The Path Toward Heaven

Bai Zao's voice was soft and his expression was mild, but his companions listened very carefully, were patient, and seemed very convincing.

This is the case even for cedar pines.

The strength of this team's members is relatively ordinary. In addition to Bai Zao, the strongest is Song Songshan.

There is no such superpower as Luo Huainan, there is no Tonglu, or Nanshan and Gu Han have been killing gods in previous years, but their achievements in Dao battle are very good. Xunmeitu has completed most of it, and has been praised by Zenzi.

Bai Zao's ability to calculate and direct is too strong, and the affinity and persuasion in his expressions are enough to make all his colleagues believe her judgment.

This is probably the natural leader.

Because of her calmness, her companion, who was somewhat disturbed by the news of the A. elegans, also calmed down and began to arrange the array.

Bai Zao looked up and looked at the mountain shadow in the distance.

The cold wind blew up again, rolled with snow particles, and hit her white veil.

The disciple girl disciple asked with her eyes if she wanted to get a blanket.

Bai Zao smiled and shook her head to signal that her hands were tight.

She wasn't as confident as she was.

That Kunlun disciple named Dai Yin died too early.

However, since the road war has not stopped, it should not be a problem of beast tide, and there will not be too much danger.

Then she remembered something, her lips were slightly angled, and she smiled happily, asking her companions, "Where have they been today?"

Xi Songshan took the instrument from a companion and glanced at her, walking to her, with a strange expression on her face, "There are more than 60 miles from us."

A few days ago, they and their team discovered that one of the teams had a strange walking trajectory, which seemed to be coming towards them.

That team's speed is not particularly fast, but if you continue this way, you will meet in two days, just in front of the black mountain shadow in the north.

Although the competition in Daoist is fierce, it is impossible for human practitioners to kill each other.

Hamamatsu's weird face was certainly not vigilant, but because Jing Jiu was in that team.

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The morning light came late.

Bai Zao and his team continued to march deep into the snowfield, hunting for snow monsters.

The front must be more dangerous, but this is the meaning of Daoist.

The twilight came early.

The companions gathered around Bai Zao and began to listen to her gentle voice.

Today they hunted down two ordinary snow-footed beasts. They were very cautious when fighting, for fear of accidents.

But in the carapace of the prey, they found no ears and no A. elegans.

The companions dispersed to prepare for the formation.

Bai Zao sat in the snow and thought about it, giving birth to more puzzles.

Why did so many practitioners who participated in the Dao battle not encounter A. elegans, but let Jing Jiu et al.

She asked subconsciously, "Where has Jiu Jiu been?"

Gong Songshan glanced at the instrument and said, "There are more than thirty miles away from us, southwest."

The other three companions looked at each other, and then looked at Han Songshan.

They knew that Bai Zao was very concerned about the team's route, but today she was not asking them but Jing Jiu, what does it mean?

"Don't look at me. I really don't know anything."

幺 Songshan said: "As far as I know, Uncle Jingjiu and Uncle Layue traveled the mountain for two years, and they practiced in Qingshan in the rest of the time. I have never met outsiders."

They just remembered, yeah, there's a Zhao Layue in Qingshan.

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The morning light came later than yesterday.

During the day, their group did not encounter any snow country monsters, and even snow stopped.

The world is quiet, or dead silence.

The black mountains that were getting closer and closer seemed so quiet and intimidating.

There is a canyon in the middle of the Black Mountains, which can lead to farther places, which is the real snow country.

Bai Zao looked there and gave a strong warning sign, saying, "Ignite."

Twilight came earlier than yesterday.

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It was night, and according to the habits of the previous days, Jing Jiu should have stopped, but today he did not, so the three Yin Qingmo continued to move forward.

Jing Jiu walked in the back.

The cooperation of the three young practitioners has been very tacit, and these days have not encountered such a monster as the nematode.

He spread his palm, and the little beetle jumped to his palm.

The shell of the small beetle is still pure white, but after a few days it will look a lot harder and no longer as fragile and tender as it was at birth.

Jing Jiu noticed that the longer it stayed in the cold wind, or the lower the external temperature, the faster the hardening of the carapace.

As for what the little beetle eats, he doesn't know yet, because he hasn't managed the matter, anyway, it is still alive.

He suddenly felt something, retracted his palm, and said, "Someone was under siege."

The three men stopped and looked at him in surprise.

At this time there can be no evil practitioners on the snowy field, they will only be companions participating in the Daoist war.

Wu Mingzhong asked: "Where is it? How far?"

"Northeast, Eleven Miles."

Jing Jiu said it without looking.

There was originally where he was going, and he did not stop when night fell, and it was for this reason.

Yin Qingmo said slightly, "What should I do?"

After walking on the snow field for so many days, the three young practitioners are not as nervous as they were at first, but after all, they have not experienced a battle these days. The only impression is the scene of the death of Dai Yin that day, suddenly Knowing that a competitor participating in a road battle was besieged by monsters, he felt a sense of timidity subconsciously.

Jing Jiujie lowered the iron sword behind him and said, "You stay here, I'll check it out."

If it is normal, it takes only a moment to walk the sword for more than ten miles, but this place is already the abdomen of the snowfield. Although these days are weird without snow clouds, the squall wind in the sky is even more violent, and it is getting closer and closer to the ground. The sword can only be tens of feet away from the ground, and it is easy to be attacked by those amazing monsters.

Yin Qingmo's three looked at each other, UU reading www.uukanshu. Comm determined to say, "Let's go together."

Jing Jiu was slightly surprised.

Wu Mingzhong called out the sword and shield.

Four people stepped up.

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An extremely cold wind blew from the canyon, and the flames in the fire were crushed and were about to disappear.

A pearl rose to the night sky, emitting a milky light, illuminating the ground of more than 100 square meters.

Bai Zai was sitting on the snow, and Bai Sha was spotty with blood spots. He was very weak, and he suffered a minor injury.

There were strange sounds all around the night, like metal rubbing, and broken gongs vibrating at high speed.

She knew it was the snowfoot beasts rubbing against each other with sharp, hard forelimbs, which was a signal of an attack.