The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 173

In the far north, at the other end of the ink sea, there are mountains rising abruptly in the snow field, completely deserted and extremely desolate.

The so-called mountains are actually far away from each other. They look like beetles drilled out of flour.

The snow field is white, but the mountain is black. The color is very single. If you see it for a long time, your eyes will be uncomfortable.

It is said that this was the ancestral court of Wansong sect. Later, it was destroyed by the biggest animal tide, leaving no residual traces.

It is close to the edge of the snow country. It is still extremely cold in early summer.

In particular, the vigorous wind above the high-altitude clouds is as cold as a knife. It is difficult to support the flying chariot that can isolate the severe cold for too long, whether flying the sword or royal treasure in the air. Because the speed is slow and too dangerous, it can travel freely here only with the help of the treasure of the great cultivation school.

If a practitioner flies at a high altitude, or falls on the highest isolated peak in the northwest, looking to the north, you can see that there will be fluctuations in the breath of heaven and earth on the snow field thousands of miles away. Especially around those black mountains, every once in a while, you can see the strong wind tearing up the low hanging lead cloud. The sword light and treasure light complement each other. The snow surface arouses a tornado like snow storm, mixed with harsh screams and low roar. It looks like countless fireworks.

——That's the young practitioners participating in the meihui Taoist war. They are searching everywhere to hunt and kill the monsters of the snow country.

There is a lonely mountain. It is very quiet around, and the mountain is even more silent,

Well nine sat somewhere between the cliffs, looking at the distant snow field, silent.

There was still some winter snow on the top of the peak, and frost was on his eyelashes, but it was not early morning, it was already late afternoon.

Hundreds of feet away, there was a cave with a bonfire. Four young practitioners sat around.

The campfire had obviously just been lit, and the fire had not yet fully started. The light fell on their young faces, some dark, which made the anxiety more clear.

A cold looking young man in a white Taoist costume stood up, went outside the cave and took a look at the position of Jing Jiu.

A moment later, he came back and shook his head.

This person is Lu Jin, a disciple of xuantianzong. He is good at fire skill and is most suitable for fighting in cold environment. It is very important.

The square faced young man sitting next to him frowned slightly and sighed a little disappointed.

His name is Wu Mingzhong. He is a young disciple of wuenmen. He builds a rare sword and shield, which can provide an excellent barrier. He is also dissatisfied with the current situation faced by the team, but it's hard to say anything because of the relationship between wuenmen and Qingshan sect.

After all, some people can't help it. The young practitioner is called Dai Yin. He is a young disciple of the Kunlun sect.

He is dressed in black and tied with a blue ribbon around his waist. He is the magic weapon of Kunlun school. It is said that he was refined from the long bones of qingjiao. He is very powerful.

Dai Yin's eyebrows are very straight, just like his words: "if he still refuses to leave tomorrow morning, we'll leave him."

Lu Jin and Wu Mingzhong didn't talk. The remaining girl hesitated and said, "do you want to wait? After all, it's an elder. Maybe he thinks more carefully than us. Besides, he can take the first place in chess. I think his level is not low. I heard that he even won senior brother Gu Han when he tried his sword on the green mountain. "

"I also want to know what the senior teacher of the Great Green Mountain sect is thinking about, hiding here every day and refusing to go out?"

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

The girl is called Yin qingmo. She is a disciple of the star picking tower. She takes the star pot as a magic weapon. She and the disciples of the hanging bell sect are generally indispensable roles in each Taoist war team.

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

The question is, who's going to talk to that man?

The bonfire fell on their faces and kept changing.

"Since it's my proposal, I'll come!" Dai Yin gritted his teeth and said.

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Jing Jiu glanced at the young Kunlun disciple.

For more than ten days, he remembered that the other party's name was Dai Yin.

"It doesn't feel right. Stay for a few more days..."

He thought for a moment and added, "I suggest."

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

Dai Yin stared into his eyes and asked, looking obviously nervous.

Well nine's status is much higher than theirs, and he is a celebrity. The key is that his reputation is not very good.

All the monks attending the plum blossom festival knew what had happened in Chaoge city and wondered whether the Qingtian official had been forced to death by him.

Well nine was silent for a while and said, "then leave tomorrow."

Back in the cave, Dai Yin kicked the bonfire angrily.

The companions were surprised and hurriedly asked what had happened. Did Jing Jiu insist that everyone must stay in the mountain?