The Path Toward Heaven

In the far north, at the other end of the Mohai Sea, there is a mountain that rises abruptly from the snowfield. There is no people and it is extremely desolate.

The so-called mountains, in fact, the distance between each peak is very far, it looks like a beetle drilled out of flour.

The snowy field is white, but the mountain is black. The color is extremely simple. If you look for a long time, your eyes will be a little uncomfortable.

It is said that here was the ancestral home of the Wansong faction, and was later destroyed by the biggest tide of beasts, leaving no traces left.

It is almost approaching the edge of the snow country, and it is still extremely cold even in early summer.

In particular, the squall wind above the high-altitude clouds is as cold as a knife. It is difficult to support the sword for a long time whether it is Yujian or Yubao volley flight. It can be isolated from the cold flight because it is slower and too dangerous. Only treasure can travel freely here.

If a practitioner is flying at a high altitude, or falls on the highest lonely peak in the northwest direction, and looks northward, you can see the thousands of miles of snowfield, and there will be fluctuations in the atmosphere of heaven and earth. Especially around those black mountains, every now and then, you can see the gale tearing the dangling lead clouds, Jianguang and Baoguang intersect each other, and the snowfield surface stirs a snowstorm like a tornado, and it is intertwined with harshness. Listening to the screams and the deep roar, looking like countless fireworks.

——The young practitioners participating in the Meihui Dao battle are hunting and hunting snow monsters.

There is a lonely mountain surrounded by a quiet mountain, and the mountain is even more silent,

Jing Jiu sat somewhere between the cliffs, watching the snowfield in the distance, silent.

There was still some winter snow on the peak, and his eyelashes were frosted, but it was not early morning and it was already twilight.

There was a cave hundreds of feet away, and there was a bonfire in it, and four young practitioners sat around it.

The bonfire was clearly lit, and the fire had not yet fully started. The light fell on their young faces, a little dark, making the anxiety more clear.

A cold-looking young man in a white robe, stood up, walked outside the cave, and glanced at Jing Jiu's location.

After a while, he walked back and shook his head.

This person is Xuan Tianzong's disciple Lu Jin, who is good at fire-based exercises and is best suited to fight in severe cold environments. It is extremely important.

The square-faced young man sitting next to him frowned slightly and sighed with disappointment.

He is called Wu Mingzhong, but he is a young disciple without grace. He repairs an extremely rare sword and shield, which can provide an excellent barrier. He is also very dissatisfied with the situation facing the current team. Relationships are hard to say.

After all, some people couldn't help it. The young practitioner was called Dai Yin, but a young disciple focused on by the Kunlun School.

He was dressed in black with a cyan ribbon around his waist. It is a magic weapon of the Kunlun School. It is said to be made from the long bones of the barley, which is extremely powerful.

Dai Yin's eyebrows were straight, just like he said: "If he doesn't want to leave tomorrow morning, then we will leave him."

Lu Jin and Wu Mingzhong did not speak. The remaining girl was hesitant and said, "Would you wait any longer? After all, it's a senior. You may think more carefully than us. Besides, he can take the first place in chess. Low, when he heard that when Qingshan tried his sword, even Brother Gu Han won. "

"I want to know, too, the senior teacher of the Aoyama Sect, who hides here every day and refuses to go out. What is he thinking?"

Dai Yin looked at her with a sneer and said, "I don't know what his real strength is, but what if we stay with him like this?"

The girl is called Yin Qingmo, and she is a disciple of Xinglou, who uses the star pot as a magic weapon, and she is generally an indispensable role in each Dao squad.

Listening to Dai Yin said so directly, the other three people including her were silent.

The question is, who is going to talk to that person?

The bonfire fell on their faces and kept changing.

"Since it is my proposal, then I will come!" Dai Yin gritted his teeth.

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Jing Jiu glanced at the young Kunlun disciple.

Ten days after traveling, he remembered that the other party's name was Dai Yin.

"I don't feel right, stay for a few more days ..."

He thought about it, adding: "I recommend."

"What if we don't want to accept your suggestion?"

Dai Yin stared at his eyes and asked, his expression was obviously a little nervous.

Jing Jiu's status is far higher than them, and he is a celebrity, the key is that the reputation is not very good.

The monks attending the May Fair all knew all the things that had happened in Chaoge City, and were guessing whether the Qingtian Division official was forced to death by him.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "Let's leave tomorrow."

Back in the cliff cave, Dai Yin kicked the bonfire with annoyance.

The companions were surprised, and quickly asked what had happened. Did Jing Jiu strongly demand that everyone must stay in the mountains?

"It's nothing."

Dai Yin said pantingly.

His mood is really bad.

Knowing this, why did he put up with it a few days ago, and after so many days of delay, where can the Dao results still be better?

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The twilight disappeared quickly, the night came, the snow clouds gradually dispersed, the stars shone down the cliffs, but added a bit of chill.

Jing Jiu looked at Xueyuan quietly, without feeling.

This is the last line of defense of the Terrans for countless years, but this is the first time he has actually come here.

The main reason why he came to participate in the Dao war was to try to find that person, as Zhao Layue said, although there was no hot pot here.

The assassination of Mingcui Valley, the shadow of Bu Lao Lin and the underworld, the smell hidden behind these things made him a little disturbed.

That man wanted to kill Zhao Layue was well understood, just like many years ago-he wanted to prove to Jing Jiu that his path was correct.

At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to let Jiulai come to see this cold and cruel snowy field with his own eyes.

What's the point in it?

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In the early morning, the group left Gushan and set foot on the snowy field.

The other teams participating in the Daoist battle have gone far into the depths of the snow field, leaving them far behind.

Theoretically, the snowfield that has been cleaned up by the contestants should be safe, but they are still very careful.

I don't know if it happened or how. Five people, including Jing Jiu, had no experience in Daoist fighting.

A sudden exclaimed sound.

The young girl named Yin Qingmo rushed away to avoid something, panicked and forgot to call out the star pot for defense.

Dai Yin looked at her original standing position, frowned, and said, "The snow fetus's ovum is not dangerous, it is not a record, and it is useless to kill too many."

After saying this, he took the lead and walked forward, looking very confident.

It was late spring when leaving Chaoge City ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is now summer, and the temperature in the north of the Mohai Sea is relatively high. At this time, most snowfield monsters will fall asleep.

Jingjiu went there, wiping his sleeves to wipe off the ice and snow, and glanced at him—the ovum was about the size of a fist, and the surface was covered with a layer of translucent white film. You can still see some green fur on the slime, which looks very disgusting.

He reached up and picked it up, and felt a slight suction when his fingers touched the egg.

He thought it was interesting, and took a closer look before him.

Yin Qingmo looked pale at this scene and felt sick, thinking what was so good about something so ugly?

(End of this chapter)

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