Bright Moon Frost Man

The crisp sound of the ice exploding on the Hanjiang River pierced the morning mist. Shen Jinghong stood in the middle of the river, the token in his palm trembling. In the gap between the black iron and the shell, the words "Shou" and "Hai" flowed like living things, except for the hollow hole in the center, which was dark and dark, like a spying eye - it fit perfectly with the gap in the shell beach formation diagram, exactly where the Dinghai Divine Needle should be.​ "There is half a divine needle buried under the black ice in Guixu Cave." Young Master Canghai's shell strings drew blue fire on the deck, carving the channel on the waves. The yellowed logbook was photographed in front of Shen Jinghong, and the Yinyang Lake in the cross-section was glowing with ink. "Three hundred years ago, I sent my ancestors to use their essence and blood as a contract to seal the magic needle in the ice eye. Unfortunately..." The fire marks on the edge of the log suddenly glowed with black air, which was the poison of the mysterious water poison.​ On the third night of the boat trip, "Shui Jing Zhu" opened by itself in the cabin. The awakening petals between the pages suddenly burst out, and the pink mist condensed in the candlelight to form the topography of the cave. Shen Jinghong's fingertips touched the annotation "Xuanbing is three feet long, and the magic needle controls water". The ink suddenly spread out, and a few lines of blood words appeared: "The poison corrodes the bones, but only the innocent heart can break it." The place where the blood words disappeared happened to mark the coordinates of the Xuanbing seal.​ The entrance to Guixu Cave is hidden deep in Langya Reef, and the water mist surges into hundreds of Gu worm shadows, which emit a shrill scream when they touch the green light of the token. Shen Jinghong split the fog barrier with his horizontal sword. The words "Guixu" on the stone gate had been chewed away by the sea water until only the bones were left. Only the dark lines between the strokes were still pulsing, resonating with the "Inheritance" notches on the inside of the token, making a buzzing sound like a bell.​ The stalactites in the cave are like weapons that have become refined.