223, the kingdom of God opens! Each depends on chance!
Whoosh!
Shen Lang swung out his sword, and a huge python with two heads and ice-blue scales fell down. The headless body rolled and struggled wildly, and the giant iron whip-like tail swept and slapped wildly, causing chaos.
Ice and snow are flying, and gravel is rolling.
Shen Lang quickly released a "powerful grappling hand", picked up the giant python and dragged it aside, preventing it from smashing into pieces the two dark epiphyllums growing side by side behind it.
After getting rid of the giant python, the senior sister walked over in the snow, took out the jade box and wooden scissors, and picked the You Tan.
After she picked the flowers and sealed them, Shen Lang pointed at the python corpse and asked with a smile:
"Senior sister, can this python meat be eaten?"
"No." The senior sister shook her head: "The flesh and blood of this two-headed python contains extremely poisonous ice. If a warrior eats it, his meridians will become clotted, his Dantian will be shattered, and he will become a cripple. If a monk eats it, his soul will be frozen and broken, and he will become a living dead."
Shen Lang shook his head regretfully:
"Why do you feel like the monsters on Xianwu Mountain are all useless trash?"
The senior sister smiled sweetly:
"It is said that this Thousand Mile Fairy Mist Mountain was formed by the remains of the ancient gods and goddesses of the Snow Mountain Goddess who fell into the world after their death. The monsters in the mountains are the blood and resentment of the remains of the Snow Mountain Goddess. They are all cruel and bloodthirsty, and are covered in blood.
poison.
"Even foreign monsters, once they breed in this mountain for one or two generations, will be eroded by resentment, become poisonous in their wombs, and transform into highly poisonous monsters.
"In short, even if this mountain monster only uses its flesh and blood to refine poison elixirs and practice poison techniques, if it comes into contact with its poisonous breath for a long time, the poison will enter the brain, gradually lose rationality, and turn into a bloodthirsty monster. Master said, this
Maybe it’s the resentment of the Snow Mountain Goddess.”
Shen Lang said curiously:
"Is this mountain really the remains of a god?"
The elder sister smiled and said:
"I don't know whether the legend is true or not. Anyway, even a first-class real person cannot really feel the resentment of the gods in Xianwu Mountain. Master once flew high in the sky and looked down at Xianwu Mountain, but he didn't see any human form.
"But Master also said that natural gods from ancient times like the Snow Mountain Goddess were born with the authority of heaven and earth. Their resentment after death will also be integrated into the laws of heaven and earth, which is ethereal and elusive. After all, a real person is still a mortal.
, I am afraid that I am unable to feel the resentment of the gods.
"And the Snow Mountain Goddess died in ancient times. If this mountain was really transformed into her broken body, then we might still be able to see that the shape of the mountain resembled a woman lying on the earth. However, after countless years of vicissitudes, earthquakes and landslides, the shape of the mountain must have changed.
It has undergone earth-shaking changes and it is impossible to see what it was like before.”
While talking, the two of them stepped onto the flying boat again. The elder sister made a seal to activate the flying boat and flew towards another hillside with thick snow. The little rabbit lay quietly in Shen Lang's arms, waving her tender pink hair.
Nose, carefully smell the scent of Epiphyllum.
With the help of Little Rabbit, it only took half a day to search the mountain peak and collected a total of sixteen fairy mist clouds.
After taking a short rest, the two of them continued their journey to the next snow peak.
By the time it got dark, the two of them had searched several snowy peaks around them and collected forty-seven fairy mist flowers.
After sunset, the wind and snow started again, and monsters appeared more frequently. For safety reasons, the two decided to camp and rest before continuing tomorrow.
"There are still two days left in the flowering period. In the next two days, as long as we can collect fifty-three Youtan flowers, making up a hundred flowers, it will be considered a bumper harvest!"
In the freshly dug cave, the senior sister sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch and took stock of the jade box that contained the night-blooming night flowers in her storage bracelet. Her charming fox eyes smiled like a crescent moon:
"In the past few years, I came to pick with Second Junior Sister. In the year when we harvested the most, we only picked more than thirty flowers. This one-day harvest greatly exceeded the previous year. Thanks to Junior Brother Shen and your
Little Rabbit. Come on, little Rabbit, give me a hug."
Shen Lang nodded to the little rabbit, who consciously jumped over the screen between the two bamboo couches and jumped into the arms of the elder sister.
The senior sister held the little rabbit, kissed it twice, and then took out the "Baicao Dan" to feed it.
