Chapter 158: Entering the Icefield for the First Time
Dirty clouds like scattered ink floated on the gray sky. Some were low and some were high, covering the original bluish color of the sky. Between the floating clouds and mist, there was a long and narrow pale yellow gap.
The changing flow of clouds and mist seems to be alive, constantly changing positions, but always maintaining the same shape as an eye, except that this eye has no pupils, as if it is covered by light yellow glass, quietly peeping at everything on the ice sheet
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Jiang Feng rubbed his somewhat groggy head. The teleportation after breaking the formation caused the spiritual power in his body to surge out of control. He rested for a moment before calming down. Within a mile of the left, a dozen monks were standing there scatteredly.
Most of them were repairing the discomfort caused by the teleportation while carefully guarding the monks around them.
This should be just one of the many footholds in the ruins.
The leader of the Luoying Sect, Tu Shan.
Jiang Feng saw a slightly familiar figure. Unlike other Xuan-level monks, he quickly returned to a clear-headed state. As soon as he moved, all the nearby Xuan-level monks were on guard. Some of them were anxious.
The monk took the first step and equipped himself with a protective talisman, and without looking back, he randomly chose a direction and flew away.
"Head!"
"Yes." Tushan just responded to the visitor and looked around, but found no trace of other monks of the same level.
"Split up. This should be the inheritance of the Snow Maiden. Meet at the Dao Palace of Venerable Yuanchu. Try to avoid fighting." He didn't even mean to take the Xuan-level female cultivator with him, and flew away into the distance first.
Tu Shan left, and everyone present also parted ways, and some of his fellow disciples also left together. However, no small groups were formed among the strange monks. They all left alone. Lack of trust is the norm here. Before everyone came in
, but they have all signed the "Long En Jade Coupon", no matter life or death, but they don't have any interests at the moment, so there is no need to fight for it.
Jiang Feng was not the first to leave, nor was he the last to leave. Feeling the curse-laced aura left to him by the Snow Maiden in the Ice Desert, he chose a direction and flew away.
The ice underfoot is covered with ice, but it is not thick. It will easily break if you step on it. It is not cold, not even as cold as the Hanshan sect in winter. There are small pools in many places. Fortunately, there is not much silt, otherwise the ice will break when you fly by.
, and be careful where you step.
As expected, this place is a place with thin spiritual energy, which is about one-fiftieth of the area without spiritual veins. In this environment, it is very difficult to restore spiritual energy through meditation. You must use pills or directly absorb the spiritual energy from the spiritual stones.
Only with spiritual power can there be a recovery effect. The spiritual power in the body that is too rich compared to the outside world will also slowly escape outside involuntarily.
Because spiritual power was hard to come by, and he was wary of the mysterious eye-like existence in the sky, Jiang Feng did not take out his flying boat to fly. Moreover, it would easily become the target of other monks' attention. Before entering the valley, he had already "Mo Di"
It's full, but when you don't encounter an opponent, you don't need to use this sword to restore spiritual power for the time being.
The terrain of this ice field where the cold has retreated is very flat. Even the occasional raised hillside is no more than three feet high. There is a lack of shelter everywhere. If the light was not slightly dim, perhaps the field of view could reach six or seven miles away. But now
, only about three or four miles.
There was an inexplicable throbbing in the body again.
Jiang Feng stabilized his body, adjusted his direction in time, and ran towards another place where the ice was thicker.
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Xuan-level monk Liu Zhengchun stayed in front of a dead bush in a low-key manner. Just now, nine of the thirteen monks here had already left one after another, watching the non-speculative conversation between two earth-level monks Ling Feidu and Jindan monk Yan Shujia.
After saying a few words and leaving one after another, he breathed a sigh of relief, gently stroked his beard, and looked at the two monks who remained in the room.
Zeng Shiyin, a tall and sturdy man, is also a Xuan-level monk of Chixia Sect. Although he has only an ordinary status, he is related to Liu Zhengchun's cousin as brother-in-law, and he is also related to Xie Kerong, the deacon of the teachings. Therefore, in Chixia Sect,
Among the many monks who came here, he was one who was very familiar with everyone.
