Counterattack Xiaoxian

After reaching the snow line, the ice and cold became more severe, and everything as far as the eye could see was covered with thick snow. The ground was as solid as jade, and the edges were so white that no one could see the edges.

A layer of blood scales appeared on the crooked-necked old horse's body, and the steam was steaming. Ji Ling was successful in his first physical training and had strong blood energy, so he could barely resist, while Huazang and Nazhenxiang were shivering from the cold.

Wuhua smiled slightly, turned around and threw a magic talisman. It was like a blazing fire was rising in the carriage, and the surrounding area was filled with warmth.

Ji Lingchu was finally convinced and said, "I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you are a rich man."

Wuhua said: "Rich people can't bear to spend money. There are not many talismans here, so everyone has to use them sparingly."

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

The cold wind was biting, and a carriage was walking alone on the ax blade of the Tianxu Snow Mountain, like a little ant trekking for a long time.

The sight of the frozen earth made Hanazang and Nazhenxiang excited for a while, but as time passed, they were left with only monotony and boredom, and the two of them fell asleep.

Ji Lingchu looked at the ever-changing gloomy color of the sky and the undulating ice hills on the roadside like steamed buns. He suddenly threw a seized sheepskin water bag out of the car window with a "pop" sound, like throwing a grenade.

Wuhua saw it and said, "Are you afraid that the pursuers behind you will die of thirst, so you left supplies for them?"

"You can be a little bolder in your imagination." Ji Lingchu frowned.

"Are you simply bored?"

"You'll find out soon, but don't let me guess right..."

The carriage drove slowly and leisurely for another half an hour, and Wuhua's brows knitted together, because on the snow in front of him, a terrifying water bag was lying there quietly.

He turned his head, Ji Lingchu tightened his lips and squeezed out a sentence: "The devil beats the wall!"

"What do you mean?"

Ji Lingchu sighed and explained as plainly as possible. After listening to it, Wuhua murmured: "No wonder it's a Jedi, it's the 'shadow covering the top'."

As soon as the two communicated, they discovered that what everyone called "ghosts hitting the wall" and "shading the roof" were actually the same thing. They didn't expect that such a weird thing happened to them.

"Maybe not entirely. There is a certain degree of randomness in ghosts hitting the wall, and the so-called Jedi are bound to be encountered. According to me, it is more similar to a certain formation." At this time, Ji Lingchu thought of Master Sang's "Little Ecstasy Formation" , hence this statement.

Wuhua said: "How is it possible that there is a formation that can penetrate eight hundred miles? It might be an illusion. Don't worry, wait until I break it."

He immediately turned around and walked back. After turning around for a while, he saw the water bag again, and his face turned a little pale.

Ji Lingchu said: "I just estimated that no matter whether we go forward or backward, we will definitely return to the same place no more than three miles away. Why don't we abandon the car and take a walk from the mountainside."

"Ha! Then please take a look." Wuhua was obviously not optimistic about this proposal.

Ji Lingchu jumped out of the car and walked down the ice ridge for more than a hundred steps. Suddenly a strong wind blew, and a dark cloud appeared above his head. Countless ice picks fell from the dark cloud like knives.

He was shocked and used his short knife to protect his whole body. The ice picks that fell into the sword's light were all shattered, and the ice picks that fell beside him were shot into the hard frozen soil.

This dark cloud followed his body, and the ice cone moved quickly and quickly, showing no signs of weakening... The coldness became heavier and heavier, and a thick layer of frost formed on the short sword in a moment. Ji Lingchu estimated that he would never Unable to hold on, he retreated hastily.

He ran to the car, his hair and eyebrows were already covered with ice scum. Wuhua couldn't help but laugh and said: "Look, if it was so simple, why would it be called Jedi?"

Ji Lingchu leaned against the carriage for a long time before he recovered and said, "I really don't believe this evil. You go to the back and I'll drive."

Ji Lingchu was angry, but what he didn't know was that on the same road, there were several people who were more miserable than him at this moment.

On the same ice ridge, a man in red robes was also making various attempts to break this recurring state.

He covered his body with his wings, managed to withstand the ice cone, and then fluttered his wings to fly into the air. Unexpectedly, he was only three feet away from the ground, and a whirlwind swept through him. The bone-chilling wind blades were flying one after another, like a large blade slashing horizontally and vertically.

Just hearing a crisp sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, clang", the man in red robe crashed to the ground, his clothes were torn to pieces, his wings had many big holes, he looked like a beggar.

He did not give up because of this, he took a long breath, and a jackal-shaped shadow appeared above his head, claws crouched and teeth hidden, and a faint light shone. The next moment, the jackal's back was slightly arched, and he jumped down the cliff like lightning, but almost there At the same moment, he was frozen into an ice sculpture and returned to his original position.

The other person arrived a little later, but was more patient. Faced with this situation, he remained motionless and searched around with his eyes.

This man has an old appearance, dressed like a woodcutter, wearing coarse clothes and tattered clothes, wearing straw sandals, and a hatchet stuck in his waist. He walked leisurely, back and forth for three full times, seeming to have a panoramic view of everything. Plan to break the situation.

A wisp of gray thread rose from the sole of his foot and swam around his body like a spiritual snake. With a soft cry of "Hey", the gray thread came out of his body and shot at more than ten places on the ice ridge in a short period of time, hitting the ice layer. Exploded, snow dust blinded the eyes.

After the critical attack, the ridge began to tremble, and a bright light broke in the sky.

The old woodcutter showed joy. With a shake of his hand, the gray thread flew towards the bright light. He grabbed the tail end and tried to take advantage of the momentum to fly into the air.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt of ice fell, hitting the door in front of him. Thousands of ice needles exploded. He didn't even groan, as they hit the ice, leaving no trace of his body.

"It's so cold!"

A young man wearing animal skins and wolf fangs on his chest lay in the ice and snow. Two syllables came out from the gap between his teeth that were hardened by the cold. Above this tiny body, God ruthlessly splashed rough snow. Particles, one or two don't hurt, but thousands of them can beat people's hearts to pieces.

He felt like he was freezing to death, but he didn't dare to move because hunger was more terrifying than the cold.

The wind and snow have been blowing for an unknown number of days. Wild animals cannot come out and everything cannot grow. Many people in the village starved to death. Those who survived could still dig snowworms from under a few meters of frozen soil to eat, but they could not even catch snowworms. My strength is almost gone.

Yesterday... just yesterday, the old Dama in the village pierced his chest and performed the last divination with his blood. He said that setting a trap around the tomb tomorrow would allow the village to continue. .

Old Dama kept his word, and no one in the village would doubt his words, so they used all their strength to dig a huge pit and waited for the prey to be caught. If not, everyone would die, and they would have to accept their fate!

The young man was guessing, what could it be? What will fall into the trap?

A pack of snow wolves? Or a stupid blind bear? Or a snow owl that can feed the whole village for a long time?

Snowy owl is very fierce, but the meat is so tender. It is roasted over a low fire, and the golden fat drips down...