Shen Lang looked at the projection on the screen and found that the senior sister was rubbing the little rabbit on her chest again. He couldn't help but feel envious, and quickly looked away, meditating and adjusting his breath.
The senior sister teased the little rabbit for a while, put it on the pillow, and meditated for a while. After regaining her energy, she hugged the little rabbit and shrank into the quilt. Then she habitually unbuttoned her clothes. Just as she was about to take off her clothes, she remembered again.
With the waves on his side, he hesitated for a moment and then took off his coat.
Last night, the two of them were alone in a cave, with beds next to each other, separated only by a thin screen. However, Shen Lang meditated all night without any movement. The senior sister, who had an unusual way of thinking, felt that this was probably because she was not charming enough, and Shen Lang was not.
The urge to continue the bloodline with oneself.
She can also understand this.
Although Shen Lang meets her mate selection criteria in every way, mate selection is a two-way street.
In nature, young and strong males do not just catch a female and seek sexual pleasure, right?
There is a master who is like a goddess and has been relegated to the mortal world for comparison. The senior sister is a little less confident in her own charm.
I always feel that I am not as good as Master in everything.
And for a young man like Shen Lang who has a bright future and is determined to make progress, the standards for choosing a mate will be set extremely high.
Maybe he will follow Master Yan's example and find a goddess like his master.
only……
A goddess like Master, in such a big country as the East, can only be called Lord Liuli.
Venerable Liuli is single.
In contemporary Buddhism, there are also Zisun Temples where marriages are not allowed, but Venerable Liuli does not seem to be from the Zisun Temple group...
"I can't say for sure. Master Liuli established Liuli Temple on his own, and the believers also worship Liuli Bodhisattva. He is already the ancestor of a sect and has the power to establish his own sect. But... Junior Brother Shen's current cultivation level is still a little behind. I want to ask Master Liuli
If you want to have sex, you must at least have a good level of cultivation."
The senior sister was thinking to herself, and before she knew it, she even took off her underwear, turned over comfortably in the quilt, and pressed the little rabbit against her chest.
Sure enough, sleeping like this is the most comfortable!
Little Tuji was pressed on the chest by the senior sister. She wanted to express her feelings to Shen Lang and share her feelings.
But thinking about some of the topics that the goblins discussed every day, I still suppressed the urge to tell Shen Lang.
What if Shen Lang's heart is moved by what he said and he gets under Senior Sister's bed?
Shen Lang is on the bamboo couch next to the senior sister. The senior sister is still naked, which proves how relieved she is about Shen Lang. Even if Shen Lang gets into her bed, she probably won't resist much.
But women will only affect the speed at which Shen Lang draws his sword, while the goblins will make Shen Lang stronger and stronger.
As the most loyal, considerate, well-behaved and lovable little fairy among Shen Lang's men, Little Tuji must try his best to prevent his master from falling into the gentle land of ecstasy and bone-crushing, the Tomb of Heroes.
Therefore, it’s better not to let the boss know how big the big sister’s body is and how fair, tender, round and soft she is!
When the little rabbit was thinking about his little thoughts.
The senior sister tilted her head and looked at Shen Lang's projection on the screen:
"Junior Brother Shen, I'm asleep."
"Well, senior sister, rest peacefully, I'll be watching over you."
"Wake me up in the middle of the night. You can rest while I keep watch."
"No need. I am not only a Dharma cultivator, but also a martial arts practitioner. I have a strong body. Even if I don't sleep for days and nights, it will have no effect. Senior Sister is a pure Taoist cultivator. If I don't get enough sleep, my condition will be affected."
"But with my current level of cultivation, I no longer need to sleep all night."
"But operating a flying boat, bracing the wind and wading in the snow also consumes a lot of physical strength and energy. Senior sister's physical condition is far inferior to mine, so she just needs a good rest."
"Oh well……"
The senior sister quickly fell asleep.
Shen Lang continued to meditate and practice.
Although his internal strength has been fully cultivated and extremely pure and condensed, he can already condense the seeds of true energy, but now Little Moon is practicing a new method based on "ten steps and one kill", and Shen Lang still has to wait for it.
Law.
Therefore, he now mainly practices the iron cloth shirt, golden bell shield, and indestructible body of martial arts.
Use the mental methods of these three horizontal training methods to transport internal energy, temper the physical body, and continuously improve physical strength.
After practicing a round of horizontal kung fu, Shen Lang began to practice contemplation again.
Whenever Shen Lang practices meditation, the little spider always comes as scheduled.
But recently it came here and it seemed that it just wanted to play and chat with Shen Lang.
