"Meng Qing?"
Bing Ning was astonished.
From that direction, the extreme essence of ice and snow surged like a vast wilderness current, counteracting against the heavens, while a cold and proud figure, reborn from transformation, gently floated.
It was indeed Meng Qing, but she was utterly different from before.
Her eyes were lightly closed, with the essence of ice and snow gathering, forming a pair of massive bright blue wings behind her. Her skin seemed to have metamorphosed with divine power, turning her flesh into an ice crystal sculpture, inherently cold yet perfectly natural.
Her black hair wafted freely within the essence of ice and snow, gradually turning bright blue, silky and pristine.
"What's happened to her?" Liu Xi and Hao Kun, both at the peak of Great Saint, could barely maintain their consciousness, and were shocked by Meng Qing's transformation.
