When I first looked at it from a distance, I didn't feel how majestic the palace was. When I got closer, I realized that the palace in front of me was so tall and majestic. Every corner made of ice and snow was beautiful, exuding dreamy colors under the sunlight.
However, such beauty is obviously not something that a rough guy like Madara can appreciate. He is more concerned about whether there will be any danger after entering Ice Palace?
The sixth sense he had cultivated by wandering between life and death for a long time did not warn him, so Madara could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then carefully led Kurama into it.
Madara, who had just stepped into it, looked around alertly and found that there was silence and no trace of the two Spirit Beast just now.
After Madara observed carefully, he discovered that in the wide front hall of the palace, there was a huge corridor with no end in sight, and there were stairs made of ice on both sides leading to the underground.
Needless to say, those two Spirit Beast must have gone directly to the center along the promenade in the middle! Although Madara planned to explore here, after careful consideration he decided not to provoke them for the time being, and prepared to pick a random direction and walk towards the side stairs.
The sound of Madara's footsteps echoed throughout the silent staircase corridor, which seemed a little strange.
Just when Madara saw that the front became wider and was about to take the last step away from this staircase, a biting cold air suddenly hit his face, causing a light layer of white frost to form on Madara's brow.
Madara was caught off guard and took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling as if his internal organs were frozen into ice in an instant.
not good!
Madara circulated the Chakra and Soul Power in his body to minimize the impact of the bone-deep cold on himself. A fireball the size of a fist appeared in his hand but did not take away the slightest bit of chill.
Kurama Seeing that something was wrong, he was about to pounce on Madara and pull Madara back, but he didn't expect that he had just stepped in, and the warm fur all over his body seemed to be as useless as a piece of paper.
"Okay, it's so cold!" Kurama's whole body was shaking like chaff, and he could no longer control his frozen body in just a moment.
A huge life and death crisis instantly enveloped Kurama and Madara.
"There's something wrong with this cold!" Madara gritted his teeth and raised the cheek muscles on his face, trying his best to resist the erosion of the cold.
Shinra Bansho. Amaterasu!
The fireball in Madara's hand seemed to be extinguished at any moment, instantly turning black and exuding terrifying fluctuations.
Under Madara's full force, the Sisi black flame instantly turned into a raging fire and began to fill the entire room.
cold! It's really cold! I want more warmth!
Madara was rebuffing this thought in his mind now, as if the cold air had slowed down his thinking.
The Amaterasu flame burned more and more vigorously, and finally emitted a Sisi warmth, making Madara feel like a drowning person grabbing the last straw to save his life.
Just when the flames of Amaterasu black flames licked Madara's palm mercilessly, the slight burning sting instantly restored Madara's consciousness to a trace of clarity.
"No! Break it for me!" Madara quickly bit the tip of his tongue, a sweet and fishy taste came from his mouth, and immediately started running his own Mangekyō Sharingan, pushing it like crazy regardless of consumption.
The severe chill receded like the tide, and all the scenes of the biting cold wind in front of me were shattered like glass. All of this was an illusion.
From the coldness of the soul? How terrifying!
Madara was breathing heavily at this time. Even in Extreme North, the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat. The crisis of his life hanging by a thread seemed to bring him back to the fragile period when he was fighting in Shinobi World when he was young.
"Ah! Take your Amaterasu flame back!" Kurama accidentally caught a wisp of black sparks on one of its tails, and it instantly ignited, screaming in pain.
Madara came back to his senses and waved slightly, and all the Amaterasu black flames flew up and gathered in Madara's hand, as if they had been called, and finally condensed into a small black fire ball, which was extinguished by Madara's pinch.
However, at this time, the side halls of the palace were covered with devastation, and there were traces of flames burning everywhere. Most of the staircase walls made of ice and snow had melted away.
"You really can't take it lightly here!" Madara secretly warned himself.
At this time, Madara originally thought that his Amaterasu flame was so powerful that everything in the side hall would be burned, but he did not expect that some things would survive.
It was a Banana Leaf that looked very much like War Fan. It looked dry black. After picking it up, it was unexpectedly heavy. Madara knocked it with his own War Fan and it actually made a sound of gold and iron.
"Wait! This seems to be the remains of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!" Kurama exclaimed in surprise after feeling it.
"The remains of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? It's a good thing! It's not bad to take it back and use it as raw material to reforge War Fan!" Madara thought with great satisfaction.
Madara's War Fan accompanied him in his battles in the past few years, and fought countless thrilling battles involving life and death. As Madara's strength increases, the texture of War Fan has gradually failed to keep up with the intensity of Madara's battles. Although he is still using it, it will become bumpy every time he uses it, and he has to rely on Tang San to repair it afterwards.
Now, after getting this raw material, which is similar in size and shape to War Fan, and putting it in the hands of Tang San, we can finally upgrade it.
Although Madara said that he had gone through a lot of adventures, he had finally gained something, and this trip was not in vain.
Click, click, click!
Sudden clicking sounds came from all directions in the side hall, and fine cracks spread rapidly like growing branches.
"Not good! This place should collapse soon!" Kurama looked up at the tiny pieces of ice falling from time to time above his head, and said as he kept avoiding them.
Seeing that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, Madara rushed toward the stairs he came from without any hesitation, taking Kurama with him.
The moment one person and one fox left the side hall, the originally rock-solid side hall collapsed, and countless ice dust was stirred up as the ground trembled.
"Ahem! Let's leave as soon as possible!" Kurama spat out the ice shards that had just been sucked into his mouth, shook off the ice shavings stuck to his body, and coughed.
"It's too late now!" Madara said in a deep voice as he looked at the two figures hiding in front, slowly pulled out the sickle and War Fan from behind.
"I just felt that there were a few little bugs following behind me! It's true!" The scorpion was obviously extremely irritable, and uttered words with malice toward humans.
Giant Scorpion turned around, stared at Kurama with a pair of small blue eyes, and said with hatred, "Are you Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast too? You actually colluded with human beings! It's really a shame for us Soul Beast Clan!"