After Feng Huai fell asleep, a female cultivator in the team quietly got up and walked to Lin Xin's side.
"Senior Brother Lin."
Lin Xin turned his face and glanced at her.
"What's up?"
The female cultivator smiled bitterly. On the right side of her beautiful face, there was a bloody mouth that disfigured her face. It was obviously an injury from the previous battle. In a place like this where there are no magic spells and even the medicine has been used up, this is the only way.
Embarrassed.
"Although I know it's presumptuous, I still want to ask Senior Brother for something."
The nun held up a letter in her hand.
"If I die in the mission this time, please ask my senior brother to help me send a message to my family. I don't know."
Lin Xin looked at this third-level female cultivator, his expression unchanged, and after a moment, he said softly.
"Actually, wouldn't it be better for you to go back and summon the person yourself?"
"I'm afraid I won't live until that time." The female cultivator shook her head. "My father, Zhao Xuanzhen, is the head of the Zhao family in the Chongyang Realm. I beg you, senior brother."
There was a hint of pleading in her eyes.
Lin Xin raised his eyes and saw that at some point behind the female cultivator, many cultivators from the team were also standing.
Each of them holds letters in their hands, and everyone looks at them expectantly.
"Leave it to me."
He sighed and whispered.
If there is anyone who can survive this mission, then the one with the greatest possibility is him.
So everyone places their hopes on him.
They are just ordinary monks in Bihu Mountain. They may all be geniuses outside, but in the sect, they are just ordinary members who are extremely ordinary.
Feng Huai, who was sleeping on his side, had his back to everyone and sighed slightly.
He also received letters from some team members, and naturally understood Lin Xin's mood at this time.
Listening to the team members coming forward to hand over the letters to Lin Xin one by one, he felt uncomfortable. No one expected that a mission that he thought would be an easy task would be suppressed by an energy storm, causing his fifth level to be unable to do anything.
It is similar to the general fourth level, many things are blocked in the space equipment and cannot be taken out.
As a result, the entire team now suffered such heavy casualties.
"Fairy Mountain of the Four Seas!" When she thought of the corpses of the team members who died in the snow on the way, Feng Huai's heart tightened a little, and her eyes became stern.
He has only practiced cultivation for two hundred years, and after all, he has not seen through these births, old age, illness, and death, as well as grudges and hatreds.
The heavy snow was falling one after another, falling slowly like feathers.
The upper half of a broken building was cut off diagonally and placed on top of another shorter building, forming a shadow area similar to a pergola.
Lin Yaoyang sat alone in the shadows, a little bit of white light in his hand constantly lighting up and going out.
"The power of purification must be very strong. It must be that I haven't found a way to use it." She tried hard to suppress the previous scene in her mind, calmed down, and continued to carefully exercise the control of the power of purification.
"Sister Yang!"
Suddenly, at the bonfire over there, Song Danhao stood up and shouted over there.
"Something new."
Lin Yaoyang quickly stood up and walked over, approaching the bonfire. Xu Ling was preparing some disgusting ointment at the side.
Gong Shang Bai Yu held a water bottle with a weird smell and drank slowly.
Song Danhao was stirring the fire alone.
"Sister Yang, I think I roughly know where the thing we are looking for is." His face was solemn, without any intention of joking.
"What are we looking for?" Lin Yaoyang was stunned.
"Yes, we must find a way to leave here, but not long ago, I have faintly noticed that there seems to be some power watching us and guiding us towards the deepest part of this ruins."
Song Danhao explained.
"Deep in my blood, there is a voice that keeps calling me. Originally, I was afraid that it was something bad, so I ignored it, but now, we have no choice."
"Four Seas Fairy Mountain, Fantasy Sea Pole, Bihu Mountain, and other weaker sects have all arrived. Of course, the so-called weak strength is compared to these three major sects. It is also a big trouble for us.
So we really have no choice."
Xu Ling's little face was frowning, while she was trying hard to pour the sticky, weird ointment into an empty bottle.
This is a simple wound medicine that she just concocted, using local materials. In situations like this where there are no spells to use, it might be a life-saving medicine.
"What on earth is here? They are all here, they can't just catch us, right?" Gong Shang Bai Yu said weakly.
"Of course not." Song Danhao's eyes flashed with a hint of depression, "In the East China Sea of the Immortal Mountains of the Four Seas, the Four-Eared Immortal Du Qijun personally led the team. He deliberately showed mercy and let us escape before. His purpose is already obvious."
"The tears of the Snowman King? Or the courage of the Snowman King?" Xu Ling suddenly understood.
"They should all be there." Song Danhao shook his head, "Du Qijun of the East China Sea from the Four Seas Immortal Mountain, I have heard my master mention it, is one of the most famous and powerful people in the East China Sea. Generally speaking, these fifth-level people will not easily come to the outer realm of the void if they have nothing to do.
Suffer.
If you let yourself live for thousands of years in the human world and escape into the void, you may be killed by void demon spirits in a few years or decades. Isn't this a disease?"
"I seem to have heard of Du Qijun, the Four-Eared Immortal. He has opened a chain of Chonghai Tea Houses on many islands in the East China Sea. I heard that his family is extremely wealthy and he is the second husband-in-law of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea."
