take care of yourself

The last time Ying Yao received the news from Fang Li, there were only six of the nine Huashen remaining. Apart from guarding the barriers on both sides so as not to accidentally injure outsiders, Fang Li and Feng Jian, who did not participate in it, happened to be two people on one side.

Seeing what Feng Jian meant, there was a sudden attack by the Dao of Heaven, and no one escaped from these two places, even this communication talisman could hardly be delivered, and they had completely lost contact with them.

"So they have spent hundreds of years of calculations, built up the cultivation base and the orthodoxy, and even disrupted the entire cultivation world. What did they accomplish?" Zheng Chuan murmured, "Why bother?"

Ying Yao replied in a low voice, "It's also for survival."

It's just that some people survive for the sake of living, and some people survive for the sake of ambition.

Zheng Chuan lowered his head to look at the fly ash of the communication talisman remaining in his hand for a while, and blinked slightly.

His eyes were a little red, but he regained his composure in an instant, and said in a deep voice: "There is something missing in this communication talisman, I have to send someone to check it out, Ayao, you go to Xixue Mountain alone, I will call a few disciples to go No Bright City."

"I'm with Sect Master Zheng," He Hu interjected, "Huanxi and that person are both in Wuliang City, I...I have to find them."

Ying Yao looked at Zheng Chuan worriedly, but he didn't say anything in the end, and agreed with a serious expression.

He had nothing to prepare, he just took a few bottles of life-saving pills and magic weapons from the warehouse, carefully checked the mountain sealing formation before leaving, and entrusted Zheng Mo and the white fox with the task of controlling the formation. The sword flew towards Xixue Mountain.

Ying Yao flew thousands of miles in less than half a day, but he was stopped by Jiang Heting with a lion before he was about to enter Xixue Mountain.

Jiang Heting, the lord of the West Snow Mountain, hadn't enjoyed a few years of power in his hands when he caught up with an earth-shattering battle for the avenue. The mortals left their homes, and the monks under him were not going to join him for the name of the monk who crossed the catastrophe in Chuhang. It's just that they were scared by the sound of their fight and fled Xixue Mountain. It can't be said that it was not miserable.

Over the years, Ying Yao has often accommodated the mortals he sent from Xixue Mountain, and often had to deal with Jiang Heting, so when he saw that he was going to stop him, he stopped and asked, "What's the matter with Palace Master Jiang?"

Both Jiang Heting and the lion were in a bit of a panic. The lion's buttocks were bald and its tail was cut clean. It had to lean on Jiang Heting to stand firm.

"The mountains of Xixue Mountain were all cut off in the middle, and the irritable aura formed an insurmountable barrier across the mountains. I wanted to save people just now, but I almost lost my life. I thought you would definitely come, right here Waiting for you." Jiang Heting said, "Don't try, that barrier can stop you from crossing the catastrophe, not to mention you are a deity?"

Ying Yao thanked him for his kindness, but still parted from Jiang Heting and walked into Xixue Mountain alone.

Jiang Heting had nothing to do with his stubbornness, so he could only part ways with him outside the snow mountain and flew in the opposite direction.

The ground of Xixue Mountain is cracked with many gullies. I don’t know how many years the accumulated ice and snow protrude and crisscross like wolf teeth. Under the ice and snow was not the frozen soil as hard as steel, but slowly surging magma, every place showed Ying Yao what it means to be unpredictable in manpower, silently persuading him to retreat.

Ying Yao didn't want to feel awed and shocked by the scene in front of him, he frowned and let go of his consciousness to search for the breath of living people in the wrinkled ice and snow.

Most of the mortals in the Xixue Mountains moved away from their homeland early, and the rest who really couldn't leave their homeland were mostly elderly people. When the accident happened, no one hugged their own lives, and the few remaining were still alive. Those who had breath were all monks who could escape on their own, so Ying Yao didn't care about it and just kept moving forward.

His speed in Xixue Mountain was much slower than when he was going to Xixue Mountain, but Xixue Mountain was such a large area, and if he flew slower for half an hour, he still had to stop in front of the cut-off mountain range. .

When he was a hundred miles closer to the mountains, Yingyao felt the shocking aura emanating from the sky and the earth, which made him unable to fly with the sword, and could only fall down and move forward on the fluffy snow, where he could occasionally see Seeing bloodstains, but the spiritual sense can only feel dead silence, without any vitality that can make people happy.

Ying Yao walked slowly to the foot of the mountain. At this time, every trace of the tangled spiritual energy was like a sword. He had to concentrate on dealing with it in order not to be too seriously injured. Feeling like trembling, Ying and Ying Yao dealt with these auras, while complaining, "Oh my god!"

The situation in Wuliang City is almost the same as that of Xixue Mountain. Yingyao stayed at the foot of the mountain for a while, and sent Zheng Chuan a message telling him the scene on his side, and told him not to get too close. Respond before attempting to ascend the mountain.

Jiang Heting didn't exaggerate, the more he went up, the more frenzied his aura became. He started to feel dizzy and unable to face it after climbing a few dozen feet, so he had to retreat ten feet to rest behind a rock.

