According to the words of the chief of the Vulture Tribe, Long Xiaoshan knew the location of Pascal Snow Mountain. It was in the cold polar north of the wasteland world, very far away from the Wild Arrow Tribe, at least thousands of kilometers away.
In the wasteland world, humans are just a weak race, and the most powerful ones are the wild beasts.
Therefore, thousands of kilometers is a distance that is impossible for people in the wasteland world to travel in a lifetime.
Comparable to the Long March.
Of course not to mention thousands of kilometers.
Even if it's tens of thousands of kilometers away, Long Xiaoshan will definitely go if he knows about it.
Because this is his hope of getting out.
He doesn't want to stay in the wasteland world for the rest of his life.
After leaving the Wild Arrow Tribe, Long Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaofu embarked on the road to Pascal Snow Mountain.
At first, Long Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaofu walked separately.
However, after walking for a long time, Long Xiaoshan felt that the speed was too slow. Although Ling Xiaofu was not slow in fact, after all, he was also a fourth-level spiritual master, so he was definitely much faster than ordinary people, but in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, he was still slow.
In addition, at this speed, it is impossible to escape from the wild beast.
From time to time, wild beasts would appear to intercept and attack them.
Although they are usually quickly chased away or killed by Long Xiaoshan.
But it also slowed them down.
"Xiao Fu, I'd better hold you and go." Long Xiaoshan simply stopped.
"Ah! Okay!" Ling Xiaofu jumped into Long Xiaoshan's arms without saying a word.
Long Xiaoshan was also a little helpless. He knew that Ling Xiaofu didn't need her to explain at all. This girl didn't know why she liked being hugged so much. He had hugged her for so many days, didn't she feel uncomfortable?
Long Xiaoshan was too lazy to say anything.
He picked up Ling Xiaofu and ran quickly in the wilderness, his speed increased dramatically.
After accelerating, Long Xiaoshan ignored most of the wild beasts. Even if those wild beasts wanted to attack them, they couldn't keep up with Long Xiaoshan's speed.
But in the wilderness, everything is definitely smooth sailing.
Long Xiaoshan encountered some powerful wild beasts.
There were even a few of them, and the aura they gave him was not much weaker than the Eight-Armed Crocodile Dragon.
When encountering a wild beast of that level, Long Xiaoshan would naturally be cautious and avoid it.
Even so, in two days, Long Xiaoshan traveled nearly a thousand kilometers and entered the extremely cold north. The temperature dropped sharply. The climate of the wasteland world was far harsher than that of the earth.
The Northland is completely a frozen world, with temperatures below minus 50 degrees all year round, and the temperatures at night will be even lower.
Even Ling Xiaofu, a fourth-level spiritual master, couldn't bear the lack of thick clothes to wrap himself around. Long Xiaoshan's space ring also didn't have thick clothes, because his physique didn't use it at all.
Fortunately, Long Xiaoshan held her, and the warmth from Long Xiaoshan's body was like a furnace, allowing her to persevere.
Ordinary people who fall into this place will definitely die.
It was absolutely impossible for Mr. Bai to be blown away by the evil wind in this place. If he had been here, he would have died long ago.
Could it be that there are other places in the wasteland world where the black evil wind blows?
Long Xiaoshan was confused.
But I can't control that much.
He only has this clue now, which is better than running around like a headless fly.
The biting cold wind howled and rolled up a large number of white snowflakes. Long Xiaoshan walked on the white frozen soil, leaving a series of footprints behind him, which were soon covered by ice and snow.
Because of the cold weather, Long Xiaoshan's speed also slowed down a lot.
Ling Xiaofu pressed tightly against Long Xiaoshan's body, and later she got directly into Long Xiaoshan's clothes and pressed against Long Xiaoshan's skin. It was really too cold here.
Long Xiaoshan is too lazy to care for this posture.
In this weather, no man can think of those.
Even Ling Xiaofu didn't feel blushing, because she had frozen her head.
Although Long Xiaoshan slowed down, he kept pace. When he came to the sky, it gradually darkened. Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrinking. He saw the continuous mountains ahead, one of which was tall into the clouds, and the paintings of the bald tribe chief paintings.
The snow mountain he gave him was very similar.
"The Pascaruki Mountain is here!"
Long Xiaoshan saw the snowy mountain, and the spirit was shocked.
"Really?" Ling Xiaofu revealed a little bit from the neckline of Long Xiaoshan.
All the snow mountains are the same in her eyes: "Where is it?"
Long Xiaoshan pointed to the towering one: "If the chief of the bald eagle tribe did not lie to me, it was that one, let's go."
Ling Xiaofu responded and retracted back to Long Xiaoshan's clothes.
It looks close to it.
But when Long Xiaoshan rushed to the foot of the Pascar Snow Mountain, the sky was completely dark.
Snow Mountain is also even more tall, and I can't look at it. I am afraid that it is much higher than Mount Everest.
The temperature after the night is getting colder, and the temperature may be close to nearly zero Baidu. Even the Longshan Mountain must be transported to the real low temperature to resist this very low temperature.
There is basically no beast in this place. It is not afraid of cold.
It is too desolate. Even if there is no food, the beasts are unwilling to stay in such a place.
There is only a whistling wind in the ear.
"Brother Xiaoshan, let's take a night, and go up the mountain tomorrow." Ling Xiaofu shouted.
Long Xiaoshan had hugged her for thousands of kilometers, and she fell asleep in Long Xiaoshan's arms at night. Long Xiaoshan was walking. Even the iron man was tired, not to mention the cold polar.
Long Xiaoshan shook his head: "No, the bald eagle chief said that the devil wind here appeared from time to time. In case it appeared tonight, we would not miss it, now go up the mountain."
"But Brother Koyama, aren't you tired? Even if you missed it this time, there is still the next time." Ling Xiaofu shouted.
Long Xiaoshan did not answer her, holding her to the mountains.
Ling Xiaofu thought that Long Xiaoshan was anxious to go back to see his family, or his wife and children. By the way, he stayed with Long Xiaoshan for so long, and he didn't even know whether he had a wife or not.
Long Xiaoshan never talked about him.
Thinking of this, Ling Xiaofu's heart was a little panicked, and he couldn't even feel the cold. He had been hovering with the question of whether Long Xiaoshan had a wife.
Where does Long Xiaoshan Guan Ling Xiaofu think so much?
He now has a thought in his mind, that is, up the mountain.
The wind is raging.
As he climbed higher and higher, the wind became colder, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. With the wind rolling, it was no longer snowflake, but hail, or even huge ice stones, as large as grinding plates.
Constantly falling on the mountain.
Long Xiaoshan relying on the virtuousness, regardless of the disregard, walking to the top of the mountain with the hail ice stones.
After one night of trek.
Long Xiaoshan finally arrived at the top of Pascal's mountain.
In front of it is a large hill -like ice field.
There is also a deep -bottomed ice stream.
The mountains on the mountain are very large.
But he didn't see the so -called devil's wind.
Long Xiaoshan was a little disappointed, but the bald eagle chief had said that the devil style appeared from time to time, so even if it could not be seen, Long Xiaoshan quickly found a hill at the bottom of the hill, dug out a potholes, and arranged it under the entrance of the hole.