Chapter 921: Imprisonment
Jiang Yantian and Leng Ning are still fighting.
The fighting outside has ceased.
All of Zhang Xuefeng's men were taken down.
The Supreme Saint Lord was suppressed by Xuan Mo and others.
The group of disciples who were terrified were also arrested.
Only Helian Yuan was still fighting Xuan Qing.
The fighting was fierce.
The Fifth Prince Xuanqing felt utterly humiliated.
Damn it, a Golden Immortal fighting a True Immortal, and they actually ended up in a draw.
I boil!
Xuanmo, seeing this from below, felt somewhat embarrassed.
Despite being a level above his opponent, they managed to fight to a draw.
Unable to bear it any longer, he raised his hand and waved it, sending an extremely violent wave of energy towards Helian Yuan.
"boom!!"
With a loud bang, Helian Yuan was hit and fell straight down, crashing to the ground.
“Holy Lord Jilin, don’t say that your old friend is disrespecting you. Today’s matter is not as simple as you think.”
The Ice Soul Emperor's expression was icy.
He didn't even wait for the other party to respond.
He formed hand seals, drawing upon the extreme cold to clear a path ahead.
In an instant, a gate filled with biting wind rose from the ground.
The frozen hell of the Arctic island.
It requires ice as steps and cold as a lock.
"Ice Soul, you despicable villain, what kind of skill is it to collude with outsiders to ambush me!"
The Supreme Saint King struggled and roared, his voice hoarse with rage.
"You old bastard, you actually want to imprison me in the coldest hell? If you dare to touch a single hair on my head, I will raze your Coldest Island to the ground one day!"
The Ice Soul Emperor turned a deaf ear.
Xuanmo's eyes widened: "Noisy."
"Pfft!" The Supreme Saint King was hit by a blow.
His knee slammed onto the ice steps.
Including the Supreme Saint King, the group froze the entrance to Hell.
The Frozen Hell is the deepest forbidden area on the Frozen Island.
Black snowflakes fall year-round, and the air is filled with a chill that can freeze the soul.
Dozens of ice prisons floated in mid-air, each one forged from ice formed over millions of years.
The prison door was covered with runes that suppressed the soul.
Jilin Saint Lord and the others were thrown into the deepest ice prison like trash.
"boom!"
The ice prison door closed instantly, and the runes lit up, emitting a faint blue light.
The Supreme Lord of Extreme Rin rushed to the prison gate, and I was furious.
"what!"
His disciple behind him accidentally touched the ice wall, and his entire arm was instantly frozen.
Ice crystals spread along his blood vessels, causing him to scream in terror!
The Supreme Saint King felt a chill run through him as he watched this scene; he himself could simply leave.
But if he goes out, his disciples will surely die.
"Ice Soul! What exactly do you want?!"
The Supreme Saint King roared, his eyes filled with incomprehension: "Why are you treating me like this?"
He always felt that he had a good relationship with Arctic Island.
I never imagined that one day I would come to this.
The Ice Soul Emperor stood above, looking down from above.
"No enmity or grudge? Holy Lord Jilin, if you're just here as a guest, then so be it."
“But you actually proposed marriage. I’ve already told you that Leng Ning already has a husband, and you’re still not convinced.”
"Now think for yourself. You've lived for so long, you shouldn't be someone whose mind doesn't adapt."
After he finished speaking, the entrance to the Frozen Hell suddenly closed.
Everything fell into darkness, except for the faint glow emitted by wisps of ice crystals.
The Holy Lord Jilin stopped cursing.
Instead, he sat cross-legged to one side, his brows furrowed.
Things were really strange today.
He had neither offended Bingpo nor Xuanmo.
They were all peak-level experts of the Great Luo realm; they certainly wouldn't attack him without a reason.
The reason he took action was because he had proposed the marriage alliance.
The Holy Lord Jilin did this entirely to fulfill his disciple's wishes.
After all, Helian Yuan has always been asking this question, from the past to the present.
As his master, he had promised many times to help him check on things.
When Helian Yuan returned from outside this time, he asked again, subtly.
Seeing his reaction, the Supreme Lord of Extreme Cold made up his mind.
You can go to the Frozen Island and talk to the Ice Soul Emperor about this matter.
They're old friends.
Moreover, Helian Yuan was his personal disciple, and Leng Ning was Bing Po's personal disciple, so they were considered a good match.
Who knew it would develop like this?
He suddenly remembered that when the argument broke out earlier, Bingpo had mentioned that Leng Ning already had a husband.
At the time, I thought he was making excuses.
If she has a husband, wouldn't Helian Yuan, who has always liked Leng Ning, know this?
He genuinely felt that Bingpo was deliberately deceiving him.
At that time, Bingpo seemed very anxious, as if he wanted to shut himself up.
Xuanmo, however, suddenly made his move, along with that unruly black dragon.
After calming down and thinking it over, the Holy Lord Jilin suddenly realized the problem.
The Ice Soul Emperor hesitated to speak, not daring to say it openly, largely to protect himself.
Some things, when said directly, have a completely different meaning.
Because ignorance is no excuse, and therefore a lighter sentence may be imposed.
Once it's spoken, it's tantamount to knowingly committing a crime.
But what exactly is he afraid of?
The Supreme Saint King thought for a moment, then his body trembled.
Xuanmo is the Black Sea Dragon Palace, which belongs to the Demon Realm.
People like Xuanmo generally don't submit to anyone, and they certainly won't stand up for anyone; they'll resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.
If anything, it's only when his master arrives.
"The Undying Demon Emperor," he said slowly.
The sound was like an icicle, piercing deep into his heart.
"Bingpo said that Leng Ning has a husband. Could it be the Undying Demon Emperor? Is she the Demon Emperor's wife?"
The heart of the Holy Lord Jilin jumped into his throat.
The title "Undying Demon Emperor" is now very, very distant from them.
If it weren't for Xuanmo, he definitely wouldn't have thought of going that way.
The Supreme Saint King's body went limp, and he collapsed into the ice prison, his face drained of all color.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror!
No wonder the Ice Soul Emperor disregarded sentiments and acted so forcefully!
No wonder Xuanmo dared to attack him!
Bingpo wouldn't let himself enter the main hall and was quite aggressive.
It couldn't be inside there!
It’s over.
He actually boasted that he would arrange a marriage between his disciple and the wife of the Undying Demon Emperor!
"puff!"
Overwhelmed with terror, the Supreme Saint King spat out a mouthful of blood.
It splashed onto the ice wall.
It instantly froze into blood-red ice crystals.
He finally understood that he had not been ambushed by the Ice Soul Emperor.
It was clear that he was trying every means to protect himself.
Otherwise, things will really get out of hand.
Given that guy's temper, let alone being locked up in the Frozen Hell, his very soul would be crushed!
"It's over...it's all over..."
The Supreme Saint King muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused.
"Everything is going to be ruined by my own hands..."
If you come here happily, you might never be able to go back.
At that moment, he suddenly looked at Helian Yuan.
Helian Yuan was looking at his master when their eyes met.
"Traitor, kneel down!" The Supreme Saint King's eyes were bloodshot.
Helian Yuan wasn't stupid; he quickly figured out what was going on.
The master's appearance just now was clearly extremely horrified.
Why is it terrifying?
It's definitely not because they're locked up here and are afraid.
Therefore, Leng Ning's husband must be of an extraordinary status.
Seeing that Helian Yuan looked like he had caused a great disaster, the Holy Lord Jilin understood.
"boom!"
The Supreme Saint King kicked Helian Yuan in the chest, sending him crashing against the ice prison wall and coughing up blood.