Wang Lan, a disheveled and disheveled cultivator, was one of the casual cultivators that Li Da Bang helped to contact. When he saw the robes worn by the two of them, he quickly took out a string of bright blue beads and put it on his hand.
With good luck, three of the eight monks assigned by the leader actually gathered together first. He looked around and found that no other monks had arrived, so he took out an array disk the size of a palace lantern. This wooden array disk was very strange.
There are fourteen corners, each corner is inlaid with a second-level gold spiritual stone.
It is exactly the mother array plate of fourteen consecutive beads.
"Come here to help. Let's gather everyone in one place first to make things easier." He urged.
Zeng Shiyin and Wang Lan quickly stepped forward and, like Liu Zhengchun, poured their spiritual power into a corner of the fourteen-bead mother array. As several criss-crossing golden rays of light lit up, in the center of the array, a rapid float appeared.
Picking up a small silver ball as big as a thumb, the ball trembled slightly, then chose a direction and headed straight for the distance.
"Follow up!"
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Mu Qianxue looked at the rocky desert desert in front of her strangely.
This place is completely different from my previous investigation. The three ancient monsters devoured by Venerable Yuanchu, the Sky Thunder Equisetum, the Ice Wild Snow Girl, and the Giant Shield Clam Spirit, will naturally affect the ruins after being partially refined by Venerable Yuanchu.
In terms of landscape, Equisetum is dominated by savanna and vegetation, Snow Girl is dominated by ice fields and snowfields, and Mussel Spirit is dominated by swamps and desert islands.
But where is this bare wasteland like the red Gobi?
Moreover, it seemed that no one was teleported here like me. Could it be that this was because the master gave me the magic weapon before breaking the formation?
She looked at the emerald green bead chain on her wrist. One of the beads was indeed slightly broken. This thing seemed to affect her luck. She thanked her master for her painstaking efforts and took out a black pearl-like magic weapon and looked at it carefully.
For a moment, it turned out that there was no vision.
It seems he is safe for now.
Looking around, feeling the thin spiritual energy in the air, she quickly caught a hint of a slightly rich but hard-to-detect breath, and ran back to the source of the spiritual energy.
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"Is this the right way?"
"But someone passed by, and they should have killed Gu Huorong and those people."
"You don't care about the immortal phoenix? But you really should get down to business first."
Feng Jiming was walking on a narrow stone path. This path was not paved with stones, but more like a complete huge stone slab. It just led straight into the distance, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.
He saw several signs of fighting, but no bodies were left.
"Remaining soul?"
"Okay, there's no need to fight with these worthless beings, let's walk through the ice waterfall."
"But you should think about it carefully. If you give up that phoenix that can only be reborn from nirvana, there won't be many valuable things. The old thief from Yuanchu will be responsible for taking his own things."
"Yuanchu is so kind? Do you think we will be able to leave safely just because we have worked so hard to help him set up a trap? If it weren't for getting back our own things, we shouldn't have come at all."
"Ma Taiji has already entered the ice field. Don't worry, he is just an auxiliary chess piece. I think that Jiang Feng should be able to complete your instructions in all likelihood."
"Stop being so nagging, dead people don't talk nonsense. Let's get the demon bones first. After fusion, you and I will be much safer here."
Feng Jiming stopped at the edge of a solidified ice waterfall. This ice waterfall came extremely unexpectedly, as if flowing from a higher sky, hanging seven or eight feet away from the narrow roadside.
Looking down from here, he couldn't detect where it extended. He only knew that this path extended downwards, leading to a place he was not sure about, where either the night owl or the ghost vine was buried.
, but if you are careful and don't disturb them, you can reach the snowfield area quickly.
"It's good that they didn't go this way. But they did take away part of the hanging ice." Feng Jiming looked at an incomplete ice waterfall and said alone. Then, he jumped and grabbed the hanging ice waterfall.
Above, control your own speed and slowly fall downwards.
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Han Li quickly left the bushy valley just now.
Although there were only five monks teleported here, there were actually two earth-level monks and one Jindan. Although Chu Anlan, an earth-level monk who also belonged to Li Sect, was present, he got the token from the casual cultivator.
Feeling a little uneasy.
He reached out and touched a string of blue-green beads hidden in his sleeve. No warmth came from it, which made him feel slightly calmer. He only needed to try his best to stay safe and wait for others to find him.
