Wenling's right hand suddenly strangled Zhang Yang's neck and raised his entire body from the ground. Zhang Daren's face quickly turned purple. Wenling said: "Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?"

Zhang Yang was speechless, and the veins on his forehead burst out. Wen Ling threw him heavily to the ground and said sternly: "If you dare to play tricks with me again, I will break your neck."

Zhang Daguanren squatted there and coughed loudly. In this life, and in his previous life, he had never been bullied by women like this, and he was so cowardly! In fact, the moment Wen Ling dragged his neck, he naturally used the breathing skills of the Mahayana Sect in his body. The true energy that was originally scattered in his body successfully gathered together and was included in his dantian by him. This was a huge surprise for Zhang Yang. After his internal force was sucked away by An Yuchen, the biggest problem he faced was that his internal force could not be gathered. Of course, he could not exert force without internal breath in the dantian. Even if he knew about the Mahayana Sect, it was like having an explosive barrel in his hand. If no one ignited the fuse, the explosive barrel would never be able to exert its maximum power. Wen Ling acted as the role of igniting the fuse.

Wen Ling didn't know that she had helped Zhang Yang a lot, and she shouted loudly: "Little monk, if you don't come back, I'll cut off his fingers hard, I'll give you three minutes!" Her voice was sent far away along the mountain wind and echoed in the deep mountains for a long time.

When Zhang Daren heard this, he didn't expect that this level was so good that Wenling's internal strength would definitely be able to spread far away. The little lama Doji would probably hear her words again.

Zhang Yang said: "Sister Ling, he is just a child. He will leave after he leaves. I will take you there!" He spoke loudly, but unfortunately he was not angry enough and could not send out his voice.

Of course Wen Ling knew his intentions. He wanted to remind the little lama not to be fooled.

Wen Ling sneered: "Zhang Yang, you have repeatedly challenged my patience. Are you not afraid of death, or do you think I really won't kill you?"

Zhang Yang pretended to be thinking hard: "Tell the truth, I really can't think of a reason for you to kill me."

The voice of the little lama Dorji in the distance sounded: "I'm here, I'm here!"

Seeing the little lama running over unhurriedly, Zhang Yang was also a little moved when he was disappointed. What was disappointed was that Dorje was still trapped by Wen Ling. What was moved was that the little lama was loyal enough. He knew that he fell into the claws again when he came back, but he still ran back desperately.

Wen Ling looked at Doji coldly and said, "You dare to escape?"

Doji gasped and said, "I'm not back..."

Zhang Yang was worried that she would not be good for Dorje and stood in front of Dorje.

Fortunately, Wen Ling had no intention of calculating Duoji and whispered: "Go away!"

Zhang Yang was not strong enough, so he fell to the end of the three. The little lama walked in front. Wen Ling did not punish him for escaping. However, when Doji really wanted to urinate, Wen Ling did not allow him to go away. Doji could only turn around with his face and turned around nearby to solve the problem.

As the altitude increased, the wind became stronger and stronger. The bone-brushed cold wind mixed with ice chips from the mountain hit Zhang Yang's face, making him almost unable to open his eyes. The inner breath that had finally gathered in his dantian was carefully wandering in his body, and the air conditioner penetrated into his body. At first, Zhang Daguanren felt something was wrong. If he followed the breathing method of the Mahayana Sect, wouldn't he have to suck all the cold air around him into his body? In a short while, he would be frozen into a popsicle.

But when the cold air was actually injected into his body, he did not feel too much coldness. The cold air that penetrated into his body like a trickle of flowing into his meridians, gradually becoming stronger. The cold air flow flowed through his meridians, which made his body, whose true energy was almost exhausted, gradually relaxed. Zhang Yang understood a truth. This time, An Yuchen sucked away his internal energy, which may not be a bad thing. The breathing method of the Mahayana sap was completely different from the ordinary internal energy practice methods. Therefore, the stronger his internal energy foundation in the past, the more harmful and useless it was for the practice of the Mahayana sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

At three o'clock in the morning, they had already reached the snow line. Wen Ling looked back at Zhang Yang, who was nearly 100 meters behind, and finally decided to rest on the spot for a while. Zhang Daguanren's body was covered with wind and snow, and it seemed that he was struggling in difficulty, but in fact, his current physical condition was much better than that after An Yuchen cured tuberculosis. For others, climbing and walking was a process of physical exhaustion, but Zhang Yang did not stop practicing for a moment while consuming physical energy. This is the mystery of the Mahayana Sect. He could practice at any time without being restricted by the time environment.

