break the way [comprehension]

Du Ziteng led Wen Renling and others to climb all the way up to the southern foot of the ice peak. Often a group of Jindan monks guarded the surroundings, and the others buried various objects on the ground. Their progress was not very fast. The same is true for the others. This is the disadvantage of the talisman: although it is very powerful and does not require too much consumption when it explodes, the preparation in advance is very troublesome.

In this extremely evil world of ice and snow, Du Ziteng was so frozen that he was almost dumbfounded. Apart from marking the places where things needed to be buried, he couldn't make up his mind to say a word.After the Daxue Peak was occupied by demons, the coldness did not decrease by half, but the spiritual energy completely retreated. People in it felt cold and unbearable, and suffered a lot.

And Du Ziteng even put all the things to keep out the cold on his body, wrapped himself into a moving sphere, if he can't use spiritual power, he can only keep warm physically QAQ

Seeing his appearance, the Jindan cultivators of several other sects couldn't help but secretly shook their heads and thought it was funny. No matter how fierce and violent this Sect Master Du is, he is still still young. This childish behavior does not have the slightest sense of face. Feeling that there is anything difficult to get through, he is generous, and he doesn't feel that doing such a thing with his identity will be ridiculed.

In fact, it was precisely because of Du Ziteng's generous behavior that the rest of the Jindan felt that he was frank and unaffected. Even the monk who had a little entanglement with Xiao Chen and Du Ziteng because of the establishment of the alliance, at this time also felt inexplicably against him. I feel a little good about it.

But Du Ziteng really couldn't separate his mind to pay attention to these. In his mind, an unprecedentedly intense spiritual thought was flashing rapidly. As they moved forward, the entire mountain's topography and landforms were in his mind. Clear lines were outlined in the center, and the places where he had buried things were flashing bright spots one by one. Countless lines and bright spots were intertwined and reciprocated, allowing him to calculate where to bury things next.

In fact, no matter which talisman master is watching, Du Ziteng's performance is enough to shock the world. The mountains and rivers are simple to say, but they are formed naturally, and there is no law at all. It may take hundreds of millions of lines to outline Completely, now it is all calculated by the mind of a foundation cultivator, what an astonishing calculation power this is.

He Lianyuan on the other side is a great monk who is golden core great perfection and is only one step away from conceiving a baby. Du Ziteng can lead a team with the opponent, or Helian Yuan can approve of Du Ziteng's practice of leading another team. It was already the greatest affirmation of Du Ziteng's strength.

If it wasn't for the fact that the freezing cold here has affected his mind, Du Ziteng might not even stop to keep out the cold. Under such intense mental exhaustion, how could he care about the cold clothes on his body? Isn't it funny? .

In this way, while carefully avoiding demons and burying things, they had already turned half a circle at the foot of Daxuefeng, and after discussing in low voices, they headed for the pre-agreed meeting place. Ren Ling drew his sword in his hand: "Who?!"

The rest of the Golden Cores were startled at first, and then they sacrificed their magical weapons: Even if they couldn't use their spiritual power and consciousness, they were far superior to other low-ranking monks, and they could still catch the rushing sound in their ears... That sound seemed to be What is rushing here!

This is the territory of demons!

Thinking about the few monsters they narrowly avoided just now, this voice... seems to be coming towards them!

The thoughts in Du Ziteng's mind were going back and forth, and he had thought through all kinds of plans, but the Golden Core monks didn't think so much at all. They were surrounded by huge boulders at this time, and their sight was blocked. If the other party really came towards them, Fighting is better than running!

When the rustling sound was getting closer and the rapid breathing was approaching behind the stone, Wen Renling's long sword cut straight down!

At this moment, the bright mirror of Chunshanchi suddenly shrank his pupils and shouted: "—Wait a minute!"

Several other people also said in unison: "Friends who have heard people! Keep people under the sword!"

And the few people who came running were also panting and looking up at the sharp long sword that was only a few centimeters away from their necks in shock.

Wen Renling held the long sword steadily in his hand, only frowned and looked at these blood-stained, pale-faced, trembling people, then quickly withdrew the sword, pouted and said: "It's not a monster, hmph. "

That appearance seemed to be very displeased with the appearance of the same race instead of a monster, which only made the Golden Core monks very speechless.

But Ming Jing, who had spoken earlier, rushed to one of the monks: "Master Wanqi Palace...you are..."

Hearing this special surname, Du Ziteng couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and looked at the bald man who was almost unsteady, tsk, could this be the former owner of Daxue Palace, Wan Qi Wujiang?

And from the complicated expressions of the Jindan monks who came from the three major sects around him, it can be seen that this is indeed the master of the Wanqi Palace, and it is really a turn of events.

