Chapter 1147 Cold Sword Pond, Broken Sword
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Before, the Seven-Colored Purifying Flame was like a proud princess, unwilling to get close to the Flesh Fire.
But now it took the initiative to condense.
It was obvious that it was in this pool of water or directly felt threatened by the cold air.
For Su Jingzhe, this was a good sign.
He had always been committed to merging the Flesh Fire and the Seven-Colored Purifying Flame.
But there was no suitable opportunity.
Now in this pool of water, it seems that there are some possibilities.
Su Jingzhe once again endured the severe pain caused by freezing, and directly suppressed the power in his body.
Only the Flesh Fire and the Seven-Colored Purifying Flame were left.
And the body couldn't help but dive a little.
The coldness became more and more intense, and the Flesh Fire and the Seven-Colored Purifying Flame were also stimulated to become more and more turbulent.
The two flames came into contact for the first time at this moment!
Su Jingzhe was overjoyed.
This time he did not deliberately guide and control it.
It was all the autonomous behavior of these two things.
"Merge it yourself!"
Looking at the bottomless cold pool below, he was determined and dived down again.
As he imagined, as he continued to go down, the coldness in the cold pool became more and more intense.
But it did not cause him more harm.
Because at this time, the flesh fire and the seven-color purifying flame had already been partially fused.
Just the fused part had already sent out a breath that made Su Jingzhe feel palpitating.
As soon as this breath came out, the coldness in the cold pool retreated.
It seemed that they had seen a natural enemy higher than themselves.
They did not dare to confront it head-on.
Su Jingzhe was shocked. If this was successfully completely fused, how powerful would it be?
At this time, on the top of the snowy mountain beside the cold pool, the great elder Jiantu suddenly frowned.
Although the sword master had left, he was not at ease with Su Jingzhe tinkering here.
He knew very well what was in the cold pool. With Su Jingzhe's cultivation of the flesh spirit saint, it would be too dangerous to enter.
That's why the elder was called to guard.
"This kid went down to the middle level directly. Even if he has two supreme flames, he can't be so reckless, right?
He hasn't come up for so long. Maybe he can't bear it. Should we fish him out?"
The elder muttered to himself.
Then his consciousness went straight to the cold pool.
When he noticed the flame that Su Jingzhe had merged, he was shocked.
Some didn't dare to believe it.
"What kind of flame is this?"
The elder of the fifth turn of the Immortal Emperor was also shocked at this time.
He had never seen such a flame in his life.
In the cognition of these Immortal Emperors, the seven-color world-purifying flame was actually regarded as the strongest flame.
"With this kind of flame protecting him, he seems to be completely fearless.
Could it be that he really wants to explore the bottom of the cold sword pool with the cultivation of a physical body and a spiritual saint?"
While talking to himself, the elder showed a hint of expectation.
No one told Su Jingzhe that the Cold Sword Pool was an absolute forbidden area for all the core disciples of the Sword Land.
Although this can also be regarded as a special place for training, it is also aimed at the existence of the Sword Land Immortal Lord and above.
As time passed, the Great Elder's originally worried face was filled with a touch of weirdness. [. 3. ],
and another type of worry.
"This kid's flame is really too fierce.
When he completely integrates and fiddles with it, will my Cold Sword Pool be destroyed?"
With such worries, the Great Elder did not dare to slack off.
A touch of obscure fluctuations suddenly came out of his body.
He had to report this situation to the Sword Master.
However, not long after, he received a response from the Sword Master, asking him not to pay attention.
The elder couldn't help but mutter again: "Just ignore it.
The Sword Qi Corridor has been destroyed by this kid. If the Cold Sword Pool is gone, I wonder if you can still laugh."
After muttering to himself, he sat down calmly.
His consciousness has been paying attention to the situation on Su Jingzhe's side.
As time passed, the fusion of Su Jingzhe's body fire and the seven-color purifying flame became smoother and smoother.
The sacred aura coming out of the Cold Sword Pool became more and more powerful.
According to the elder's perception, the cold air coming out of the Cold Sword Pool seemed not as strong as before.
He looked at the mist coming out of its surface, as if it was not cold air, but steaming water vapor.
"Good boy, it seems that I am right.
I really don't know whether you are the lucky star or the disaster star of my sword land."
The elder muttered to himself, his expression was extremely solemn.
At this time, Su Jingzhe had already reached the middle of the cold sword pool, close to the bottom.
His physical body level was still at the level of the third level of the physical body spirit saint.
It was not that he did not want to break through.
But as he went down, the fusion of the physical body fire and the seven-color purifying world flame became more and more, and the new flames condensed into a protective layer around him.
All the cold air in the cold sword pool had no way to erode his physical body.
His body tempering was completely over.
But at this time, he was still very excited.
He just wanted to completely fuse the physical body fire and the seven-color purifying world flame.
Diving down again and again, Su Jingzhe saw that the bottom of the cold sword pool below was dark.
But in the darkness, he seemed to be able to see a huge crimson winding outline.
His expression was clear. Given its great reputation, it should be the corpse of the Undead Sky Snake that the Sword Master mentioned.
When he saw the corpse, he could also feel the huge pressure coming from below.
"Is this the bottom? There is the corpse of the Undead Sky Snake below, so where does this intense cold air come from?"
Su Jingzhe muttered to himself again, his expression full of curiosity.
He did not hesitate, and withstood the strong pressure from below, he tried his best to quickly reach the bottom.
When he got here, the intense cold air surged towards him again.
The level of cold air at the bottom seemed to be no weaker than the newly fused flame.
Su Jingzhe once again felt the long-lost chill.
He looked down again, and at this position, he was only about ten feet away from the corpse of the Undead Sky Snake.
Even though the divine sense was not available here, the naked eye could still see the appearance of the corpse.
It was a red giant python that was thousands of feet long.
There were countless complex but broken inscriptions on its back.
Each inscription emitted waves of strong and strange fluctuations.
And at this location, Su Jingzhe also saw the source of the cold air.
It was a broken sword stuck on the forehead of the Undead Sky Snake!
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