The Path Toward Heaven

In the far north, on the other side of the Mohai Sea, there is a group of mountains rising abruptly from the snow field, completely devoid of people and extremely desolate.

The so-called mountains, in fact, the distance between each peak is very far, it looks like beetles drilled out of flour.

The snow field is white, but the mountains are black. The color tone is extremely monotonous. If you look at it for a long time, your eyes will feel a little uncomfortable.

It is said that this was the ancestral home of the Wansong Sect back then, but it was later destroyed by the largest beast tide, leaving no traces of it.

This place is already approaching the edge of Snow Country, and it is still extremely cold even in early summer.

Especially the strong wind above the high-altitude clouds is as cold as a knife. Whether it is flying with a sword or a royal treasure, it is difficult to sustain it for a long time. The flying chariot that can isolate the severe cold is too slow and too dangerous.

If a practitioner is flying high in the sky, or if he lands on the highest lone peak in the northwest, if he looks north, he can see the aura of heaven and earth fluctuating from time to time on the snow field thousands of miles away. Especially around those black mountains, every once in a while, you can see the strong wind tearing up the low-hanging lead clouds, the sword light and the precious light complement each other, and a tornado-like snowstorm is stirred up on the surface of the snowfield, mixed with ear-piercing screams and low roars, it looks like countless fireworks.

——That was the young practitioner who participated in the Meihui Dao Battle, searching and hunting the monsters in the Snow Country.

There is a lonely mountain where the surroundings are very quiet, and the mountain is even more dead silent.

Jing Jiu sat somewhere between the cliffs, looking at the snow field in the distance, and remained silent.

There was still some winter snow on the top of the peak, and frost formed on his eyelashes, but it was not early morning, it was already dusk.

There is a cave several hundred feet away, and there is a bonfire in the cave, and four young practitioners are sitting around.

The bonfire had obviously just been lit, and the fire hadn't fully ignited yet. The light fell on their young faces, which was a bit dark, making the anxious emotions clearer.

A young man with a cold appearance in a white Taoist uniform stood up, walked outside the cave, and glanced at Jing Jiu's position.

After a while, he came back and shook his head.

This person is Lu Jin, a disciple of Xuantianzong, who is good at fire-type exercises, and is most suitable for fighting in severe cold environments, which is extremely important.

The square-faced young man sitting next to him frowned slightly and sighed in disappointment.

His name is Wu Mingzhong, and he is a young disciple of Wuenmen. He cultivates an extremely rare sword and shield, which can provide an excellent barrier effect. He is also very dissatisfied with the current situation facing the team, but because of the relationship between Wuenmen and Qingshanzong, it is difficult to say anything.

After all, some people couldn't help it anymore. The young practitioner was called Dai Yin, and he was a young disciple trained by the Kunlun School.

He is dressed in black, with a green ribbon tied around his waist. It is the magic weapon of the Kunlun School, the Qingsuo. It is said that it is made from the long bones of the Qingjiao, and it is extremely powerful.

Dai Yin's eyebrows were straight, just like his words: If he still refuses to leave tomorrow morning, then we will leave him behind.

Lu Jin and Wu Mingzhong did not speak, the remaining girl hesitated, and said: Should we wait a little longer? After all, he is a senior, and he may have thought more carefully than us. Besides, he can win the first place in the chess game. I think his level is not low. I heard that when he tried the sword in Qingshan, he even won against Senior Brother Gu Han.

I also want to know, the dignified senior master of the Green Mountain Sect hides here every day and refuses to go out. What is he thinking?

Dai Yin looked at her with a sneer and said, I don't know what his realm strength is, but if we just stay with him like this, what about Dao Zhan?

The girl's name is Yin Qingmo, she is a disciple of Zhaixing Building, she uses the star pot as a magic weapon, and is an indispensable role in every Dao warfare team like Suling Sect disciples.

Hearing what Dai Yin said so directly, the other three people including her fell silent.

The question is, who is going to talk to that person?

The bonfire fell on their faces, changing constantly.

Since it's my suggestion, then I'll come! Dai Yin gritted his teeth and said.

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Jing Jiu glanced at this young Kunlun disciple.

After traveling together for more than ten days, he remembered that the other party's name was Dai Yin.

It doesn't feel right, stay for a few more days...

He thought for a while and added, I suggest.

What if we don't want to accept your proposal?

Dai Yin stared into his eyes and asked, his expression obviously a little nervous.

Jing Jiu's status is much higher than theirs, and he is a celebrity, the key is that his reputation is not very good.

The ascetics who participated in the Mei Hui knew what happened in Chaoge City, and they were all guessing whether the Qing Tiansi official was forced to death by him.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, Let's leave tomorrow then.

Back in the cave, Dai Yin kicked the bonfire away annoyed.

The companions were very surprised, and quickly asked what happened. Could it be that Jing Jiu insisted that everyone must stay in the mountain?

nothing.

Dai Yin said out of breath.

He was really in a bad mood.

If he had known this earlier, why would he have endured it a few days ago? After so many days of delay, how could his results in the Dao Zhan be any better?

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The twilight disappeared quickly, and the night came, the snow clouds gradually dispersed, and the starlight fell on the cliff, adding a bit of chill.

Jing Jiu quietly looked at Xue Yuan, feeling nothing.

This place has been the last line of defense of the human race for countless years, but this is the first time he has really come here.

The main reason why he came to participate in the Taoist war was to try to find that person, as Zhao Layue said, although there is no hot pot here.

The assassination of Mingcui Valley, the shadow of the old forest and the underworld, the hidden taste behind these things made him a little uneasy.

That person wanted to kill Zhao Layue was understandable, just like many years ago - he wanted to prove to Jing Jiu that his path was correct.

At the same time, he also wanted to let Jing Jiu see this cold and cruel snow field with his own eyes.

What's the point here?

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In the early morning, a group of people left the lonely mountain and set foot on the snowfield.

The other teams participating in the Taoist battle had already gone a long way into the depths of the snow field, leaving them far behind.

Logically speaking, the snow field that has been cleared by the contestants should be safe, but they are still very careful.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, the five of them, including Jing Jiu, had no experience in participating in Taoist warfare.

Suddenly there was an exclamation.

The girl named Yin Qingmo sprinted tens of feet to avoid something, and in her panic, she forgot to call out the star pot to defend herself.

Dai Yin looked at where she was standing, frowned, and said: The eggs of snow worms are not dangerous, and they are not considered achievements. It is useless to kill more.

After saying this, he took the lead and walked forward, looking very confident.

It was late spring when we left Chaoge City, and now it's summer, and the temperature in the north of Mohai is relatively high. At this time, most of the snowfield monsters will fall asleep.

Jing Jiu went there, brushed the ice and snow away with his sleeves, and took a look at it—the egg was about the size of a fist, covered with a layer of translucent white film, with three vertical and horizontal cracks on it, the edge of the crack was wet mucus, and some green fuzz could be seen vaguely, which looked disgusting.

He stretched out his hand to pick it up, and when his fingers touched the egg, he felt a slight suction.

He thought it was very interesting, and looked at it seriously.

Yin Qingmo looked at this scene with a pale face, feeling so disgusted, thinking what's so good about such an ugly thing?