Out of ten times, only two or three times the image of the Great Sun Tathagata he was visualizing was taken away, and it did not interfere too much with Shen Lang's practice.
Of course the little spider is here tonight.
When Shen Lang visualized the Dharma of the Great Sun Tathagata, he seemed to have received some kind of signal. A spider silk dropped into Shen Lang's sea of consciousness out of thin air. The little spider descended along the spider silk rope and landed on the head of the Dharma.
The ground danced.
"What's the good thing about being so happy?"
Check, check, check!
"Spider Mother was blocked by Black Lotus for more than a month and was beaten very badly? This is indeed good news. But then again, how come you are just dancing and having fun every day? Or you are just watching Black Lotus, Spider Mother
Fighting, why haven't I seen you practicing?"
Check, check, check!
"You don't need to practice? Every time the spider mother weakens, you will naturally become stronger? This is a good thing. Well, Black Lotus blocked the door and beat up the spider mother. In a short period of time, you don't have to worry about the spider mother looking for you.
Are you in trouble? Heilian has helped you so much, I have to thank Brother Heilian for the reward when I get the chance!"
Check, check, check!
"Can blood sacrifices quickly improve your cultivation? No, you cannot accept blood sacrifices. You are now my little goblin, and a new goblin with no karma. You cannot go back to the old ways of the spider mother."
Check, check, check...
"Haha, I am the light of the righteous path, so it is impossible for me to become the Star Abyss Demon God. You, don't even think about it."
Check, check, check...
"The Great Demon King is very majestic, but isn't the 'God King, Immortal Emperor' more majestic than the Great Demon King?"
Check!
"No, I don't want to be the philanthropic god-king like Zeus..."
After chatting with Little Spider for a while, Shen Lang immersed himself in practice and visualized the appearance of the Tathagata Mahavairocan.
The little spider quietly crawled on top of the Buddha's head and soon fell asleep.
Outside the cave.
The small bones were disguised as scattered and broken skeletons and were buried quietly in the snow, keeping vigil for Shen Lang and Senior Sister. Next to them were eight large skeletons, scattered in a pile and buried in the snow.
In other words, when Xiaogu was promoted to the third level and obtained the talent of "Tongyou", it also had the ability to command skeletons.
It is not known whether it can command other skeletons, but Xiao Gu can command the skeleton soldiers summoned by Shen Lang, and can even temporarily give them some abilities similar to its own.
For example, dismantle yourself into skeleton fragments, disguise yourself as broken bones, disperse all the breath, and reassemble them instantly when necessary.
Shen Lang was not surprised by this ability.
The Xiao Gu who practices the "Ya Mo Prison Suppressing Skill" will become the Yama Emperor who suppresses the underworld in the future. Shouldn't all ghosts and ghosts be commanded by it?
Nothing happened all night.
Early the next morning, Shen Lang and his senior sister washed up, had breakfast, and continued on the flying boat to the next thousand-foot snow mountain.
The snowy peak where the barbarians are located is halfway up the mountain.
In front of the ten-foot cliff, an altar three feet, three feet, three inches high and in the shape of a pyramid was built one night using neatly cut square stones.
Wearing an animal skin, with pigtails all over his head, and holding a black wooden staff with a dove head, the old man took out an animal skin bag, reached out and pointed at the animal skin bag, and a black light erupted from the mouth of the bag, falling on the altar.
When the dark light dissipated, the pyramid altar was suddenly covered with dense corpses, including men, women, old and young, all dressed as ordinary people from the East. There were no less than three or four hundred in number.
After releasing the corpses, the old man slowly walked onto the altar and walked along the steps toward the top of the altar.
As he climbed up the stairs, the shadow curtain beneath his feet extended and unfolded, covering the entire pyramid.
Then, in the shadows, there were terrible sounds of biting, chewing, and bone breaking.
The densely packed corpses also quickly merged into the shadows amidst the bursts of sound, and disappeared one after another.
Under the altar, those two-meter-tall, extremely strong, shirtless barbarians were kneeling around the altar, looking at the old man with eyes full of awe.
At this time, the old man who had reached the top gave them an order, and the barbarians took off the skulls hanging from their waists and placed the fist-sized skulls in the pre-carved grooves on the steps of the altar.
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Afterwards, the old man waved his wooden stick, danced on the top of the altar, and recited eerie and strange spells in some obscure and strange language.
As he danced and recited mantras, the entire altar began to tremble slightly.
From the skulls, eye sockets, nose apertures, and teeth embedded in the grooves, a cold and biting pale mist overflowed.