Jiu Sujian worried: "Can you continue to go up?"

"You have to take a look..." Ying Yao gritted her teeth and answered her own sword, "Since the spiritual energy has not dissipated and is still blocking people from passing, there must be someone alive inside."

He regained his spiritual power a little bit and walked out with the sword again, but this time he changed his method of dealing with the spiritual energy, feeling the aggressive direction of the spiritual energy and walking through it, only when he encountered a situation that he couldn't dodge Only then raised the sword to block.

This method is indeed effective, but it consumes even more mental energy. Before a moment, Yingyao began to feel a splitting headache. He ventured to look back at how high he had climbed, and found that it was less than three years old compared to just now. ten feet.

The mountain he picked was not too high, and if he persisted for more than 50 feet, he would be able to cross the mountain range. Ying Yao turned his head and rolled down the ground without any image, avoiding a beam of spiritual energy shooting at him, and put his palm on the ground. Press, quietly dug a hole in the frozen fairly solid ice, and slid into it with a short body.

The spiritual energy underground is not as frenzied as that on the ground, but when it comes into contact with the external spiritual energy, it immediately changes. Ying Yao only had a chance to breathe for a moment, and was pushed out of the ground by a gust of wind.

"I think you can make a hole upwards," Jiu Sujian came up with an idea indiscriminately, "as long as you move fast enough, the aura in the ice is always easier to deal with."

Ying Yao agreed with its sword intent. He jumped up two feet and landed on the edge of a hole where a pine tree might have taken root. .

If the aura here is more peaceful, Yingyao dares to say that there is no better geomantic treasure in the whole world. Fortunately, the meridians of Jianxiu are tough enough to withstand the irritable aura, so now he doesn't need to be stingy with spiritual energy , the faster you can climb under the ice, the better.

The Jiusu Sword stayed firmly on his back, and occasionally swung it to help him fly away the aura that he couldn't avoid. He watched Ying Yao climb up to the intersection of the mountain like a field mouse trying to dig a hole, and then staggered to the other side of the mountain. go away.

Ying Yao felt a gust of wind rolling him, he struggled twice but failed to break free, so he simply raised his hand to cover his head to see where it was going to roll him.

The Jiusu Sword fell off his back and rolled on the ground with him, yelling.

The mountain range was cut off quite smooth, Ying Yao was not injured except for the dust that rolled out of his body, but the fringe of the Jiusu Sword was cut off by something, and as soon as it stopped, it plunged into Ying Yao's arms and choked up.

Ying Yao patted the hilt of its sword soothingly with one hand, stood up with one hand on his knees, and leaned over to look at the other side of the mountain range.

The breeding ground of the snow bears that he had seen before caught his eyes first. What is amazing is that even though the outside world is turned upside down, this breeding ground surrounded by mountains is actually safe and sound, only the vigilant calls of the adult snow bears, There is no vibe of grief.

Ying Yao happened to be standing on the edge of the mountain break at this time, probably thanks to the snow bear breeding ground, there was no aura flying around where he was now, so he sat down and rested for a while, and waited until his spiritual energy recovered. The small bloody cuts all over his body healed, so he stood up again and walked down.

He had mixed with the snow bear group once before, and now he can get in with ease. There are more than 50 miles to go through the breeding ground, which is the place where Chu Hang put his own small world, and he should walk through the vigilant snow bears without any danger. At the other end of the basin, he jumped up the mountain again, and was suddenly taken a breath by the aura that was more terrifying than when he climbed the mountain.

Jiusujian stayed silent with him for a while, and advised him, "Give up, Ayao, there are still more than fifty miles to go, you can't make it through."

Ying Yao tried his best to stand on the edge of the mountain and watched for a while, then silently formed a three-layer defensive formation, and sat cross-legged facing the raging spiritual power.

"I know manpower is exhausted," he said to himself, "why do you ask me to see you every time?"

There was no way for Jiusujian to answer his question. It lay on Yingyao's lap silently but firmly accompanied him for a while, and suddenly a question came to his mind: "Is Zhuo Yuanshan's tomb also on the mountain that was cut off?"

Ying Yao didn't know how his sword suddenly reminded him of Zhuo Yuanshan. He recalled the location of the wooden house on Zhuoyuan Mountain, shook his head at Jiusujian, and suddenly realized that there was a snow bear with him. A little bit of death that cannot be detected is climbing towards him, and he put this topic aside at the moment, turning around to look at them cautiously.

He had seen the snow bear before, but the female bear with her cub was gone, and the male bear waiting at the foot of the mountain seemed to have a person on its back. Ying Yao glanced over and jumped out With a sense of familiarity, he got up from the defensive formation and walked out in a panic, jumping to the side of the male bear.

On the back of the male bear was Feng Jian's corpse. He was holding the sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword rested on the instep of his foot. He was lying peacefully on the snow bear's fluffy fur, no longer breathing.

Said the male bear, "He saved us and died exhausted."