However, this is not his style.
There are thick bushes everywhere, and the atmosphere is full of decadence and death. There are very few living vegetation. The thin spiritual energy is the main reason. But if you think about it carefully, it may be related to the ancient demon Sky Thunder Equisetum. Could it be that he is completely dead?
?Han Li, who got some information from underground channels, made a vague guess.
Or you should first look for the inheritance of the ancient demon Sky Thunder Equisetum.
Just as he was about to judge the direction, he felt a monk coming up behind him. He turned around and saw that it was another Xuan-level monk who had been transferred here. To be precise, he was a demon cultivator.
There is nothing to argue about, and there is no need to go with him.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a touch of fresh green in the bushes not far away.
Um?
He moved quickly and came closer. He found that it was a "Luo Xianmo Liangcao", an extremely rare medicinal herb. Among the materials for the elixir used by earth-level monks to forge their bodies, it was considered a valuable one.
Although there are alternatives, if you want to maintain the stability of your soul while exercising your body, this "Luo Xian Moran Herb" is more suitable.
Three hundred years.
He saw the approximate age of this herb, and it did not need additional ripening. The value should be about one third-level medicine. Of course, it would be better if it could be made into a thousand-year-old medicine, and the value could reach three third-level coins.
But it also depends on who wants it. Entering the auction house should make more profits. It is rare for this medicinal herb to live in an area with such thin spiritual energy. As a rule, if it grows in such a barren place, its medicinal properties will be low.
It's a lot, but for me, it's not a problem at all.
However, the monk behind him was even closer to him. Han Li thought for a while, moved his body, and blocked the herb, hoping to get through.
The figures stopped, their eyes facing each other.
"He who sees the herbs has a share."
The man was wearing brown-green robes, which he must have changed after the teleportation. This mixed-color robe, in this environment, had the effect of hiding his body slightly and avoiding being spied on from a very far distance. Just now Han Li
I also noticed that this thin man was not dressed like this, but was dressed in simple white clothes. : :
"I'm Zuo Fenglou of the Jincheng sect. I guess there's no need for my Taoist friend to fight me just for a medicinal herb, right?" Seeing that Han Li didn't move, the man couldn't help but tell his name. He also saw that Han Li was a monster.
Xiu, Guanpaofu should be a monk from the Li sect. The two sects are on good terms with each other and there is no historical grudge.
"But there is only one." Han Li said calmly.
"You can also compensate me with spiritual stones."
"I don't want to."
"You!" Zuo Fenglou peeked around and found that no one else was following him. He took out a blue magical sword, "Then ask about my magical sword before talking!"
Han Li's face was expressionless, and a silver-white mask suddenly appeared in his hand. He put the mask on his face in a hurry, revealing only his smooth and beardless chin and a small part of his forehead. His whole aura instantly improved a lot.
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White bone armor gathered from the void and condensed around his body. His whole person suddenly had a sinister and ancient aura. His body sprinted, and a dark broad sword appeared in his hand.
In front of Zuofeng Tower.
Zuo Fenglou did not dare to neglect. Li Zong was a large sect, and the monks under his sect must have extraordinary skills. However, as the leader of the Zuo family of Jincheng sect, he was not unworthy of his fame.
He reached out with his left hand, and the bronze magic weapon that looked like a claw chain that was originally tied to his five fingers was instantly thrown out. The claw chain was burning with strange black flames, and it was like thick ropes, grabbing at Han Li.
Come.
Click!
The dark broadsword hit the claw chain covered with black flames, making a crisp sound of metal directly hitting it. Although it blocked the attack, the claw chain was relatively flexible, and the black flames followed the erratic claw chain and shot towards it one after another.
On top of Han Li's bone armor.
The black flames that struck like fireballs seemed to have strong corrosive toxicity, but they landed on the smooth bone armor, but they did not make any difference. They rolled to the ground like rain falling on lotus leaves. Han Li stepped back and retreated.
, the black sword in his hand threw out an arc of black light and headed straight for Zuofeng Tower.
snort!
Zuo Fenglou was not discouraged when the claw-chain magic weapon failed to perform any feats. Seeing the black light with a strong sense of death coming towards him, he also pulled away and retreated. There was a small semicircular shield in his hand, and the shield shone with silver.
