Dream Guide - #723 - Chapter 720 Song of Ice and Fire

The sky was full of fire trees, with burning branches everywhere.

Huang Liang felt like he had entered a fire purgatory, like setting off a fire in the primeval Amazon forest or the eucalyptus forest on the east coast of Australia.

Itnut looked solemn, holding the Ice Soul in his hand straight in front of him, and murmuring something. A large amount of spiritual power kept pouring into the void, condensing into layers of ice around him, which turned into a misty white mist when it collided with the burning heat around him.

The fog is getting thicker, and snowflakes are actually floating in the sky.

This is a very strange sight.

Heavy snow was flying in the air and fell on the burning branches. It stuck to them, but was not burned away. It only emitted white smoke, but the fire on the tree did not go out. Instead, the flames intensified, as if falling into the fire. It’s not snow, it’s oil.

The branches and leaves burned up in the fire and turned into fire rain falling all over the sky. They complemented the snowflakes in the sky and turned into two different worlds, one fire and one snow.

Huang Liang was just suffering from the smoke of fireworks, and was attacked by the cold air of heavy snow. Although I know clearly that these are the hot and cold memories awakened by the power of the spirit, the feeling of hot and cold that is magnified to the extreme is really painful.

He was a little worried. After all, this was an ice sheet. According to Hong Kui’s previous judgment, this place should be near the North Magnetic Pole of the Elizabeth Islands. Of course, it is also possible that they have already reached another world of nothingness through that heavenly road.

In this world of ice and snow, the power of cold is endless. And what Aoki can rely on, apart from his own strength, is probably the nine suns in the sky that come from nowhere.

Huang Liang looked up through the gap between snowflakes and fire rain, and saw the nine suns, which were like nine fireballs hanging on the branches. Eight of them hung in eight directions on the periphery, connected with the burning branches. , like a burning spider web.

There is another one hanging on the treetop in the middle, which looks a little different.

He looked carefully and vaguely saw a black spot inside the fireball in the middle, moving around like a baby bird about to break out of its shell.

The snow is falling harder and harder, and the fire is getting more intense. He felt uncomfortable with the cold and extremely hot. Gradually, his body became stiff and his eyes became a little blurry.

As he expected, the power of ice and snow was infinite. It was as if firefighters were flying helicopters to put out fires in the air, and the fires in many places began to shrink.

The flames on some branches finally extinguished and turned into scorched dead branches, and large tracts of woods dimmed. Only the trunk of the big tree was still burning with raging fire, trying its best to resist the steady flow of ice and snow in the void.

Itnut did not dare to relax at all. He still tensed his body, holding the ice soul high. His eyes were fixed on the huge fire tree.

It seemed that he had the right time and place, and the advantage was entirely on his side, but he was unable to completely overwhelm the opponent.

He can suppress the flame, but he cannot suppress the power of life.

When the fire burns out one branch and breaks another branch, another branch will soon stick out from the main trunk.

The power of this life is unique to the soul of wood.

This is the most basic spiritual quality that constitutes life, stripped from Gaia’s consciousness. It is precisely because of this spiritual quality that life can continue to grow and reproduce.

The power of this wood fueled the momentum of fire, greatly strengthening the power of the half fire soul that was originally difficult to resist with the complete ice soul. Even if Itnut occupied the right time and place, in this ice and snow world Here, the fire tree can still resist the ice and snow in the sky tenaciously.

The power of ice and fire is stuck like this.

Suddenly, a big black bird emerged from the sun on the top of the tree canopy. It was covered in golden flames, spread its wings, flew up with a splash, and landed on a cold branch in the distance. The flames ignited from under his feet and quickly ignited the entire branch.

It flapped its wings again and flew elsewhere, with golden flames splashing everywhere along with its wings.

It was like a flowing fireball, a sun that was scurrying around. Wherever it went, the woods that had been extinguished started to burn again, and the raging flames burned to the horizon again.

Itnut was trying his best to suppress Aoki and had no spare power to deal with the flaming golden crow. He could only watch him destroy the victory he had just achieved.

It didn’t take long for all the fire woods that had been extinguished to burn again.

As soon as the heavy snow fell, the Golden Crow flew over. It completely makes up for the original weakness of fire.

At a certain moment when it reached balance, the Fiery Golden Crow suddenly let out two strange screams and pounced towards Itnut.

Itnut saw a huge golden fireball like the sun, smashing towards him. He did not dare to underestimate it, and hurriedly gathered his energy, and an ice ball of the same size condensed on the tip of the ice soul.

But just when he was distracted, the originally stalemate situation in Huoshu Forest changed.

The giant mulberry tree took advantage of the pressure to lessen, and the power that had been contracted within the trunk suddenly exploded. Countless huge branches suddenly twisted and grew, entangled like fire pythons, and suddenly enveloped Itnut’s body.

Itnut was shocked. He waved the ice soul in his hand, and the ice ball exploded, freezing all the branches and vines wrapped around his body. Then he shook his body, shattering them and shaking them to the ground. .

However, at this time, he couldn’t care about the fireball that was coming towards him.

The fireball hit him, like a supernova exploding in the icy space at absolute zero. The flames and rays were instantly cooled in the low temperature, and finally turned into a basin of exploding ice mist.

Itnut appeared to be unscathed.

But he stood there stiffly, motionless, only lowering his head to look at his own chest.

A light flashed in his chest. Then the light became bigger and bigger, forming a hole of light in his chest.

A crow flew out of the light hole, croaking. In its claws it held a heart as black as its feathers.

Itnut stretched out his skinny claws and grabbed the crow, trying to take back the heart and put it back into his chest.

But the crow had quickly flown away, throwing the black heart into the blazing fire.

The ice soul fell to the ground with a clang.

The fire and rain dissipated, the wind and snow subsided, and everything returned to its original state.

On this quiet ice field, the air is clear and cloudless, with only the nine strange suns still hanging high in the sky.

Aoki stood quietly, like a pine tree rooted on an iceberg. The windbreaker on his body fluttered gently in the breeze blowing from the ice field.

The crow croaked and landed on Aoki’s head.

The echo of croaking echoed from the distant glacial gorges.

Yitenut clutched his chest and slowly fell down. His body quickly shriveled up and turned into a withered black mummy.