Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 212 Mural
A cold wind blew past, and Zhou Leng shivered slightly. An indescribable chill went straight into his bones.

The feeling is obviously different.

Zhou Leng withdrew his hand, and there was no change on the surface of his skin.

"Amazing..." Emerald Wing saw with his own eyes that after the Grandmaster Puppet went in, its body was immediately covered with thin ice, which quickly thickened, freezing it alive.

The smile on Frosthand's face deepened.

Zhou Leng took out the potion and drank it all.

A slight chill arises in the body.

The coolness spreads to the skin, forming a white protective layer on the surface of the skin.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath, took out a thick leather coat from his magic bag, put it on, and took a step into the palace.

The biting coldness came over me, and it felt like an ordinary person without any clothes on, directly exposed to the winter temperature of minus 40 degrees Celsius.

In an instant, my whole body was frozen.

The leather jacket was of no use.

The chill here is not cold in the ordinary sense, but a kind of strange power.

The true Qi circulates naturally and fills the whole body.

But, it's useless.

Zhou Leng immediately activated the icy power in his dantian.

All the coldness left the body like the receding tide.

Frosty Hand's eyes widened as he stared at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the palace and went to the emerald crown.

The giant dragon, which was fifteen meters long, was frozen into an ice sculpture and could not move.

The fear and unwillingness in his eyes were also frozen at that moment.

The future successor to the Demigod Dragon King died here.

Zhou Leng looked at the other masters, some were demons and some were giants.

Zhou Leng looked at the magic bags on their waists.

He took out a sharp spike and used it to punch the ice on them.

Keng...

Not a single piece of ice left, not even a trace.

Zhou Leng shook his head and put away the spike.

Emerald Wing sighed.

Zhou Leng looked around.

This is an ice palace with huge icicles and statues of dragons standing on both sides, and scenes of ancient wars engraved on the walls.

At the end of the palace is not a throne, but a concave mausoleum hall with three huge crystal coffins placed inside.

Zhou Leng did not go directly to the mausoleum inside, but looked around carefully and looked at the murals.

The first mural records the birth of a child. As soon as he was born, a tornado blew up in the sky.

On the tornado, there is a suit of ice armor.

In the second mural, the child is obviously still young, looking like a giant of four or five years old, wearing armor and killing a congenital dragon with his bare hands.

The third mural shows a young frost giant wearing ice armor, leading a group of giants in a massacre, with dragon corpses strewn across the ground.

In the fourth mural, a young frost giant sits on a majestic frost throne, accepting salutes from giants from all sides.

The fifth mural... The sixth mural...

Zhou Leng looked at the second to last mural.

In the mural, a white oval gate appeared, with countless distorted lights emerging from the surrounding area.

The old frost giant, dressed in armor, bowed in salute.

Zhou Leng stared at the white oval door for a long time, then looked at the last painting.

The last painting is different from the others.

More detailed, more grand.

Avalanche Plateau is at the end of that painting.

A ray of light descended.

Under the skylight, a huge human-shaped light with twelve ice wings stood in front.

These twelve Ice-Winged Light Men held a pair of small Ice-Wing statues in their hands.

The old frost giant stretched out his hands and lowered his head to take it.

Around the frost giant stood a dense crowd of giants holding weapons.

They seemed to be going on a war.

After reading about the life of the King of Armor, Zhou Leng pondered over it again and again.

There is a huge amount of information contained in it.

This King of Armor not only conquered the dragon world, but also went to the devil's prison. His life experience was extremely rich.

There were even alien races that had never been seen before.

The giant world back then participated in another war of the ten realms.

If the mural is not exaggerating, this King of Armor is likely to be more powerful than most of the known demigods and martial saints.

The twelve-winged light man in the last mural may be the messenger of the God of Ice and Snow, or the incarnation of God on earth.

After a while, Zhou Leng walked inside.

Finally, standing outside the mausoleum hall.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Leng first said in Giant language: "I am Zhou Leng, an ally of the Giant Clan. I originally came here to participate in the trial, but was forced to enter this place by the enemy. I have no ill intentions. But the evil people threatened me that I must take the token of the God of Ice and Snow. I beg Your Majesty the King of Armor to forgive me."

Afterwards, Zhou Leng pronounced it using the divine language.

The three huge ice coffins showed no reaction.

Zhou Leng then looked towards the large mausoleum room inside.

The ice coffin is huge and the mausoleum hall is wide.

Treasures are hung on three walls.

On the wall in the middle, there is a pair of ice wings hanging, crystal clear and lifelike.

On the left side of Bingyi, there is a set of snow-white ice armor.

On the right side of Ice Wing hangs a huge battle axe.

Zhou Leng chose to believe the contents of the mural.

The greed in my heart is fleeting.

Even the power of the Orc High Earth Flower can protect itself, not to mention the King of Armor whose strength far exceeds that of the High Earth Flower.

Zhou Leng stood there for a long time, but there was no response.

I made up my mind and walked into the door.

An indescribable chill suddenly came over me.

Click...

A thin layer of ice emerged from under the feet and quickly spread upwards.

Then, a second layer of ice appeared, and then moved upwards...

Layer upon layer, rising upwards.

Zhou Leng was horrified and quickly withdrew his energy.

Useless.

What froze his body was not ordinary cold, but the surging power of a demigod. "Sure enough, the power of a demigod..."