The head of the palace merchant Bai Yu family is close to the seaside, so he has a little better information in this regard.
"East China Sea Dragon Palace?" Lin Yaoyang sank slightly, "Even if it has a dragon talisman."
"Dragon Talisman? What is that?"
Xu Ling and others have never heard of this thing.
"The magic weapon made of golden dragon scales is only available to people in the Dragon Palace. My father was lucky enough to see it once, and it can trigger the sixth-order real dragon's shadow to move out twice. It's extremely scary!" Lin Yaoyang looked solemn.
"Level Six"
Suddenly a group of people gasped.
"Furthermore, Du Qijun does not practice ordinary skills, but the extremely spiritual Nu Hai Jue, which is nearly twice as deep as the average monk of the same level. He is also a well-known figure in the Four Seas Immortal Mountain." Gong Shangbai
Yu added.
"The rest of the people are fine. It's this Four-Eared Immortal Du Qijun who definitely let us go on purpose. This guy" Song Danhao's eyes flashed with traces of black flames.
"Let's take a rest and go. Get there as soon as possible and be relieved soon."
"Yeah." Several people responded, and they all sat down to warm themselves by the bonfire.
After resting for a while, Gong Shang Bai Yu suddenly opened his arms, and a layer of light spread out, covering the four of them.
Buzz!
In an instant, the four people were enveloped in a hemispherical silver light curtain and disappeared instantly.
Bang!
On a dark floor not far away, a group of men in black were quietly hiding in the shadows.
The woman in black clothes leading the team, with her head full of white hair, was clearly the leader of the Phantom Sea Polar Region team that Si Er had met once before.
Seeing the four people fleeing, the woman was shocked, but a trace of anger flashed in her eyes.
"Spread out and chase! They can't run far!"
The five men in black behind them bowed silently and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Their aura was extremely weak, and they would not be attacked by snowmen along the way. However, they were able to find Song Danhao and others safely.
But he didn't expect these people to suddenly make this move and force a sudden teleportation.
"Sister, Du Qijun is here too."
A person who was watching in the dark suddenly said.
"He's been here all along. This guy must have planted something on those people. Du Qijun hums that if he doesn't show up, if he does, don't blame me for being rude." The woman reached into her arms and touched this
Having brought something like this for the first time, I felt calmer and calmer, turned around and walked towards the darkness.
"This is very close to the center. We must not let him get there first! Let's go."
"yes!"
A group of men in black followed the woman and soon completely disappeared into the shadows.
No one is better at dealing with ice monsters like snowmen than monks who were born in the Illusory Sea.
On the rooftop of a building in the distance.
Si Er Du Qijun stood condescendingly, looking down at the place where Song Danhao and others disappeared from a distance.
He looked calm and even had a little smile.
"Brother Jun, that guy really brought someone in." Deputy Dong Shengping walked up behind him and said in a low voice.
"Where are the people from other sects?" Du Qijun said calmly.
"We have already arrived at the extension. It will probably take a few days to catch up with us." Dong Shengping replied, looking at Du Qijun with a hint of admiration and admiration in his eyes.
He has always stood behind him like this since he was a child. The two of them learned martial arts together, practiced together, apprenticed together, and did everything together.
It has been more than five hundred years now, and he has watched with his own eyes the elder brother he once admired the most, step by step from a gangster to the height he is now.
No one knows better than him how much price and effort the Four-Eared Immortal Du Qijun has paid to reach his current position.
As a fifth-level powerhouse, Du Qijun also has another identity, that of being the founder of another small sect.
In addition, his power network also extends to the entire East China Sea. Over the years, as time goes by, even he, an old man who has been following Du Qijun, no longer knows how much power he has in his hands.
And how much power it has.
Son-in-law of Dragon Palace, this is just one of his many identities.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Du Qijun seemed to be aware of his friend's gaze, and turned around and said gently.
"It's nothing." Dong Shengping came back to his senses. No matter what, he has been his only close friend and only big brother for hundreds of years since childhood.
"Brother Jun, what exactly is the courage of the Snowman King? Why do so many people come to fight for it?"
Du Qijun smiled slightly.
"The Snowman King's tears are treasures used to enhance the power of the soul. And the Snowman King's courage is naturally related to the soul.
That thing is a powerful treasure that can awaken people's memories of past lives, and it also has the effect of cleansing and cutting away the marrow."
"Awakening past life memories?" Dong Shengping was startled, "Isn't it the rumored rape treasure?"
"Of course not." Du Qijun shook his head. "Okay, those four people should enter the Palace of Nothingness now, let's follow them."
"yes!"
With a wave of his hand, a circle of colorful beads suddenly jumped out in front of Du Qijun, red, orange, yellow, green, black, blue, and purple. The seven colors condensed into seven beads, which were slowly linked together to form a ring.
The palm-sized ring suddenly expanded and opened with a hiss, turning into a colorful vortex as tall as a person.
Du Qijun was the first to step into the whirlpool. Dong Shengping waved his hand back, and more than a dozen platinum-clad monks immediately gathered from the corner of the roof.
"Half of the people go in, and the rest guard the entrance and exit outside."
Dong Shengping ordered, and then he quickly followed, stepped into the whirlpool, and disappeared. To be continued