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In this dark cloud that has never been seen before, the degree of danger is no less than that of Daxueshan!

"It can't go any higher."

Jing Muxi stopped decisively, looked at the lightning and thunder in front of him, and said with an incomparably heavy expression, "If we go up any further, we will definitely be struck by lightning!"

You Kun also stopped, turned his head, and looked at Ji Pingsheng a little at a loss.

In the end is to go up?

or come down?

Ji Pingsheng never thought that such a terrifying danger was contained in the black cloud that had always been in a calm state!

Rushing into the black clouds, in front of them is not the awe-inspiring blizzard, but the violent thunder!

Flashes of lightning flashed across their eyes and around them, and the nine-day thunder was deafening, as if it was about to hit them in the next second, it was very terrifying.

Was it struck by lightning?

Or blown by snow?

This is a problem, after all, it is a problem of the amount of damage.

Flying in the snowy mountains, they will always suffer continuous damage from ice and snow, but they don't know how long they can persist.

If they were going deep into the black clouds, they would have to rely on luck, either they would be slammed by the Nine Heavens Thunder continuously, or they would pass unimpeded all the way.

Ji Pingsheng's face was cloudy, he was thinking about his luck, he was thinking about whether his Tianma was still on his side.

After pondering for a few seconds, he still chose to believe in fate.

As the saying goes, a child with many mothers will not be too unlucky. He has already recognized several mothers, so he should be able to bless him, right?

"Just fly in the dark clouds."

Ji Pingsheng made a decision and said: "Young Kun, you should be faster, don't be afraid of being struck by lightning, just fly seriously, and leave the rest to me."

"Ah."

You Kun nodded: "Then I don't care about it, suzerain, you must be struck by lightning, or we both will die."

Afterwards, Ji Pingsheng turned his attention to Jing Muxi. At first he wanted to remind Jing Muxi, but after seeing that he was stepping on a wooden sword, he didn't want to say anything more.

If the wooden sword does not attract the thunder, even if the thunder finds him, it is not necessarily bad luck.

Now that they decided to take the risk and fly out of the big snow mountain from the black clouds, they didn't waste any time, and went straight ahead at full speed, flying towards the west at the fastest speed.

It wasn't until this time that Ji Pingsheng realized how huge the Mysterious God Realm was.

It was so huge that he didn't dare to think about how it would be if such a world collapsed.

Thinking about it is a little exciting.

Ji Pingsheng stayed in Shang Qingzong for several years, living in a dwelling. At that time, the farthest he could go was Beiyuan City.

As for the greatness of the Mysterious God Realm, it has always been known in books.

At that time, he felt that the Mysterious God Realm was just a bit bigger than the Earth, since there was only one country after all.

Later, after the Shang Qingzong came out, he went to the imperial city, went to the chaotic sea area, and knew how vast the area occupied by the two major forces in the Xuanshen Realm was.

At that time, he thought that the Great Yan Dynasty and the Chaos Demon Sea Territory were the whole Mysterious God Realm.

But now, he clearly knew his mistake.

The Great Yan Dynasty and Chaos Demon Sea Territory are only part of the Mysterious God Realm.

The land of snow-capped mountains is boundless with snow, even if it is just flying through the black clouds, he can clearly realize that this land of thousands of miles of ice is not necessarily smaller than the Great Yan Dynasty.

Why is such a huge piece of land covered by ice and snow?

This made Ji Pingsheng a little confused. If the real estate developers in another world knew about it, even if they were using an excavator, they would raze this snowy mountain to the ground.

Or, ten thousand years ago, this snow-capped mountain actually looked different?

This Ji Ping never knew.

Time will wash away all the past. No one knows whether the Daxue Mountain was a prosperous country ten thousand years ago.

But at this moment, it is still frozen.

Maybe ten thousand years later, this snowy mountain will become a prosperous country again.

Three days and nights.

No sun.

The three of Ji Pingsheng have almost forgotten the concept of time. In front of them, there are only endless black clouds and roaring thunder.

After a long period of no rest, their mental and physical strength are almost at the limit, and the flying speed of the young Kun has already been reduced by more than half, and now it is just holding on.

But luckily, during the past three days and three nights, tens of thousands of dark purple thunderbolts flashed across their line of sight, but none of them hit them.

Either they passed by, or they didn't come at all. Although they had been worried all the way, they still came over without any danger.

The avalanche below is still continuing, making earth-shattering roars again and again.

Even under the cover of black clouds, Ji Pingsheng and the others could feel the horror below.

With the long flight, the temperature in the black cloud is also rising unconsciously.

From below zero at the beginning to forty or fifty degrees above zero, a huge change has taken place.

Ji Pingsheng and the others also went from having chills all over their bodies at the beginning to being hot and sweating now, the change is very obvious.

They didn't react at first, like a frog boiled in warm water, they couldn't react at all.

They didn't realize until Ji Pingsheng's forehead was sweating, Young Kun's wings were a little sticky, and Jing Muxi's head was covered with white smoke.