Threads of mist joined together and spread out.
Soon, the area halfway up the mountain, the cliffs, the altar, and the surrounding open space were all covered by pale mist.
This pale mist is naturally a formation.
After activating this formation, looking from the outside, everything here is normal, there is no fog, and there is no altar. The barbarians can only see an unremarkable ice-covered cliff.
You have to walk closer and step into the fog range to notice the abnormality.
But this cold, pale mist is more than just an eyesore.
The mist is highly poisonous and can corrode the meridians and acupuncture points of a warrior, weaken the warrior's skills, and can also interfere with the practice of Dharma.
In the mist, there are still a series of pale ghosts wandering, and each ghost has the strength to easily kill a fifth-level southern warrior.
Many ghosts swarmed forward, and even the fourth-grade warriors were filled with hatred.
Even if you are a Dharma cultivator, you must have a fourth-level cultivation level in order to protect yourself under the siege of ghosts.
All creatures that die in the mist will be transformed into new pale ghosts and become part of the formation.
When setting up the formation.
The three to four hundred corpses of Eastern people on the altar were also swallowed up by the shadow under the old man's feet.
Then, a strange black shadow slowly emerged from the shadows.
The shape of the black shadow is like a pagoda made of densely packed human heads.
Around the "Human Head Pagoda", there are dense black threads flying, which look like human hair and weird tentacles.
After the old man's shadow emerged from the "Human Head Pagoda", a pale cold light suddenly bloomed from the top of the tower, shining on the opposite cliff.
Under the pale cold light, a picture slowly emerges from the dark gray cliff beneath the ice.
The picture was very crude, just a mess of white lines that looked like they were daubed casually with chalk stone, and a tangled mess of white hair.
But as the pale cold light blooming from the "Human Head Pagoda" continued to shine, those messy white lines gradually came to life and began to dance slightly, like messy hair blown by the wind.
Seeing the group of white lines dancing more and more violently, the old man's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were filled with excitement and enthusiasm, and his trembling lips trembled as he said:
"The door is about to open! It is about to open... Come on, everyone, come to the altar! As soon as the door opens, we will go in immediately!"
All the barbarian men swarmed up and rushed to the top of the altar. They crowded around the old man and stared excitedly at the white lines dancing more and more fiercely under the ice.
at the same time.
Shen Lang and his senior sister were looking for You Epiphyllum on the snowy peak next door a few miles away, and knew nothing about what was happening on the snowy peak here.
And dozens of miles away, a spaceship was also flying towards the snow-capped mountain where the avalanche occurred yesterday.
Six sacred steeds, Xuebei, with a wingspan of more than ten feet, were escorting on both sides of the flying boat. On the back of each Xuebei, sat a cloth-clad warrior.
The flying boat was shaped like a dragon boat, with six people standing on it.
Five of them were none other than the purple-clothed man, the fourth disciple of Master Bailong, and the four flesh-and-blood puppets.
Next to the man in purple stood a young man wearing iron armor and holding a spear.
The young man pointed forward and said with a smile:
"If you go forward for a while, you can see the snow peak. However, it is unclear whether yesterday's avalanche was caused by the battle between masters. But don't worry, fourth uncle, as long as the avalanche was really caused by the battle between masters.
, my nephew will definitely be able to find the traces of the fighting master for my uncle."
In Xianwu City, there is a "seismometer" that can monitor earthquakes, landslides, avalanches, mudslides and other natural disasters that occur in the Xianwu Mountains.
The man in purple rushed to Xianwu City last night and heard that an avalanche had been detected by the seismograph. He suspected that it might have been caused by a fight between masters. He had no clue about Shen Lang's whereabouts, so he could only act as a doctor and come to find the avalanche.
The mountain peaks, hoping to hit the great luck and find the traces of Shen Lang.
The young man accompanying him was a young general in Xianwu City named Shi Zhonglong.
His father, Shi Xiao, was a military law cultivator in Xianwu City and was also from the Imperial Taoist Academy.
When Shi Xiao was practicing in the Taoist monastery, he had been working under the disciple of Master Bailong. He regarded himself as a disciple of Master Bailong and called his disciples as senior brothers. He even played a homonymous joke and named his son "Zhonglong".
A name that smells like farts rising to the sky.
Shi Zhonglong relied on his father's relationship and wanted to call the man in purple "fourth uncle".
He has no Taoist talent and can only practice martial arts.
