrow and twisted and struggled wildly: "Stop! You are crazy! This is against the way of heaven. Even Ye Wuming only dares to seal me. You are going against the way of heaven, and the era will collapse again!"

Zhao Changhe's golden arrow hovered over Han Chi's head and whispered: "One last question for you, what is she trying to suppress by sealing you here?"

"How do I know!" Han Chi struggled: "That is a trace of hatred, enough to overturn the whole world. I don't know whose it is! By the way, you can't kill me. Only my extreme cold can suppress this

Plant something, if you kill me, this suppressed thing will come out! If that thing comes out, you will all die!"

"That's Ye Wuming's business. Since she fiddled with cause and effect and asked me to come here, she will naturally solve the follow-up matters. And what I have to do is just to make this kind of demon disappear."

Following the words, the golden arrow pierced Han Chi's body viciously, piercing it from beginning to end like a barbecue.

Han Chi howled and twisted in pain, and gradually became silent again.

The body of the small ice dragon turned into dots of crystal, scattered in the void, dotted with stars, very beautiful.

The coldness in the air is still there, but the meaning of the devil has completely disappeared. But the whispers of the ancient gods that make people go crazy are getting stronger.

Zhao Changhe leaned his sword on the ground and half-knelt on the ground softly: "Fifth brother...if you stand there and watch anymore, I will be driven crazy by this kind of mental attack. Help me isolate it, I have no strength..."

Ying Wu pursed his lips and walked over slowly: "Do you know how seriously injured you are now? If you don't do it right, it won't be an injury, but death on the spot."

"Nonsense, otherwise I ask you to help me isolate something, but I can't do it myself?"

"What I'm saying is, if you were hit like that before, you would die."

"If I take one hit, I may die, maybe I won't. But if you take that hit, you will definitely die."

"That's what I'm prepared for."

"I knew you were ready before you came in... I said that too many of my friends who have cooperated with me have withered away, and I don't want this to happen again."

"..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm going to drive you crazy..."

Ying Wu said nothing more, put his arm around his shoulders, and the two of them disappeared instantly.

A graceful figure appeared, and with a wave of her delicate hand, she blocked Ye Jiuyou's prying eyes: "What are you looking at?"

Ye Jiuyou sneered: "You will make Zhao Changhe hate you very much. He should know everything."

Ye Wuming responded calmly: "That's how it should be."

Ye Jiuyou said: "What is the suppression? Why didn't I know about it before?"

"There are still many things you don't know..." Ye Wuming stopped paying attention to his sister and slowly walked towards Yuan Hanji's sealed place. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the center.

The sky flashed with golden light, and the battle report only had one sentence:

"April, Qingming Festival. Ying Wu invited Zhao Changhe to kill Han Chi in the extremely cold ice abyss to sacrifice his old friend."

"The eighth demon god, Han Chi, has been destroyed in form and spirit. He no longer exists in the world and will be removed from the list."

"The coldness of the world has no representative."
Chapter completed!