The Path to Immortality

Once this Patriarch loses power, Patriarch Lei himself may not be punished for the sake of his golden elixir cultivation, but the disciples below, such as the Wuhuiguan disciples who controlled the Jishi Mountain guide business - Jinghai, Jingkong and others , but will inevitably be implicated.

Even if most of the profits from the guiding business have to be turned over to the sect, even if they can only make a living, the profits are still extremely rich.

There are many monks in the Wuhui Sect who are eager for this way of making money.

Because of this, Taoist Jinghai paid far more attention to this matter than Jingzhen, who had other connections behind him.

He was anxious to get back to the Wuhui Sect and inquire about the specific situation. After thinking about it, he really didn't want to wait for such a long time. Feeling lucky, he made the decision to hit the road immediately.

After all, with the speed of the foundation-building monks, it would take less than a few days to cross the territory of Tianshuang Bingluan. The probability of catching this golden elixir monster waking up from its slumber is not that high.

What's more, even if they really wake up and go out for inspection, the probability of encountering and discovering them in the huge snow-capped mountains is also very slim.

After making up his mind, Taoist Jinghai informed Fang Ping and the others about his next plan.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he did not tell him that he was not sure how long Tianshuang Bingluan would be in sleep. It is only said that Tianshuang Bingluan is sleeping most of the time and rarely goes out on weekdays. They need to cross here as quickly as possible.

When Taoist Jinghai who led the way said this, no matter Duanmu Chen and others, or Fang Ping, they would naturally not doubt it.

After all, if he really encounters a golden elixir monster, Taoist Jinghai will most likely not be able to escape.

Even if he had the intention to deceive others, he could never deceive himself as well.

So, without any hesitation, everyone set out on the road across the snow-capped mountains.

………

One day later.

The wind is freezing and the snowflakes are falling.

A group of monks flew between the mountains covered with ice and snow. Because they were worried that Shuangbingluan would suddenly wake up and appear that day, everyone unanimously lowered the height of the escape light to an extremely low level, almost only a few feet away from the ground.

At this moment, a group of ice snakes about six to seven feet long suddenly emerged from the cracks in the thick ice and snow.

Although the strength of these ice snakes is only in the middle of the first level, it is obvious that they have extraordinary blood, and their bodies are filled with astonishing icy aura. As soon as he appeared, he blocked everyone's way and attacked them.

Perhaps it was the ice energy that made them blend into the snow-capped mountains. The foundation-building ghosts sent by female cultivator Kong Lanfang to explore ahead did not discover these monsters in advance.

Facing the unexpected interception, Taoist Jinghai couldn't help but feel a little worried.

As he took the lead in taking action, he shouted: "Old method, quick victory!"

Seeing the guide opening his mouth, Fang Ping, Duan Muchen and others did not hesitate and took action one after another.

Nine rays of blazing sun light flew out one after another, instantly killing and severely injuring two ice snakes.

Duan Muchen's little green pagoda also appeared again, suppressing the other two in one fell swoop.

With the combined efforts of everyone, in just over ten breaths, all the ice snakes blocking the road were killed, leaving only pieces of white ice crystals that exuded a strange cold aura and a large amount of the blood of the cold snakes.

Those ice crystals that look a bit like spiritual stones are Han Chi crystals and can be used to refine weapons.

And the blood of Han Chi is an excellent material for making some talismans.

Even if these materials are divided equally among the monks, they are still a considerable amount of income.

Zhuang Daoling and others were pleasantly surprised and began to collect the loot.

Fang Ping frowned and couldn't help but said: "Everyone, why bother caring about some materials? It's better to pass through here quickly."

Duanmu Chen is a talisman master. When he saw the good materials for making talismans, his eyes were straight and he couldn't move his feet at all.

While he took out a few porcelain bottles and collected the blood of Han Li, he said to Fang Ping with a smile: "It has been a day since we entered the snow mountain. Shuang Bingluan didn't move at all that day. He should be still sleeping... It only took a moment, how could it be so... skillful."

Upon seeing this, Taoist Jinghai moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not dissuade him.

The others refused to leave, and Fang Ping had nothing to do.

He originally stood there with nothing but joined in the action of collecting materials. Earning a fortune of spiritual stones is secondary. If one more person is involved, the matter can be completed earlier and leave this place as soon as possible.

He didn't want to delay his trip just for a small profit, so that something unexpected would happen in the end.

soon.

As Fang Ping was the first to stop, Zhuang Daoling and Ding Biwu also divided the spoils one after another, stood up with smiles on their faces, and prepared to move on.

But what no one expected was that at this moment, from the top of the snow-capped mountains behind everyone, an inaudible pressure of the golden elixir and the crisp sound of the luan came from afar.

——The golden elixir monster Tianshuang Bingluan woke up from its slumber and began to patrol its territory again!

"This! How could it be such a coincidence?"

The faces of Duanmuchen and others turned pale, and their expressions were visibly panicked.

Fang Ping's eyes were cold, but he was more helpless.

Taoist Jinghai had no expression on his face. He quickly looked back and saw that there was no trace of Tianshuang Bingluan yet with the naked eye. With a hint of luck, he urged: "Quick, everyone, move forward at full speed!"

Feeling the threat from the golden elixir monster, Duanmu Chen and others did not dare to be too powerful, so they tried their best to activate their magic power.

The six escaping lights stuck to the ice-covered ground and fled eastward as fast as possible.

However, I don’t know if it was a coincidence or Tian Shuang Bing Luan discovered the breath left by the human cultivators. This extremely powerful golden elixir monster was chasing them at a speed far beyond everyone else.

When Jinghai Taoist looked back for the third time, he saw an inaudible black spot at the end of the sky.

“Not good!”

Jinghai Taoist’s heart sank.

Although he was not sure that Tian Shuang Bing Luan was coming for him and others, he was already a little panicked and regretful at this moment.

He quickly stopped and threw the gray gauze-like spiritual weapon from the storage bag again.

Under the urging of magic power, the gauze flew over the heads of everyone and turned into a wide curtain, covering them.

It seemed that in an instant, this curtain covered the breath and figures of the cultivators, completely isolating them from the outside world.

Even with this special high-grade spiritual weapon to cover the breath, Jinghai Taoist still had no confidence.

He quickly used magic power to send a message to Fang Ping and others, asking them to try to restrain all breath.

After all, that Tian Shuang Bing Luan was not a demon beast that had just entered the Jindan stage, but was one step away from the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

In the extremely solemn atmosphere, Duanmu Chen and other cultivators did not dare to breathe, restrained their breath and magic power to the extreme, and silently observed the situation outside the veil.

As everyone watched, the black spot in the sky rapidly enlarged, gradually revealing the true form of Tian Shuang Bing Luan.

This was a silver giant bird with a wingspan of twenty feet, and its whole body was lingering with cold and deadly white frost. Behind it, a frosty white ice crystal belt that stretched for thousands of feet remained in the air, reflecting colorful glow under the sunlight, looking spectacular.

For the weaker foundation-building cultivators, let alone being attacked, just getting a little closer would be frozen into ice sculptures by the breath it exudes!