His talent in martial arts is quite good. Through his father's relationship, he has become a famous teacher and has the path of Master Bailong. He has no worries about high-level training resources and has all kinds of elixirs and precious medicines. He is only twenty-five years old this year.
There are four levels of great cultivation.
And those six snow withered riders are all the scouts stationed in Xianwu City. They are not only the elite among the elite, but also the felons whose souls have been banned.
Xianwu City is a key pass that prevents the Northern Barbarians from moving south. The generals stationed there are third-level masters, and the garrison is also a strong army that has fought a hundred battles. Being able to serve as repeat offenders and serve as aerial scouts in such a strong army, these six people
Natural strength is not weak.
All of them are at the fourth level of cultivation. Among them, four are at the entry level of the fourth level, one is in the early stage of the fourth level, and one is in the middle stage of the fourth level.
Shi Xiao was a fifth-level Dharma cultivator and had the background of Master Bailong. After a little effort to win over him, he took these six scouts as his confidants and made them obey Shi Xiao and his son.
On this trip to help the people in purple search for people in the vast mountains, Shi Zhonglong naturally wanted to bring out these sharp-sighted Snow Withered Sky Riders.
"If you can successfully find the target this time, I can give you a 'Dragon Transformation Pill'."
The man in purple put his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"If you are unable to climb the martial arts ladder on your own in the future and advance to the third level, this 'Dragon Transformation Pill' can help you condense a great secret, giving you the entry-level strength of the third level."
"Hualong Dan" is a unique spiritual elixir for the royal family. Only the two great masters Qiankun and Bailong master the elixir recipe.
Even Master Wanfa, who is good at refining elixirs, doesn't know how to refine it.
Shi Zhonglong first thanked him respectfully, and then said a little arrogantly:
"However, my nephew is still young and wants to try his hand at climbing the martial arts ladder and condensing mystical apertures. After all, although the 'Hua Long Pill' is mysterious, if you use this elixir to condense your mystical apertures, you will be stuck at the entry level of the third level for the rest of your life. And your strength
It is even lower than the real third-grade entry level, and can only be regarded as a 'fake third-grade'."
The man in purple nodded slightly and said calmly:
"Yes, I am ambitious."
Just as he was talking, a Snow Rider who was leading the way suddenly raised his hand, pointed forward, and said in a voiceless voice:
"what is that?"
Everyone followed the sound and saw a white light suddenly rising from a vaguely visible snow peak about twenty or thirty miles ahead.
The white light soared into the sky for more than a thousand feet, suddenly split and turned into dense, overwhelming white threads, spreading out in all directions.
From a distance, this situation looks very much like the snowy peak in the distance, which suddenly sprouted a messy "white hair" and was dancing in the wind.
But in the eyes of the man in purple, there is another solution to the white threads all over the sky.
"Spider silk?"
The man in purple's eyes lit up:
"Is this the Spider Mother Walker's spell? The Spider Mother Walker is right there!"
As he spoke, he quickly formed seals with his hands, propelled the flying boat as fast as possible, and flew towards the snowy peak that spewed "spider silk".
"Follow me quickly!"
The dragon in the stone also gave an order, and the six snow withers riders quickly urged the snow withers to follow closely behind the dragon boat.
In the blink of an eye, he flew more than ten miles away and was getting closer and closer to the snow peak. Shi Zhonglong, who was staring at the snow peak with concentrated eyes, suddenly said:
"Fourth Uncle, something seems wrong! Those white threads don't seem to be spider silk, but more like hair! It seems like... hair made of ice and snow!"
The man in purple actually realized something was wrong and wanted to stop the flying boat a long time ago.
But what shocked him was that those white silk threads flying all over the sky actually emitted some strange suction power. They were already disturbing his airship from a distance of more than ten or twenty miles, dragging the airship faster.
He rushed past so fast that he couldn't stop at all!
At this time, the Xuebei riders behind them also exclaimed:
"What's going on? Why did the snow wither suddenly fly so fast?"
"No! The snow can't fly so fast, it's those white lines, they are sucking us in from the air!"
"Stop it!"
"Can't stop!"
"Do you want to jump?"
"Jump down? Those white silk threads are not only sucking the snow withers from the air, but we are also captured by the suction force! The true energy cannot resist it at all! Even if you jump off the withers, they will still be sucked in from the air!"
"What kind of monster is that? How can it capture us from a distance of ten or twenty miles?"
The expression of the dragon in the stone changed suddenly, and Huo Di turned his head to look at the man in purple:
"Fourth Uncle, what should we do?"
The man in purple wears a bronze mask, and his expression cannot be seen, but there is a trace of nervousness in his eyes.