Seeing the bright mirror, the originally muddy eyes of the Palace Master Wanqi suddenly burst into a fierce light: "Save...save them!"

Ming Jing was stunned, and then realized that Wanqi Wujiang had fallen to this point. One can imagine what happened to the other Daxue Palace disciples. Obviously, Wanqi Wujiang hoped that he could go to the rescue...but...

Ming Jing couldn't help but turned to look at Du Ziteng.

Wan Teng Wujiang's gaze then turned to the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was wrapped like a ball, but the faint doubt in his eyes fully exposed the activities in his heart at this time: the man in front of him was obviously just a man of unknown origin. It's just a foundation-building monk, why does Ming Jing, the No. 1 under the head of Chunshanchi, still want to see his face?

I'm afraid even if Wan Qi Wujiang thought about it, he would never think of the current situation in the cultivation world. The unprecedented unification in the history of the cultivation world has also created Du Ziteng's special status that is incompatible with his cultivation.

Not only Mingjing, but many Golden Core cultivators couldn't help looking at Du Ziteng: If the Daxue Palace and Biyue City hadn't attacked the space barrier successively, the entire cultivation world would not have fallen into the current bitter battle with demons, and many of them belonged to Du Ziteng. His sect will not be weakened by the Cultivation Alliance. One can imagine the disgust in their hearts for the master of the Snow Palace.

However, it is precisely because of the battle of demons that no one understands better than these monks who have been on the front line how precious the life of every human monk is. , would never take such a huge risk to come to this demon hinterland.

Daxuegong committed a heinous crime, so, in front of him, should the disciples of Daxuegong save or not?

All Golden Core cultivators looked at Du Ziteng like a mirror.

And Wan Teng Wujiang's complexion has changed several times. There are so many Golden Core cultivators in front of him, and the few he can recognize are among the top fighters in their respective sects. monk?

Wan Teng Wujiang thought about it carefully, and really didn't remember such a person in the cultivation world. Their Daxue Palace was attacked by demons and besieged here for several years. Could it be that the cultivation world...has changed to the point where they don't know it at all?

Being able to manage the Daxue Palace under the hands of the perverted patriarch for nearly a hundred years, Wanqi Wujiang is naturally not such a pedantic and old-fashioned generation, otherwise he would not be able to live until now, and he has still cultivated to the level of Nascent Soul.

With the support of his disciples on both sides, he tried his best to raise his hands, and solemnly bowed to Du Ziteng with trembling hands: "I don't know the name of this little brother Gao, our Great Snow Palace is so sad, I'm afraid we are not qualified to hear about it... ...As the lord of the first palace, I can hardly absolve myself of the blame for this matter, but the disciples in the palace are innocent, and many of them are still trapped in the rear. They will not fall into the mouth of demons, just adding rations to demons..."

Speaking of later, there were tears in Wan Teng Wujiang's eyes, and his voice was sad and earnest. As the master of the Great Snow Palace, he actually begged a foundation cultivator in such a low voice, and the three disciples beside him couldn't bear to turn their heads away. , all the Jindan monks around felt desolate: the sect has declined to this point, and the dignity of even the dignified Yuanying monks is so low. They only dare to ask others to prevent their disciples from becoming demon rations... It is inevitable to make people feel sad.

But Du Ziteng's gaze was always calm, and only after Wan Qi Wujiang's "speech" ended, he said quietly: "My name is Du Ziteng."

Wan Tu Wujiang was startled by such a peculiar name, only thought it sounded familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment.

Then Du Ziteng said word by word: "Just now what Palace Master said, I really don't dare to do it. I'm... a disciple of the Hengxiao Sword Sect."

The last six words were like thunder, each word rang in Wan Teng Wujiang's ears, making him stare blankly at Du Ziteng without saying a word.

After a while, he hissed, "Let's go."

This voice was obviously speaking to the disciples beside him.

When the Hengxiao Sword Sect slayed the Heavenly Demon and was weak after the war, Bi and Xue's actions by the cultivators who transformed themselves into gods were so secretive that few people in the entire comprehension world knew about it except for the disciples of the Hengxiao Sword Sect. Boundless knows it.

Just because he knew, he was in despair at the fact that the Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him, who had swayed a group of golden elixirs, came from the Hengxiao Sword Sect: Yun Hengfeng disappeared, and that was the disappearance of all the disciples from the master, the great elder, the elder to ordinary disciples. In the rift of space, this is almost equivalent to annihilation, who will forgive?Who dares to say that he can forgive the enemy of Miemen?

Seeing Wan Teng Wujiang's performance, the group of Golden Cores fell silent. They were puzzled and complicated about his despair: the disciples who wanted to save the Daxue Palace were unwilling, but they heard that the master of the Daxue Palace Giving up in person, feeling a little angry in his heart, very puzzled why the owner of Daxue Palace gave up the rescue request so easily at this time, even though he was so swearing just now?

