Ancestor Xun Ping put on a show and wanted to talk to Qi Si.
Qi Si blocked her ears with her fingers, just not wanting to listen.
Ancestor Xun Ping, however, was still elegant and said: "The demon clan has a Mahayana realm, the demon clan can also be regarded as having a Mahayana realm, but the human race does not have a Mahayana realm. The human race is in danger and cannot continue to be so internally divided. It must be twisted into one."
Rope, there are many opportunities for spiritual growth, and I strive to reach the Mahayana realm as soon as possible."
Patriarch Qi Si plugged his ears with his fingers and replied: "If you want to get out of the Mahayana realm, it won't be your Huayan Sect's turn to take advantage of it. Your Huayan Sect is not upright, so you should suffer more retribution."
Ancestor Xun Ping sighed: "I strongly opposed it at the beginning, but the minority obeyed the majority and it didn't work. Mu Sheng is too dazzling and stands out alone, with no one competing."
Qi Si was very proud: "That is our Tianyun Sect's destiny, you are only jealous."
"Who says otherwise?" Patriarch Xun Ping said, "Because he alone can obtain the Mahayana realm Thunder Winged Tiger, five eighth-level Thunder Winged Tigers, and even command most of the world of cultivation if he is willing. With him here,
In less than a thousand years, Tianyun Sect will overtake our Huayan Sect. This is foreseeable, so for the benefit of the sect, we will rush to erase him."
Ancestor Qi Si snorted: "You are internally dissatisfied first, but you have the nerve to persuade me."
Xun Ping smiled and said: "So we have learned from the past, and our human race cannot continue to consume internally."
Qi Si said: "It won't cause internal friction, nor will it be cheap for you. When it comes to getting rich, you have to take the Wanjian Sect with you. You, the Huayan Sect, can stay wherever it's cool. It's cool on the ice, so it's just right to stay here."
Patriarch Xun Ping began to reason again.
Qi Si turned her face sideways and blocked her ears with her fingers, just not wanting to listen.
The young disciple below finished eating the fish and regained his strength. After waiting for a long time, until dawn, the two ancestors did not land.
Ancestor Qi Wu was still soaking in the ice water.
There was a huge iceberg in front of him.
Huge iceberg hidden under the water.
Ancestor Qi Wu moved up, half of his body broke through the ice, and there were towering white icebergs on the water.
Everywhere you look, everything is completely white.
Ancestor Qi Wu moved to the top of the iceberg, and An Qingli came out of the ancestor's sleeves. He shivered involuntarily and quickly mobilized the true fire in his body to resist the severe cold.
The little tigers also came out of the sleeves to breathe, but the surrounding air was too cold.
Sanjiu Tian in Tianyun Sect is very cold, but compared with the severe cold here, it is nothing to mention.
The fur on the little tiger's body was not thick, so it only appeared for a moment, and then quickly retracted into the old man's sleeve.
"Is it really that cold?"
The little Pegasus felt disgusted and proudly stepped out of his ancestor's sleeves to give it a try.
It turned out to be really cold.
The little Pegasus held up his posture and tried his best to maintain his demeanor. He lasted a cup of tea longer than the little tiger before he returned to his ancestor's sleeves shivering, covered in frost.
Such a cold place is indeed not a place for short-haired beasts like them to stay for a long time.
The little Pegasus' teeth chattered, and it trembled in the ancestor's sleeves and robes: "Qiwu ancestor, where is the good man? Has he followed? Is he here?"
Ancestor Qi Wu said: "No. That boy is brave, he should break out on his own."
Xiao Huzi suddenly said: "Do you think the water transformed from the Supreme Good will freeze in this ice and snow?"
"Probably not." An Qingli took out a pot of strong liquor, poured half of it into his mouth, and then said, "The water he turned into can even extinguish my Nether Fire, and it won't freeze easily."
A few of the little ones were convinced.
Ancestor Qi Wu had lost a lot of his spiritual power, so he meditated on the spot to restore his spiritual power.
Little Lingxi, who was no longer a secret from Ancestor Qi Wu, also drank strong alcohol for himself, hid himself, and floated on An Qingli's shoulder.
"Qingli, the iceberg is also a mountain, could it be the holy land of the Dragon Clan?" Xiao Lingxi had another sudden thought.
Their trip was for the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan, so little Lingxi’s mind was filled with the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan.
An Qingli smiled and said through the message: "Then I have to trouble you to take a closer look, maybe, what if, if it happens, it won't take any effort at all."
The little Lingxi also smiled, opened his Lingxi eyes, and looked around.
Everything as far as the eye can see is a vast expanse of white, and there are no fluctuations restricted by the formation.
Xiao Lingxi was a little disappointed.
But a seventh-level monster, covered in thick, snow-white hair, lay motionless in the snow, blending almost perfectly with the world of ice and snow.
In addition to this seventh-level one, there are several fifth- and sixth-level ones lying far away. It is difficult to find their traces without looking carefully.
An Qingli sipped wine beside his ancestor, pretending not to notice.
As for the ancestor's cultivation in the Tribulation Realm, if he didn't deliberately show his coercion, those monster beasts who would stay in a corner would probably despise it.
Even if some monsters turn on their intelligence, they won't be that smart, such as the long-haired snow beast unique to the snow.
An Qingli read about the long-haired snow beast in the Zongmen Library.
Perhaps the year-round severe cold has damaged their brains, so this clan is not very smart. Of course, only those who have cultivated to the eighth level will have a qualitative leap in intelligence.
As for those below the eighth level, probably only the main body is powerful.
The seventh-level long-haired snow beast was like a ball of snow, approaching here little by little.
The little Lingxi's eyes were shining. He really liked the thick and soft fur of the snow beast.
"Want it?" An Qingli asked Xiao Lingxi.
Little Lingxi nodded excitedly.
The seventh-level monsters moved, and the fifth- and sixth-level beasts were like snow masses, continuing their instinctive hunting methods and gathering here bit by bit.
It seems that they have regarded the two uninvited guests An Qingli and Qi Wu as delicacies.
"Does Ancestor need to take action?" Qi Wu sent a message to An Qingli.
An Qingli calmly sent a message and replied: "Practice your skills first. If you are defeated, it will not be too late to ask the ancestor to take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, the seventh-level long-haired snow beast suddenly formed into a ball and slammed into An Qingli.
With a thought in An Qingli's mind, Ruyi's red flame sword suddenly came out of Dantian, and with lightning speed, it stabbed directly towards the snow mass.
Xue Tuan was alarmed by the danger and did not dare to fight head-on, so he hurriedly hid aside.
With a thought in An Qingli's mind, he swept across with Ruyi's red flame sword. The red sword energy was so domineering that it reflected a red light on the snow, and forced the seventh-level snow mass to hurriedly dodge to one side.
The seventh-level snow beast fights with the Ruyi Red Flame Sword.
A sixth-level snow beast took the opportunity to pounce on Qi Wu and An Qingli.
Qi Wu just sat cross-legged, motionless, like an old man waiting for An Qingli to rescue him, with no power to fight back.
Of course Qi Wu is just older, but his appearance is still that of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
An Qingli offered up the red lotus bone fan to protect himself, and held a magic sword in his hand to fight against the sixth level.
An Qingli suffered a lot from those six-level collisions. He was at a disadvantage because of his cultivation level. He was not as fast as his opponent and was completely at a disadvantage.
Little Huzi was extremely itchy, so he came out of his ancestor's sleeves, joined the battle, and faced the enemy together with An Qingli.