Because he also felt the extremely powerful suction force.
This suction force has firmly enveloped the dragon boat and the six of them on the dragon boat, and even the space has been sealed. Even the "small moving talisman" refined by Master Qiankun cannot work in this situation.
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However, the man in purple quickly calmed down and said calmly:
"There is no need to panic. More than a hundred years ago, after Taizu established the world, he personally led his masters to sweep into the mountains and wipe out all the monsters above the third level.
"Every twenty years thereafter, during the breeding season of monsters and beasts, the imperial court would mobilize experts to go into the mountains to clear them out. Usually, masters from sects would often go into the mountains to collect herbs and kill monsters by the way. Nowadays, there are no monsters above the third level in Xianwu Mountain.
Beasts exist, and even fourth-grade monsters are rare.
"Those white silk threads do not have the energy of monsters and beasts. They are more like some kind of magic weapon that operates instinctively...Although its power is strong, it does not mean to hurt people. Otherwise, if it is twenty miles apart, it can be caught from the air.
The terrible suction that is sucking us should have long since begun to absorb and devour our essence, blood, and soul!"
As he spoke, his mind was racing, searching for similar examples in his memory.
Soon, he found a classic example:
Twenty years ago, a real person's palace of the former dynasty was opened. At that time, San Yuzhen, who was only a seventh-grade minor cultivator, was several miles away and was sucked into the undercurrent of the void when the palace was opened.
In the end, he refined the center of the legacy palace inexplicably and obtained the treasure of the legacy palace alone, laying the foundation for the first-class "Wanfa Zhenren".
Thinking of this case, the man in purple was not surprised but happy:
"Catching people from the air, but without the intention of hurting them... This must be a sign that the legacy of the predecessor, the great master, has been opened! This power of absorption is to attract monks to enter and select successors! Ha, my chance has come!
"
Having said that, the man in purple knew very well that there must be countless dangers in a "relic palace" that had just been opened.
If you are not careful, let alone getting the inheritance, it is unknown whether you can even save your life.
Immediately, he quickly cast his spell, and first blessed the dragon in the stone and the six snow withered knights with a wave of "wind shields".
"Wind Shield" is just a ninth-level defensive spell. With the fourth-level cultivation level of the man in purple, one cast can bless a group of more than ten people.
Of course, the people in purple don't value the lives of the Dragon in the Stone and the Snow Riders.
It’s just an expedition to the Relic Mansion, so the presence of cannon fodder is very necessary.
Even with the cultivation level of the purple man, it is not easy to detect the traps set up by Da Zhenren. Cannon fodder must be in front of them.
With a bad conscience, after blessing Shi Zhonglong and others with a blast shield, the man in purple calmly cast spells and blessed himself with various protective spells one by one.
It wasn't until his body was covered with shields that the man in purple relaxed a little.
At this time, they were only a few miles away from the snow peak.
It can be clearly seen that the "white hair" all over the sky is "growing" from a cliff halfway up the mountain.
In front of the cliff, there is a dilapidated stone building that looks like an altar.
"altar?"
The man in purple suddenly felt nervous:
"Has this palace been opened artificially? Someone has already arrived first?"
Just when he was angry and annoyed, countless "white hairs" suddenly spread over, with an overwhelming and unstoppable force, wrapping up the dragon boat where the man in purple, Shi Zhonglong and others were, and the six snow withered knights, and then quickly retracted,
Drag them towards the cliff.
When the dragon boat wrapped in "white hair" and the snow withered touch the cliff, the cliff covered with solid ice and seemingly extremely hard only creates a shallow ripple.
The group of people in purple clothes actually seemed to have submerged into the water, being dragged by layers of "white hair" packages and sinking silently into the cliff.
When the mountains are closed by heavy snow, there are very few people in Xianwu Mountain.
If the purple-clothed man and his party hadn't happened to arrive, there would have been only the barbarian old man and his subordinates within a hundred miles of the snow-capped peak with "white hair".
And, Shen Lang, senior sister, who was picking night-blooming night flowers on the snowy peak next door.
The old barbarian man had no intention of making a big fuss. He just wanted to open the door quietly, sneak in quietly with his men, obtain the treasure left by the Snow Mountain Goddess, and then leave quietly.
For this reason, he also specially set up a formation barrier to prevent outsiders from accidentally breaking in.
But it was obviously impossible for the gods' palace to be at the mercy of a mortal like him.
The barbarian old man successfully opened the entrance to the Snow Mountain Goddess’ Kingdom.