The images of the masters who had been frozen to death emerged in Zhou Leng’s mind.

Even the master is dead, so what does it matter if I die here?

Feeling the layers of ice climbing up and wrapping around him, Zhou Leng did not give up and used all his strength to practice the Zhenhai Jue.

useless.

Visualize a cosmic tsunami.

useless.

Visualize the broken stele of Zhenhai.

useless.

Visualize the giant frost tree...

Click...

The first layer of ice enveloped Zhou Leng's entire body.

Zhou Leng turned into an ice sculpture.

When Frost Hand and Emerald Wing outside the corridor saw this scene, the smiles on their faces disappeared.

A long sigh.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

The Wing of Ice in the middle of the mausoleum wall glowed faintly.

The light flowed and fell on Zhou Leng.

The ice on Zhou Leng's body melted away completely.

Emerald Wings and Frost Hands were breathing rapidly.

Zhou Leng looked at the pair of ice wings.

A giant transparent shadow sat up from the ice coffin in the middle.

"Are you her messenger?" The giant shadow stared at Zhou Leng with lifeless eyes, as if he was looking at him from ancient times, long and endless.

Zhou Leng answered truthfully what happened.

The giant light and shadow raised his eyes to look outside, then looked at Zhou Leng.

"I see……"

The giant light and shadow raised his hand, and divine light descended from the sky, covering Zhou Leng.

Part of the divine light merged into Zhou Leng's body, and part of it wrapped around Zhou Leng and disappeared.

The giant light and shadow turned his head to look at Ice Wing, then lay down again.

Emerald Wings and Frost Hands looked at each other.

Emerald Wing stared at the huge figure of Emerald Crown, sighed, and said, "What a pity, he really has no chance with the Ice and Snow Divine Cult."

Frost Hand smiled and said, "Why am I here?"

"Following the trail of the God of Ice and Snow."

"The results of it?"

"You can't get in." said Emerald Wing.

“No, I found it.”

Emerald Wing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Go back to the Ice and Snow God Church. I want to recommend a high-ranking priest." Frost Hand turned and walked out.

Emerald Wing turned his head to look at the Emerald Crown and muttered quietly, "When will it be my turn to have a good meal..."

Emerald Wing trotted a few steps and approached Frost Hand.

"Master, I heard that the fifty-year protection period for humans is approaching, and the Demon Prison is preparing to 'summon the alien god' to come. Does that mean I can no longer go to the human world to sell my secret book?"

Frost Hand glanced at Emerald Wing and asked, "Did you know this from Crimson Eyes?"

Emerald Wing nodded hesitantly.

"Your queen is such a big mouth, she says everything. Forget about this kind of thing, I guess the human leaders can guess it. The recent movements of the human martial arts school are already preparing for the final battle."

"Master, what will it be like after the Ten Realms War is over?"

Frost Hand sighed softly and said, "If you're lucky, you'll be like a dragon world or a giant world, and it will remain the same. If you're unlucky, it will become a layer of the devil's prison, and everyone will fall into demonism. If your luck is even worse..."

Frosty Hands said nothing more.

"What about the victorious side?"

Frost Hand smiled and said, "Then I don't know. I only know that the benefits are huge."

In a flash of light, Zhou Leng found himself in the midst of strong winds and heavy snow.

Stones fell on me from all directions.

Looking around, I saw a vast expanse of white snow and wind, and I couldn't see anything more than a few dozen meters away.

The ground is flat.

The temperature was colder than on the snow slopes and the wind was stronger.

The body was blown backwards by the wind.

Avalanche Plateau.

In order to avoid being discovered by the giant examiner, Zhou Leng took off his coat, identified the direction, covered his face with his arms, and ran quickly forward.

While running, I recalled everything that happened before.

The wall full of treasures appeared in my mind, and I felt very regretful.

This time, it seems like we are returning empty-handed.

But on second thought, I didn't return empty-handed, but saved a life.

Zhou Leng's mood quickly improved.

However, there seemed to be some power of the King of Armor remaining in his body, but it did not seem to belong to him and was slowly dissipating.

Deep in the snow, a huge arena stands.

It was windy and snowy outside, but it was warm as spring in the arena, with no wind or snow.

Thousands of trial participants sat on the floor of the arena, each of them looked listless and as if they had just died.

Even the giants who were capable of making noise and fighting lowered their heads.

Zhang Xinglie, Shanheyuan, Shanhe Oak, Rongchui and Heitong sat there silently for a long time.

After a long time, Zhang Xinglie looked at the black barrel.

"Please help me collect information about the Ice and Snow Cult. I want to know more about them."

"Okay." Black Barrel nodded without hesitation.

"Call me when you take action." Shanheyuan said.

"And me." Mountain Oak and Melt Hammer said in unison.

Zhang Xinglie nodded and looked outside the arena, at the snow and wind.

Not far away, there were trial teams from various races scattered around.

There were more than 20 people in Lou Feiqiong's team, but now there are only three left.

"Xiao Lou, it seems that Zhou Leng, the man you were very optimistic about, was originally in Zhang Xinglie's team, but he's gone now."

Lou Feiqiong looked at Zhang Xinglie and others.

Lou Feiqiong sighed and said, "I originally thought that Zhou Leng would become one of the leaders of the new generation, but unfortunately, an accident happened."

"Maybe he didn't have enough strength."

(End of this chapter)