How to reverse your identity at the beginning of the game?

Zhou Yang felt that tonight was suitable. In the extremely low temperature environment, his fiery body felt particularly safe and allowed the high priest to accept him without reservation.

Therefore, Zhou Yang's hand slowly touched the conscience of the high priest.

Speaking with conscience, Zhou Yang felt that the high priest's was still bigger. Of course, Bai Ruoyun's was not small, and maybe the sect master's was not too small, but it was a pity that he had never touched it.

At this moment, someone knocked on the carriage!

Zhou Yang was irritated, wondering who was going to ruin his good deeds.

Zhou Yang opened the curtain of the carriage and saw his wife Bai Ruoyun, who was shivering with cold, and the sect leader Zhan Zijin.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yang suddenly smiled happily: "Ruoyun, sect master, have you arrived here long ago?"

Zhou Yang tightened his somewhat loose clothes.

Bai Ruoyun glanced inside the carriage with confusion and saw a woman, none other than the high priest of the barbarian tribe.

"Yes, we have been looking for something to shelter from the wind and cold recently. It should be very warm in here, right?"

Seeing this large carriage, Bai Ruoyun said with a hint of jealousy.

"It's definitely warm!"

Zhan Zijin ignored this and got into the carriage directly, sitting next to the high priest. Bai Ruoyun also got in.

Zhou Yang saw that the two stallions seemed a little reluctant, so he fed them two pills again.

Although the restrictions of the world's rules prevent them from embarking on the path of spiritual practice, at least they can strengthen their bodies and not be afraid of the cold.

No matter how much these alien species eat, it seems useless!

It seems that the origin of this world does not seem to recognize them. After all, if species are separated for too long, reproductive isolation will occur.

What's more, they are fragments separated from the origin of the world.

Three men, one woman and two horses were walking in the cold desert. Apart from the cold wind howling outside the carriage, the only sound was their breathing.

Everyone was silent in the carriage. Bai Ruoyun kept sniffing and seemed to find no unusual smell, so he felt relieved.

"Sect Master, you have encountered many dangers along the way, right?"

If nothing else, Zhou Yang encountered danger many times.

"Yes, but they are no match for us!"

Zhan Zijin is a militant, and he is still like this even if he has no cultivation.

"Well, then I can rest assured that nothing will happen to us along the way!"

Zhou Yang didn't want to talk about the dangers of his journey, lest the other party catch his flaws.

Then, the four fell into silence again.

One day later, the temperature dropped even lower. The two horses relied on Zhou Yang's elixir, and countless heat accumulated in their bodies. Every time the two horses breathed, water vapor splashed.

After a while, the two stallions stopped.

Zhan Zijin was curious why the horses didn't leave. When she opened the curtain, she saw an eye-catching scene. Two stallions were in love.

Zhan Zijin also blushed and quickly retracted his head.

Listening to the rhythmic sounds outside, the atmosphere in the car gradually became weird.

But fortunately, the three women were not crazy enough to have sex with him.

After the two stallions finished their work, the carriage continued its journey.

Not long after leaving, Zhou Yang saw a frozen man. Judging from the specifications of his storage bag, he should be a minor foundation-building cultivator from the Blue Water Realm who was sucked into this continent.

Zhou Yang didn't pay attention and continued to move forward, but his mood became even heavier.

A foundation-building monk can freeze to death here. Even if the opponent's body is suppressed, it is at least much better than a mortal, but he will still freeze to death, and this person is wearing very thick clothes.

After walking a few steps, Zhou Yang got out of the car and took off the monk's clothes.

Zhou Yang felt that if he didn't pull it out, he would be sending strategic materials to the people behind him. It would be better to help others than himself.

Next, Zhou Yang started stripping clothes along the road. In the end, the carriage was full. Next, if it couldn't be stuffed anymore, he buried it with snow so that no one could see it.

Although this is insidious, Zhou Yang thinks it should be very effective.

At least there should be no normal people coming here, except those monks who covet the origin of the world.

What’s interesting is that so far, all Zhou Yang has seen are some dead Golden Core Foundation Builders, and no one else. The physique of the Nascent Soul cultivator is still a little stronger, and he has not seen any dead Nascent Soul cultivator yet.

At this time, they could only walk thirty or forty miles a day, because the wind and snow were so heavy that half of the legs of the two horses were trapped in the snow.

It is rare to see dead people now, because the dead are buried in the snow and cannot be found at all.

But the source's influence on them is getting stronger and stronger. Zhou Yang estimates that they are only five to six hundred miles away from the source, and it will take several months to reach it.

Because the carriage is now even slower.

After walking for about ten miles, Zhou Yang planned to let the two horses rest, because they were also quite tired. They only pulled and grinded the steel bars every day, relying solely on Zhou Yang's elixir for support.

The wind and snow were very strong at this time. Zhou Yang estimated that with this temperature and the wind speed, ordinary people would turn into icicles here within a minute.

But at this time, the wind speed dropped a little, and Zhou Yang could see further.

There seemed to be a person lying there. Zhou Yang couldn't see clearly, so he asked the two horses to take a few steps forward.

Finally, I saw clearly that this person was not a human, but a big golden chicken.

Seeing the big chicken, Zhou Yang's first thought was how to eat the big chicken.

After all, they did bring a lot of food with them when they came, but there is always a time when nothing is left. If this big chicken is eaten slowly, four people can eat it for a month, which is enough to sustain them until they reach the origin of the world.

Seeing Zhou Yang dragging back the golden pheasant, which was still quite big, everyone smiled with satisfaction.

After all, if you eat dry food every day, the birds have long faded out of your mouth, and now it’s time to start eating meat.

"How to do it?"

Zhan Zijing asked.

"It's impossible to braise it in braised sauce. It would take too much material. It's better to stew it. I still have the spices!"

As Zhou Yang spoke, he took out the spices he had prepared. As for the soup, it was very simple.

He had taken a piece of spiritual wood from the storage space before. Although it looked like a piece, it had huge energy. If it was just used to make soup, it could last for several months.

Now you just need to use the alchemy furnace to add some snow, then melt it, boil it, throw the hot water on the big yellow chicken, and then you can remove the hair.

Next, remove the giblets and simmer the soup.

Just as he said, Zhou Yang filled the alchemy furnace with thick snow, then lit the spiritual wood to melt the snow.

When the hot water was boiling, Zhou Yang stuffed the big yellow chicken directly into it!

Boil it for a while and it will remove the hair!

Zhou Yang bared his teeth and started to shed his hair. When he was done, the big yellow chicken's drooping head suddenly looked straight at Zhou Yang.

Suddenly, the big yellow chicken jumped up, and with a flash of white light, a woman with fair skin appeared in front of him.

It was none other than Jin Luohuang.