Then, those white lines on the cliff looked like graffiti by naughty boys, suddenly turned into countless "white hairs", spurted out, wrapped up the old man and all the barbarians, and dragged them into the entrance.
As countless "white hairs" erupted and expanded outwards, directly destroying the altar and formations, they shot straight into the sky, fluttering in all directions, emitting invisible suction, covering everything within a radius of dozens of miles that met a certain "standard"
Existence, everything is absorbed and sent to the entrance of the country.
The group of people in purple clothes were separated by more than ten or twenty miles, and they were all captured by invisible suction, unable to break free. After being captured, Shen Lang and the senior sister who were collecting herbs on the snowy peak a few miles away, of course, had no suspense.
Got caught.
Because the "crisis" outbreak point is a bit far away, and there was a formation to block it before, it is not deliberately targeting Shen Lang and Senior Sister, and those "white hairs" have no obvious "hostility or malice", they are just following the established rules.
A mechanical program that operates instinctively, so Shen Lang's spiritual warning didn't start until he was captured by invisible suction.
But by this time it was obviously too late.
Shen Lang only had time to put the little rabbit into the pen space, and then he and his senior sister were entangled in the spreading "white hair".
The old man and his subordinates were the first to be dragged into the entrance.
Shen Lang and the senior sister were several miles away, and the second wave was dragged in.
The group of people in purple are the furthest away, and the third wave enters.
After these three waves, the white hair swaggered in the air for half an hour. No new people arrived. The limited time came and finally slowly dissipated.
The snow peak has now returned to calm.
Below the cliff, apart from the broken altar, there was nothing unusual. Only the sound of the wind echoed between the cliffs of the gorge.
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After a brief period of confusion.
Shen Lang came back to his senses and found that he was already in a strange place.
There was gray mist in all directions. With his eyesight, he could not see even ten steps away.
There was also gray mist overhead, and the sky was nowhere to be seen.
Even the ground was slowly surging with gray mist. You had to focus your eyes to see the lifeless gray-black soil under your feet.
Shen Lang didn't know where he was.
The only good thing is that the senior sister is still by his side.
She held his arms tightly with both hands, her plump breasts pressed tightly against his elbows, and half of her body hung on him.
She bit her lip, her pretty face turned pale, and her whole body was trembling slightly with nervousness.
Although he was in a beautiful situation, Shen Lang had no intention of appreciating the warm fragrance of this soft jade.
While looking around, he comforted his senior sister:
"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here."
"I, I'm not scared, I'm nervous... I'm actually not that scared in my heart, but my body, it, it just won't obey me!"
In desperation, the senior sister did not care to maintain her dignity as the "sister who founded the world of martial arts". She stopped speaking harshly and honestly admitted her shortcomings.
Shen Lang was helpless and reminded:
"Sister, do you have any magic spells that can make your body obedient?"
"Huh?"
The senior sister was startled and suddenly remembered that she seemed to have a "Bing Xin Jue" specially practiced for this situation.
He was about to cast a spell to calm himself down immediately, but as soon as his hands let go of Shen Lang's arms, his legs went limp and he fell involuntarily on Shen Lang's body.
Shen Lang could only raise his hands to hold her soft and slender waist and said:
"Senior Sister, I will support you and you must cast the spell quickly."
"Okay, okay!"
The elder sister was making secret seals with trembling hands and recited the incantation in a low voice.
But after trying for a while, she looked up at Shen Lang, with tears in her eyes, and said with a look of shame and anger:
"My, my, my hands are shaking so much that I can't form the seal!"
Shen Lang was really speechless now.
Yan Tianying sent him a message at that time, saying that the senior sister was easily nervous during actual combat. Shen Lang thought that she would just be so nervous that she could not calmly judge the situation, make the most appropriate choices, and cast the most appropriate spells, and her firepower would overflow.
, a useless waste of spells, and even cause some collateral damage that should not have occurred.
For example, if you use "Continuous Fireball" to kill the "Bone-gnawing Demon Bear", the result will be like an avalanche.
Unexpectedly, the senior sister became really nervous. It was like a person who didn't recognize her relatives and couldn't even cast spells that required sealing.
You are a peak fourth-grade cultivator who is not far from the third grade!
Theoretically, in front of you, all third-grade and accomplished warriors can only compete equally!
Shen Lang was very speechless.
But he also knew that the more this happened, the less pressure he could create on Senior Sister.
At that moment, he held her waist with one hand, caressed her shoulders and back with the other, and said in a low magnetic voice:
"Sister, do you believe me?"