All kinds of conflicts and entanglements made them feel sad, and they didn't know what to do.

But Du Ziteng said quietly: "If you want us to save your Daxue Palace disciples, it's not impossible."

Wan Teng Wujiang's figure froze suddenly. If he still had the strength of Nascent Soul, if he had countless elite disciples from Daxue Palace, if there was any foundation-builder cultivator in this world who dared to threaten him in such a tone, he would definitely wave his hand. Let the other party be wiped out, not even the dregs are left.

Unfortunately, that's only if.

Trapped in the demonic energy for a long time, being taken care of by monsters, it is unknown whether the Nascent Soul's combat power can be recovered in this life, and the disciples of Daxue Palace... Wan Teng Wujiang took a long breath, swallowed slowly, and then turned The head said: "Then, what do you hope to get from Daxue Palace?"

Under the blood-colored sky and thousands of miles of ice, Du Ziteng was wrapped into a ridiculous ball, but there was a powerful force in his quiet eyes: "I want you Daxue Palace to apologize for attacking Yun Hengfeng for the battle of the demons." Apologize to all fellow daoists who caused my Hengxiao Sword Sect to disappear into the rift in space! I want you Daxue Palace to apologize, to the entire cultivation world, and to all fellow daoists who tore apart the space and caused many innocent deaths in the world at the hands of demons! "

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area was quiet.

This time, all the entangled things in the hearts of all Golden Core cultivators were calmed down, and then they quietly looked at Wanqi Wujiang, their eyes gradually became the same as Du Ziteng's: just quietly looked at Wanqi Wujiang, waiting for a result.

Wan Teng Wujiang's expression froze, and he froze again when he looked at the Golden Core cultivators who had unified all their views and thoughts in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, there was another sound behind them, and a disciple beside Wan Teng Wujiang said anxiously: "Palace master! I'm afraid they are chasing after you! Elder Tianyu may not be able to drag them for too long! If they Take it back..."

Another disciple was also anxious like an ant on a hot pot: "Will we escape and implicate those fellow disciples behind, these monsters have always been ruthless, will they be thrown into the pool of blood?"

The sound of chasing was getting closer and closer, and Du Ziteng and the other Jindan monks seemed to be indifferent, just staring at the stiff Wanqi Wujiang in front of them.

When those demons were so close at hand, and even their slight accents could be clearly heard, Wan Teng Wujiang turned around stiffly and looked at the surprisingly quick and unified golden The monks Dan pulled out a stiff and cold arc, as if they wanted to laugh at themselves but failed.

After a while, he moved his lips and said, "I...was wrong."

Ming Jing couldn't bear it and said: "Sect Master Du, let's do this first... The demon has arrived..."

However, Du Ziteng didn't move, he just stared at Wanqi Wujiang, as if he was indifferent to the imminent monster.

Another Golden Core cultivator couldn't help urging: "Sect Master Du, if we don't attack, it will be too late!"

Responding to the enemy passively is too hasty after all, and it is very easy to go wrong.

But Du Ziteng only looked at Wanqi Wujiang, with a calm and indifferent expression, completely unmoved.

These Golden Core cultivators were anxious, helpless, or angry. In the end, their eyes unexpectedly focused on Wan Qi Wujiang once again, as if they were setting him on top of the fire and roasting him desperately.

Wan Teng Wujiang could only feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, and even the gazes of the three most loyal disciples beside him made him unbearable this time. There were doubts, anxiety, and fear in them, as if One straw after another weighed on him, finally causing him to collapse:

"Great Snow Palace...has been."

Only then did Du Ziteng's lips draw an arc, and that arc was not all pleasure, nor all pleasure, it was a complex mixture of pleasure, pain, sourness and pain.

Even the Golden Core cultivators, when they heard Daxue Palace confessed their mistakes, all the lingering and depressed hearts in their hearts seemed to disappear in this instant.

Sometimes, we ask for a result, not for the sake of pleasure, maybe just to dispel the unhappiness in our hearts: if we do something wrong, we should apologize, how natural and just, how fair and reasonable, why do we need a reason?

But at this time, the first demon had already seen them, and this was actually a whole troop of demons, all composed of intelligent demons!

No matter how degraded Wanchen Wujiang is... that is also a Nascent Soul cultivator. In order to capture the top combat power that is almost the current cultivation world, it does not seem an exaggeration to dispatch such a combat power.

However, for Du Ziteng and his group, it was destined to be an extremely dangerous battle!

And this team of wise demons showed their fangs excitedly when they saw so many human monks gathered in one place with extraordinary cultivation, but after exchanging some opinions with each other, they actually suppressed their excitement and stayed where they were. Waiting, only to make Wen Renling bewildered:

"Why don't they attack?"