Guanghua, before the black light struck, had already released at least three barriers, two blue rays on the outside and one emerald green light on the inside. At the same time, he lightly twisted the magic sword with his right hand, and the magic sword was divided into two.
With a wave of his hand, a smaller magic sword passed through the two protective shields.
go!
The magic sword went straight towards Han Li just now. At the same time, his fingers quickly flipped, and another smaller magic sword took shape in an instant, and was projected again. According to the law, four flying swords, from large to small, dragged the blue sword.
The long tail of color goes straight to Han Li.
Um?
Although he is not a sword cultivator, he has used special instruments and techniques to achieve the basic sword control ability of a sword cultivator? Han Li thought this way, and the bone armor around his body expanded rapidly, holding up pale bone spurs. He stood there
He did not dodge and allowed four magic swords of different sizes to hit him, leaving deep or shallow marks.
What a protective weapon!
Both sides lamented at the same time. Not only was the magical sword unable to perform any function when encountering bone armor, but even the death energy that Han Li wielded was protected by the opponent's exquisite semicircular shield and dissipated invisible.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Han Li divided into three waves and threw dozens of fiery talismans in succession, like a rain of fire from the sky, and rushed towards Zuo Fenglou. The flames were so dense, yet fast and slow, with distinct layers, that Zuo Fenglou could only hide in a semicircle.
Within the scope of the small shaped shield, he watched the flames attack the protective magic weapon that had two remaining shields.
Silly!
He complained in his mind, in such a place with thin spiritual energy, wouldn't it be asking for death if he continuously casts spells to throw out such a large number of second-level talismans? Among his magical weapons, the claw chain is the most efficient in spiritual power, and its power is relatively good.
As for the existence of me, when it comes to powerful killing moves, I have no shortage of them. How can you let me play with you after your spiritual power is exhausted?
Hopefully he won't be stupid enough to burn the herb!
Han Li moved, and while the opponent was still avoiding the Explosive Talisman, his boots flashed with a faint light, and his body flew up, suspended five or six feet in the air.
This was a skill that continuously activated the magic weapon. Zuo Fenglou quickly made a judgment based on this. The fiery talisman was still there. He did not want to confront it head-on. He rolled his body three times to the side and avoided the second wave of fiery talismans.
talisman, and once again raised the shield with a small amount of spiritual energy injected into it.
break!
However, Han Li did not step forward. His figure stopped in mid-air, and the blade of the sword shot out a black light as thick as an arm, which hit the shield directly.
Crack!
The shield shattered with a sound, and there was a bloody round hole in Zuo Fenglou's chest. He took a reluctant look, collapsed to the ground, and lost his breath in an instant.
Han Li landed, staggering. The extremely powerful killing move he had just made had already exhausted the spiritual power in his body. He quickly took out a few pills from his storage bag and chewed up a few unknown pieces.
Famous, herbal roots that are significantly larger than normal size.
"What's the use of only knowing how to defend yourself?"
He took a breath of turbid air and worked hard to resolve the toxicity of many herbs swallowed raw. He then looked at the more obvious cracks on the sword body and found that there was no serious problem in a short period of time. Then he squatted down and took out the storage items in Zuo Fenglou.
He took away the bag and the black claw magic weapon, kicked the broken shield a few times, and found that it was worthless. He carefully picked out the valuable herb, and put it into the jade box together with the soil at the roots.
Then he left in a hurry.
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On a path that seemed to have no end in sight, three earth-level and five Xuan-level monks were moving forward carefully. They had just faced a group of violent remnant souls. This team from the Spirit Cage Merchant Guild had just injured a Xuan-level monk.
Senior monk.
"The breath of fire is near."
Qiu Nanjia had already pulled off her black veil, revealing her high bridge of nose and her stunning face hidden in her long, drooping cheeks. However, except for the two Earth-level monks, the other five Xuan-level cultivators kept their gazes fixed.
with a respectful look, not daring to take any offense.
"Yes, Master Zuo." A prefecture-level monk stepped forward and whispered, "We have lost our manpower, do we still have to act according to the original plan?"
Qiunanjia thought for a moment, then turned to look at another earth-level monk with a third eye.