Oh, it turned out to be so hot.

"Have you already left the Great Snow Mountain?"

Ji Pingsheng wiped the hot sweat off his brow, and said with some uncertainty.

Now that the temperature is so hot, no matter how thick the snow is, it will melt away.

Because they were in the dark clouds, they didn't know much about the situation below, and they didn't know whether they were in or out of the Great Snow Mountain.

"I'll go down and see."

After Jing Muxi said something, she stepped on the wooden sword and landed downward, and disappeared from Ji Pingsheng's sight after a while.

"It's so hot."

You Kun groaned twice weakly. Under the high temperature, she was extremely uncomfortable now, and felt like she was going to be a dried fish.

Perhaps because of her ontology, her weakness is fire. Once the temperature is too high, she will be very uncomfortable and impatient.

Now she no longer dislikes the coldness of the ice and snow mountains, and now she wants to hide from the scorching heat in the ice and snow mountains.

"Be patient."

Ji Pingsheng had nothing to do, he could only comfort the young Kun, and at the same time cool the young Kun with aura water.

After a while, Jing Muxi's voice came from below.

"It's the Great Desert!"

Finally changed the map!

Ji Pingsheng heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and after flying for several days, he finally crossed the ice and snow mountains and arrived at the great desert.

Now they only need to cross the desert to the far west, which is the pure land of Buddhism.

Now he finally knew why there was so little news about the Buddhist Pure Land in the Dayan Dynasty.

This place is simply too far away!

How can ordinary people endure the cold, snow and sweltering desert?

Now he especially admires people from the Buddhist sect who actually set up their base camp in such a place far away from the world. This must be to suppress Huangquan and hell, right?

This kind of dedication is really tearful.

In the past, Ji Pingsheng had a slight apology for abducting Bodhi to go to the Qingzong.

Because it was he who broke the Buddha's westward journey and destroyed Bodhi's cultivation of Buddha.

But when he personally walked the westward journey, the apology to Bodhi disappeared in an instant.

If Bodhi and the others walked such a difficult road, they might die halfway and turn into bones.

He didn't destroy Bodhi's Buddha heart, but directly saved Bodhi's life!

Now that they have left the Daxue Mountain, there is no threat of avalanches and snowstorms, so there is no need for them to drift in the dark clouds all the time. This kind of risk of being struck by lightning keeps on going, which makes Ji Pingsheng's heart worry all the time. .

"Let's go down."

Ji Pingsheng patted You Kun's back, his hands were suddenly sticky, and he didn't know if it was You Kun's fine sweat or some mysterious liquid.

"I don't want to go down!"

You Kun yelled wanting to cry, but she knew that it was impossible not to go down, not only because of the temperature problem, but also because she had reached her limit, and it was time for her wings to rest for a while.

"Oh, what a shame."

Young Kun sighed deeply, suppressing his aversion to the heat, slowly flew out of the black clouds, and landed directly below.

As soon as the black cloud came out, the extreme stuffy feeling rushed over instantly, making Ji Pingsheng even a little suffocated.

"There's not even the sun, so why is it so hot?"

Ji Pingsheng looked at the sky in bewilderment, but he could only see thick black clouds but no sunshine.

There is not even sunshine, so why is this place so hot?

By geothermal heat, or by heating?

outrageous.

If it wasn't for coming down to rest and recovering his aura, he really wanted to stay in the black cloud all the time, as long as he wasn't struck by lightning, he would be fine.

The short distance from the sky to the ground already made Ji Ping sweat profusely. The high temperature forced him to use spiritual energy to cool down.

As soon as he reached the ground, he saw Jing Muxi digging the sand with a wooden sword, and asked, "Why are you digging?"

Jing Muxi didn't even look at Ji Pingsheng, and said indifferently: "Dig a deep hole, the ground is wet, you can lie down and rest for a while."

"Right."

It dawned on Ji Pingsheng that the temperature underground must be lower than that above ground, just enough for them to have a good rest.

As soon as Jing Muxi finished speaking, the young Kun, who had been turned into a dead fish by the heat, regained his energy in an instant and started digging holes on the spot.

one meter.

two meters.

five meters.

After a few minutes.

The three were out of breath, sweating profusely, staring at the ten-meter-deep pit in front of them in silence, feeling extremely bad.

"Gan!"

"Why is there still sand more than ten meters down!"

Ji Ping scolded angrily, "What kind of shitty place is this f*cking thing!"

He looked around angrily, seeing hundreds of miles of yellow sand in his eyes, and the sand dunes were full of fine sand, and the hot wind blew out sandstorms.

All you see is yellow, no green leaves, no insects.

This is a dead land!

"Sect Master, stop scolding, stop scolding."

You Kun said sadly, "Don't waste your energy."

"I... cough cough cough!"

Ji Pingsheng was still about to say something, when suddenly a gust of hot wind blew past, covered his face with yellow sand, and blew a mouthful of sand.

This time he didn't speak.

"Do you want to continue digging?"