After Zhang Yang sat on the sheltered ice rock, Wen Ling flew over to the top of the ice rock and looked into the distance.

The little lama Dorji and Zhang Yang sat down together and handed him the water cup.

Zhang Yang shook his head and said he didn't need it. He grabbed a handful of snowflakes on the spot and stuffed them into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "It tastes good!" Zhang Daguanren's spirit of revolutionary optimism is not overwhelming. This guy is good at having fun in difficult situations. The little lama Doji whispered: "I've left more than half of it. Do you really want to take her..." Zhang Yang stopped him with his eyes. Doji's voice could not be hidden from Wen Ling's ears. Facing this moody woman, you must be careful.

Wen Ling jumped off the ice rock and told them: "Don't play tricks anymore, otherwise I will never spare you."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Sister Ling, you treat me like this today. Are you afraid that I will take revenge on you in the future?"

Wen Ling sneered: "Do you have that ability?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Things of the world are unpredictable. Ten years from Hedong to Hexi, and the tiger still falls into the plains!" He was actually talking about himself, the tiger fell into the plains and was bullied by dogs. If it weren't for his internal strength being sucked clean by An Yuchen, Wen Ling wouldn't have had the opportunity to take advantage of it.

Wen Ling didn't hear Zhang Yang was scolding her in a circle, and said coldly: "You won't have a chance."

After hearing her say this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel shocked. Could it be that Wen Ling had murderous intentions towards her?

Although he was alert, Zhang Yang still had a heartless smile on his face: "Sister Ling, what is the rubbing I gave you? Is it martial arts? I feel that your martial arts have improved a lot recently."

Wen Ling said: "You are really good at pretending to be stupid. Chen Xue has already comprehended the seal of life and death. You are still pretending to be confused with me here."

Zhang Daguanren really didn't know that Chen Xue never told him about the life and death seal. Zhang Yang pretended to be surprised and said, "The life and death seal, are you talking about the life and death seal of encountering gods and killing gods, and encountering Buddhas?"

Wen Ling snorted coldly and ignored Zhang Yang. She thought Zhang Yang was pretending to be stupid with her. Why did Chen Xue master the seal of life and death? This is something Wen Ling couldn't understand. Last night, she attacked Chen Xue on the shore of Sangshu Lake. She suspected that Chen Xue was using the seal of life and death, but she couldn't believe it all. She only realized after fighting with Chen Xue today that Chen Xue was the seal of life and death. The seal of life and death is recorded on rubbings that reversed the universe. Even with her cultivation, she still cannot grasp the mystery. Chen Xue's internal strength should not be as good as her. Why did she learn it? This is indeed a bit incredible.

After resting on the spot for half an hour, they set out again. Zhang Yang reminded the little lama Doji to lead the way honestly. He didn't want to see Doji injured in Wen Ling's hands. He was waiting for the opportunity. On Mount Everest with a cold wind and changing climate, there were many variables. As the altitude increased, Zhang Yang made another surprise discovery. The higher he went, the faster his inner breathing was running. The true energy gathered in his dantian increased rapidly at an incredible speed. He was deeply shocked by his recovery speed. If his internal energy could really restore to his past state, with the pure internal energy, it would not be possible to know who would kill the deer!

At noon the next day, they were already very close to Nile Temple. A blizzard came unexpectedly and they had to slow down their pace. Although Wen Ling had a strong martial arts skills, she had no way to tell the direction on Mount Everest, which was covered with wind and snow. She asked Zhang Yang and Dorje to walk ahead, beware of the two of them escaping by the wind and snow.

Duoji and Zhang Yang supported each other and walked forward in the wind and snow. The two fell from time to time. After a long journey, the little lama Duoji was exhausted. After falling this time, he did not get up from the snow for a long time. He shook his head and meant that he could not walk anymore.

