Murong Fu thought for a moment and slowly got off the bed.

Walking in front of Yaoyue, separated by an inch, sniffing the other party's fragrant breath, he said loudly:

"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, my father has been trying to find a way out all his life, why should I be afraid of Murong Fu?"

Yaoyue took a step back subconsciously, except for that accident.

It was the first time in so many years that she had made a man so close.

But seeing Murong Fu's domineering appearance.

There seemed to be a string in my heart that had not been touched for a long time, and it rang softly.

"Hmph, you're not afraid of death, just come with me." After speaking, he flicked his sleeve robe and turned away.

Murong Fu murmured, why was this woman blushing?

Immediately, I didn't think much about it.

The two were one after the other, and soon came to the ice prison last time.

Murong Fu joked, "You're not going to lock me in again, are you?"

Yaoyue rolled her eyes and Murong Fu didn't speak, and continued to walk down.

Soon, it crossed the layer of the ice prison and came directly below it.

It seems to be an underground cave, with Dao Bingchi in the middle, and Zhang Hanyu's bed next to it.

"This is where my sister and I retreat. The ice pool is freezing cold."

"And that cold jade bed is the essence of the North Sea ice that I collected with all my heart."

"Even under the scorching sun, it will not melt for a hundred days." Yaoyue explained.

"Ten thousand years?" Murong Fu asked curiously, "How do you calculate this?"

"There are faults between the ice layers, and the interval is a hundred years. Ten thousand years of ice needs to be mined with blood."

Yaoyue did not despise Murong Fu this time, but said it very seriously.

Murong Fu knew that the cold jade bed was the most yin and cold thing in the world.

Daoist practitioners sit and lie on it, their hearts will clear themselves, and they can be as brave and diligent as they can when they practice, without fear of future troubles.

It's just that although he is majoring in the small Wuxiang Gong, it is a countless attribute practice.

But he has cultivated earth fire in his body, which belongs to the category of extreme yang and extreme heat.

Sleeping on it, I'm afraid something is wrong.

"Why are you afraid?" Yaoyue asked softly.

Murong Fu knew that Yaoyue would never harm him.

If the other party wants to kill him, there are a thousand ways to ask, "What do I need to do?"

"The water temperature in this ice pool is extremely low, you need to soak here for three hours before sitting on the cold jade bed." Yaoyue said.

Murong Fu asked in surprise, "Is it that simple?"

"Of course not, I will not use Mingyu Gong on the side to reduce the temperature here as quickly as possible." Yaoyue said.

Murong Fu said "Okay".

He took off his clothes and walked directly into the ice pool.

A biting chill instantly activated the True Qi in his body and automatically protected his body.

Yaoyue turned her head in contempt, found a place to sit down, closed her eyes and waited quietly.

In the ice pond, Murong Fu felt that he could easily resist, but now that his fire and poison have been exhausted, it can be said that it is very easy.

However, this place, unlike the ice cell above, changes its temperature rhythmically.

The water in the ice pool is constantly changing with the current, and it is not necessarily true to say that it is living water.

The temperature of living water cannot exist for such a long time, and it would be wrong to say that it is stagnant water.

Because Murong Fu could clearly feel the water flowing.

"It seems that the water here has a circulating filtration system that can be connected to the Hanyu bed."

Similar to this, Murong Fu used his divine sense to observe, and easily deduced the changes in the temperature of the water flow.

According to its rhythm, begin to exercise resistance.

After a few times, he was surprised to find that with such a rhythm, his breathing became smoother.

Although the skill cannot be measured specifically, it is about three thousandths more than in the past.

Magic!

He never thought that Lu Ban's technique could also be used to practice qigong.

Those who can build this exercise system are definitely called ghosts.

Soon, after three hours, Murong Fu's internal strength not only did not consume half a point, but instead increased a lot.

Yaoyue felt the change in Murong Fu, and couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

Secretly surprised in my heart: After I built this place back then.

Lian Xing also practiced in it for three months before he discovered the mystery.

Unexpectedly, it took him less than an hour to realize it.

And it gets through so quickly.

This Murong Fu was really a martial arts prodigy.

"Enough, it's been three hours, you should sit on the Hanyu bed."

Murong Fu slowly withdrew his inner strength, stood up and walked towards the cold jade bed.

"Whoa~"

Ice water fell from his sturdy body, perfect body shape plus his six-pack abs.

Even Yaoyue couldn't help blushing.

If it is matched with the previous sentence, I am handsome, then the picture is too beautiful.

However, Murong Fu was also a descendant of the royal family, but he wasn't that flamboyant.

Go straight to the Hanyu bed and sit on it. I couldn't help but scream in my heart:

Ouch, pull your ass!

He was so frightened that he hurriedly ran the exercises to resist.

It's just that the temperature of the jade bed is several times or even dozens of times that of the ice pool.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist the cold above.

"I'll ask again for the last time, you can think about it, do you want to persevere in the end?" Yaoyue confirmed again.

"Naturally... yes!" Murong Fu didn't hesitate at all.

"Okay! Let's talk about it first, I have no way to control your life and death in detail. Whether you can break through in time before you die depends purely on luck." Yaoyue reminded.

"Well, come on!" Murong Fu. The tone was firm and unmistakable.

"Okay!" Yaoyue took out the ancient divine weapon - Bi Xue Zhao Dan Qing!

Facing Murong Fu, he slowly fell, and he said loudly, "Running enough true qi to block my sword."

Murong Fu was startled, but Yaoyue dropped the sword even though she didn't use her skill.

However, this ancient warrior has the ability to break qi.

Compared with the Yitianjian, it was even worse. It really wanted to fall on the head, and it was cut in half in less than a minute.

At this time, how dare he be careless and release all the True Qi in his body.

A wall of air was formed three feet in front of him to resist the sword.

At this time, the chill below was constantly eroding his body.

It made him suffer so much that it felt like life was better than death.

He needs to resist the crisis of life and death while resisting the physical torture.

The torture at this moment is a two-way torture of mind and body, which makes him unable to concentrate on running the exercises at all.

"Stay calm, otherwise, you won't be able to break through yourself." Yaoyue said.

Murong Fu bit the tip of his tongue and refocused himself.

In my heart, I began to read the general outline of Ziwei Zhenjing.

"Beidou Yansheng, return to the true Four Ming."

"The flow of light is down, and Dong Huan is natural."

"Seven Yuan Jiji, solid servant body spirit. Lingzhen bears name, Shangxuanwei shape."

"The soul lasts for a long time, and the eyes and ears are not shocked. The camera and the guard help the life, and Taiwan is really popular."

"Remain true to nature, and rise to Yujing."

…

In the blink of an eye, the three kinds of kung fu in the body split into three forces in the dantian and burst out at the same time.

They traveled each week, and finally collided in the place where they converged.