"Ah?" Senior Sister was startled for a moment, then nodded gently: "Of course I believe you!"
Shen Lang stared into her eyes and said seriously:
"Since you believe in me, you should believe that no matter what danger you encounter, I will stand in front of you. I will never let you get hurt in any way before I fall."
"Well……"
The senior sister was half lying and half leaning in his strong arms, looking at his face close to Chi Chi, facing his firm and confident eyes, feeling his warm and scorching body temperature, somehow, her own
My body temperature gradually increased, a slight blush appeared on my cheeks, my body became weaker and weaker, and I had a strange feeling of panic and shortness of breath.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue, moistened her dry lips, and murmured:
"Is this kind of physical reaction... wrong? It doesn't match my plan. I shouldn't be in heat at this time..."
"?"
Shen Lang was stunned: Senior sister, what are you talking about? Where is this?
"But it seems like I'm really not nervous anymore..."
The senior sister murmured to herself again, raised her hands, and formed seals to recite the mantra again.
This time, she quickly formed a seal with extremely skilled and smooth techniques, recited the spell, and blessed her body with an "Icy Heart Technique".
Under the blessing of the fifth-grade spell Bing Xin Jue, all kinds of emotions were pulled away from the senior sister, and she entered a state of absolute rationality and calmness.
"Okay, let me go."
The senior sister said calmly, her voice cold and cold, completely different from her usual soft and sweet voice.
Shen Lang was slightly startled and quickly released his hands.
The senior sister stood up straight, the blush on her face quickly faded, her body temperature returned to normal, and her aura became colder and harsher. Even though she did not actively reject people, she still felt a sense of "keep strangers away".
Feel.
She stood straight and steady, and touched her eyes with two fingers to bless a "Dharma Eye".
Then he looked around for a while and said calmly:
"We should have entered an alien space like the 'Secret Realm of Heaven and Earth'."
Shen Lang said doubtfully:
"Alien space?"
"Well, we are no longer in the human world. This place is filled with ice aura and netherworld aura. This fog is made of the mixture of ice aura and netherworld aura. It seems harmless, but in fact it hides great harm. If you stay in the body for a long time,
When you are in the mist, you will gradually be eroded by the ice aura and the netherworld breath, and turn into an ice demon ghost."
"Uh, but I don't feel any discomfort."
The senior sister opened and closed her eyes and glanced at Shen Lang:
"That's because you have the Hengqiang technique and the 'Iron Cloth Shirt' that is permanently fixed, so the mist cannot temporarily erode your skin. In addition, your internal strength is also very pure and condensed, and you can temporarily withstand the mist when you breathe.
Erosion. But if you stay in this fog for a long time, your spells and skills will be consumed faster than usual."
Shen Lang did not dare to be careless and quickly searched himself and found that his power was indeed consumed a little faster than usual.
but……
As long as he doesn't fight fiercely, this little extra consumption doesn't seem to be able to keep up with the speed at which his skills will naturally recover?
It should be the result of "second-level vitality enhancement".
The second-level vitality enhancement can not only comprehensively improve his physique, but also increase his recovery speed of various states. It also has strong resistance to abnormal states and various toxins.
With this enhancement, this little mist alone might not be able to do anything to him.
But he didn't show off, he just said:
"This place is not a good place, so we should leave as soon as possible. I wonder if Senior Sister can find a way to leave this place?"
Although Shen Lang is not weak in strength, his training time is too short after all, and his knowledge and experience are still far behind his senior sister.
In this current situation, of course, I have to seek advice from the senior sister who often receives advice from first-class masters.
The senior sister’s face was expressionless and she said calmly:
"It is very possible that this place is the legacy of a certain senior master. If we want to leave this place, we need to find the center of this place and refine it."
"How to find it?"
"I have no idea."
"..."
"Let's try our luck first. Master said that the reason why he accepted me as his first disciple is not only because of my good talent, but also because I have a noble appearance and a very important destiny. I am blessed with great luck and great luck.
So, I’ll take a chance on my luck.”
With that said, the senior sister randomly picked a direction and moved forward:
"Follow me, senior sister will take you out of here."
Although his tone was cold and indifferent, seemingly without any emotion, Shen Lang could feel a hint of care from it.
Immediately, he drew his long sword and walked beside the senior sister, walking side by side with her.
While walking forward, with a thought, a small bone holding a hundred-forged black iron sword also appeared.
Since this place has a "netherworld" atmosphere, Xiao Gu, as the future "Pluto", should be able to live here like a fish in water, right?