Zhang Yang shouted to Wenling with Fengxue on his back: "The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, so we must find a place to avoid it!"

Wen Ling looked at the wind and snow all over the sky. The visibility ahead was less than ten meters. It was obviously unwise to continue moving forward in such a sad weather. She finally nodded.

Zhang Yang pulled Doji from the ground and looked around to find a place where he could hide from the wind and snow. The little lama Doji identified the direction in the wind and snow, and pointed to the front right. They walked forward under the wind and snow. It took them more than ten minutes less than a hundred meters to reach them. A group of icicles appeared in front of them. Doji led them to walk inside. Wenling was worried that they would escape, so she grabbed Doji's arm, and the three of them entered the depths of the icicles group hand in hand. Doji led them into the ice cave in the icicles group.

The ice cave was formed by the collapsed group of icicles. Later, snow covered above, forming a natural cave. The cave was not big, the highest place was less than two meters, and the entrance was less than one meter five meters. They hugged in. Wenling turned on the hand lamp and illuminated the ice cave. The ice cave was only ten meters deep. With the light of the hand lamp, the scene inside the cave was clear at a glance. Wenling was sure that no one was ambushing, so she felt relieved. She asked Zhang Yang and Duoji to rest inside, while she guarded the entrance of the cave.

Doji sat down, Zhang Yang opened his backpack, took out a few cookies from it, and seized the opportunity to replenish his energy with Doji.

Wen Ling sat cross-legged there, as if she had entered a state of meditation, looking quietly outside the cave.

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The cold wind roared and roared, passing through the gaps of the icicles, making sharp and harsh screams. The white snow in the air seemed to be cotton wool torn by the claws of a wild beast, falling endlessly. The little lama Doji paced back and forth in the ice cave, maintaining his body temperature in this way. Wenling turned around and looked at him and whispered: "How far is it?"

Dorje said: "Not five miles."

Such a distance is nothing on the flat ground, but this is above Mount Everest, not to mention five miles. In such a harsh weather environment, it is very difficult to walk out of five meters.

Zhang Yang leaned against the ice wall, and seemed to have fallen asleep. The biggest advantage of Mahayana Art is that he could practice at any time. When he leaned against the ice wall, he felt a little cold on his back. The cold air kept seeping into his body through his spine. To outsiders, Zhang Yang was napping, but in fact, he was seizing all opportunities to replenish energy from the outside world and repair his meridians. The cold air from the ancient ice rocks of the mountains washed his meridians and quickly healed the trauma. The true energy in Zhang Daguan's body was reviving and accumulating at an astonishing speed.

Wen Ling came to Zhang Yang and pushed him. Zhang Yang opened his eyes, yawned and said, "What? Are you going to rush again?"

Wen Ling said: "I'm afraid you will die of freezing in this ice cave."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "If I die, he will kill me. Are you not afraid of causing trouble for you?"

Wen Ling said: "Who knows whether he killed or suicide?"

Zhang Yang looked at Wen Ling's cold and ruthless face and smiled and said, "Sister Ling, everyone's existence has meaning and everyone has their own life purpose. What is your purpose?"

"It has nothing to do with you?"

"Since it has nothing to do with me, why does it matter to me? I don't understand many things, why did you have a superb martial art after you wake up? What changes have happened to you?"

Wen Ling said: "You have many things, and it's very strange how an incidental person can survive until now."

Zhang Yang laughed: "Because I don't do bad things, I must first consider whether it will hurt others before doing anything. However, you are different from me. You always follow your own temperament when doing things, and never consider other people's feelings. You are too extreme."

Wen Ling said: "I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense!"

Zhang Yang said: "Living in this world, there are only a few choices for money, power, color, and fame. What are you doing? Is it to pursue the peak of martial arts? What is the point of a woman even if she becomes an invincible master in the world?"

Wen Ling didn't say anything, looking at the snow flying outside the cave, thinking.

Zhang Yang said: "Or you hate this world from the bottom of your heart, you are unwilling to face reality, you want to get rid of all this around you..."