This is also a point that confuses everyone, including Wanqi Wujiang. No matter how difficult it is, they are ready to fight, but the enemy has not made a move for a long time, which makes people feel that their expressions are wasted.

But in the blink of an eye, there was another rapid rustling sound in the distance, and the expressions of all the monks suddenly changed: These demons just made various actions, obviously they were just delaying time, they have already called for reinforcements, and these reinforcements have even arrived!

A group of wise demons had already made them so afraid, if reinforcements came...they couldn't imagine it anymore.

And Wan Teng Wujiang's heart is also full of remorse, he doesn't know whether he is regretting that the patriarch did not dare to stop him when he made a move, or he is regretting that he did not interfere with the tearing of the space, or he already regrets that he apologized in person and admitted in disguise The mistake of the Daxue Palace... But if the number of reinforcements in front of him is so huge, everything is meaningless, and everything will end here.

Hearing the numerous rustling sounds, Du Ziteng grinned: "Everyone, are you ready?"

Wen Renling, Ming Jing and the others were a little dazed, what are they going to do?

When those monsters gathered thousands of people and came to kill them, Du Ziteng squinted his eyes: "Okay, everyone remember the follow-up plan, Elder Ming, you pull Palace Master Wanqi and the others, you know what to do done."

These words stunned the monks who took out their magical weapons and prepared to fight. Now everyone is going to fight!Be desperate!What nonsense follow-up plan are you talking about!We didn't even get to the meeting point, who the hell is going to execute the follow-up plan with you!Let's greet these monsters in front of us first, and let's talk about the next step when we go back with our lives!

Seeing that the monster was about to rush in front of him, Du Ziteng showed a bright smile, and Ming Jing suddenly opened his eyes wide in doubt: "No——Sect Master Du, we..."

Didn't make it to a safe assembly point! ! !

Don't mess around! ! !

But the smile on Du Ziteng's face was as gorgeous as a flower, and he didn't know if he heard it or not, but the second half of Ming Jing's words were completely drowned out by the violent roar that split the world...

At this time, if you look down from the top of Daxuefeng, what a magnificent sight it is. The snow accumulated in Daxuefeng for thousands of years, with an unknown height and depth, is like a surging river, or like a flying waterfall. , surging down from the bank of the blood pool, with such mighty momentum, it almost made people suspect that he was standing in the torrent, not on top of the snow peak.

After the boulder, all the Golden Core cultivators, including Wanqi Wujiang and others, were stunned: in front of them, those arrogant, powerful, and outnumbered monsters were like ants, and they were completely washed away by the huge flowing water. Not even a trace was left.

And they, a small group of monks, stood upright behind the boulder, watching the snow rushing around them like a flood, but they were not affected at all.

After a long while, when the torrent gradually subsided, one shocked look after another fell on Du Ziteng at the same time.

But at this time, Du Ziteng said solemnly: "Follow-up plan, start!"

He Lianyuan, who had already arrived at the safe assembly point, was beeping in his heart, didn't he agree?Everyone arrives at a safe place and activates the magic circle again! ! !

What the hell is that Du Ziteng doing, the whole team didn't even show up, and they actually inspired the entire magic circle! ! !

However, He Lianyuan knew very well that the battlefield was unpredictable and opportunities must not be missed. No matter what happened to Du Ziteng, the plan must be implemented, otherwise all possible sacrifices would be in vain!

Before he could explain, he said solemnly: "The formation is activated, the follow-up plan begins, let's go!"

The two teams set off from different places at the same time towards the top of the snow peak, the cave beside the blood pool where countless human compatriots were imprisoned!

Just now, an avalanche actually emptied seven or eight out of ten of the monsters stationed outside the cave, but under the thick snow, how to save people also requires skill. Under such circumstances, Du Ziteng took out a dozen demon-slaying and demon-killing charms: "Explode them!"

They didn't know how long it would take for the monsters to come down from the top of the blood pool. At this moment, they couldn't be too picky about the thoroughness of their actions.He Lianyuan only said: "I will lead the others to clear the place!"

Wan Teng Wujiang coughed hastily: "There is a secret way!"

So, when Xuechi hurriedly dispatched demons to check what bastards were making trouble and decided to clean it up, they were shocked to find that all the imprisoned rations had disappeared on the entire Xuefeng.

Above Xuefeng, the blood pool that seemed to be eternally calm suddenly set off a raging wave, and the furious roar almost caused the danger of another avalanche on Xuefeng!

And when Du Ziteng was driving the blue boat and Lingshi was running for his life without money, in the far west, under his meticulous plan, a change that was destined to make the three blood pools vomit blood finally happened.