Wen Ling suddenly turned her head, and a bitter cold light burst out from her eyes. With her bold calmness, her heart couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, the sound of dog barking suddenly came from outside. The little lama Doji bent his fingers and put them into his mouth. He blew a loud whistle. Not long after, he saw a snow mastiff rushing into the ice cave with wind and snow. Doji happily greeted him, patted the snow mastiff's back and said, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, how do you know I'm here!"

When she saw the snow mastiff, Zhang Yang immediately guessed that the snow mastiff was following here from Sangzhu Lake. Wen Ling walked out of the ice cave and the snow was significantly smaller than before. She listened to the movements around her and did not notice anyone around her. Then she felt relieved and urged Zhang Yang and the others to get on the road as early as possible.

The little lama Doji rode the snow mastiff, and Zhang Yang and Wenling followed him side by side.

Several people walked for more than two hours, one step deep and one step shallow, until the sky became darker and finally saw the outline of Nile Temple.

Before entering the temple, Wenling reminded them: "You know what you should do. If you don't want to drag down other monks in the temple, it's best to be honest and obedient, otherwise I will kill a piece of Nile Temple without leaving any armor."

Zhang Daguanren smiled and said, "Sister Ling, are you feeling uncomfortable if you don't say harsh words? Since we have accompanied you here, we will naturally not do anything. Besides, I am a little curious about the Holy Light Tower."

The little lama Dorje turned over and fell into the snow mastiff, and pounded the mountain gate with force.

After a while, I saw someone coming to open the door. The one who opened the door was a gray-clothed lama. It was Sang Kun, who had a grudge against Zhang Yang because of the evil wolf Paga. Sang Kun was also shocked when he saw Zhang Yang, and the hatred in his eyes flashed a little.

Doji said: "Uncle Master, I brought two guests to visit the Buddha!"

Sang Kun said nothing, nodded and turned around and left.

Doji led them to follow the two of them around Nile Temple. There was no holy light tower in the temple, but there was one white tower.

Dorje said: "You see, we don't have a Holy Light Tower here!"

Wen Ling said: "Let your uncle come here!" She thought that Dorje was young and it was normal that he had never heard of the Holy Light Tower.

Doji could only invite Sang Kun over. Sang Kun lowered his head and looked honest, but Zhang Yang knew that this guy was definitely not a good person. He almost killed him and An Yuchen for his son Paga. Master Enchan sacked his martial arts because of that incident. I wonder if Sang Kun really wanted to repent.

Wen Ling looked at Sang Kun and whispered, "Master, have you ever heard of the Holy Light Tower?" Sang Kun looked at Doji with a confused look on his face, and Doji took the opportunity to say, "My uncle doesn't understand Chinese!" He translated Wen Ling's words in a gusto. Doji was quite clever. He knew that Wen Ling couldn't understand Tibetan, so he communicated with Sang Kun in Tibetan.

Sang Kun actually understands Chinese, he just pretends to behave on purpose.

Duoji said to Sang Kun in Tibetan: "Uncle Master, this female devil is very powerful. She injured her master. Brother Zhang and I were coerced by her. You must be careful."

Although Wen Ling was worried that Dorje would be cheating, she had no idea about Tibetan language and could only watch.

After hearing Duoji's words, Sang Kun nodded and said, "Holy Light Tower, I've heard of it!"

Doji translated Sang Kun's words to Wen Ling.

Wen Ling was surprised and happy after hearing this, and said, "Tell me quickly, where is the Holy Light Tower?"

Sang Kun said: "I know there is a ruin behind the temple. My senior brother said that it is the ruins of the Holy Light Tower!"

Wen Ling said: "Take me there!"

When Duoji was translating, he felt very strange. It was true that there was a ruin behind the temple, but he didn't know whether it was the Holy Light Tower. Did Uncle Master deliberately lie to her?

Wen Ling said: "Take me there!"

Sang Kun nodded, and he took the lantern and said to the people: "Come with me!"

Zhang Yang still had some understanding of Sang Kun. He did not trust Sang Kun, but he could not point it out in front of Wen Ling. Several people followed Sang Kun out of the back door of the temple and walked more than a hundred meters. Sure enough, they saw a ruin in front of them. The ruins were frozen by ice and snow, and the past appearance of the building could no longer be seen.

Sang Kun said: "Senior brother said this is the Holy Light Tower.
To be continued...