While Wu Liao was speaking, he was like Gu Yujing, watching the movements of the other two major forces, but he was mainly concerned about Guan Zehong of the Tianshuang Sect.
As for Chen Xuan, who was at the end of the team, Wu Liao almost completely ignored it.
Because in Wu Liao's eyes, Chen Xuan's actions were a sign of timidity and flinch. He wanted to get a bargain in the large army. How could Song Wen have such a shrewd figure who was so stupid and afraid of trouble?
"Wu Liao, I didn't expect that the toad and the ugly monsters around him would dare to follow him. I really don't know how to live or die!"
The Green Fairy's mind is a little smaller than that of Wu Liao, so her focus is on Chen Xuan and Di Yunli.
"Don't worry, after entering the taboo snowland, that kid will encounter an ice-type monster with the bloodline of the prehistoric species in the forbidden area. He will definitely be scared to death!" Wu Liao casually treated the Green Fairy for a moment, thinking that the Green Fairy's appearance was far worse than that of the God Envoy, and it was not worth his attention at all.
Fairy Green remembered that she had been slapped by Di Yunli and the other four of them just now, and she had nowhere to vent her anger. She couldn't help but snorted coldly: "If you meet a powerful monster, I will find an opportunity to kill that brat and those bitches!"
"I'm afraid they have turned into Chinese food before you take action."
Wu Liao said, and looked at a girl with round faces near Chen Xuan.
This girl looks nothing at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that she has a very unique temperament. She is obviously mixed with so many monks, but she has a spirit that is untainted by the mud.
"Who is that girl?"
Wu Liao asked a disciple beside him who was responsible for counting the new faces of Gu Xuecheng.
"Senior Brother Wu, I, I don't seem to have seen that girl before." The disciple replied a little timidly.
"Hmph, useless thing! Such a special female cultivator, you didn't pay attention!"
Wu Liao knocked the disciple on the head hard and glanced at him. None of the other disciples dared to look at him.
Guan Zehong, not far away, kept shaking his head and laughing at the corner of his mouth.
The vast teams of major forces fought openly and secretly on the way, and they rushed for three months.
Three months later, many monks' faces were covered with fatigue, wind and frost. The extremely cold climate was very powerful to wear and destroy the origin of monks. Even monks in the Star Realm could not predict the extreme ice energy for a long time.
Along the way, many cultivators fell behind one after another, especially disciples from the Creation Realm among major forces, and some casual cultivators from the Star Realm chose to give up this unpredictable opportunity for life and death.
Three months, it is not long or short, but it fully demonstrates the cruel appearance of sentient beings in the world of cultivation.
Chen Xuan looked at Yaoyao Qinqin beside him occasionally venting air to keep warm. In such a harsh environment of cold weather, even the monks in the Star Realm acted the same as mortals. This made Chen Xuan think that he had re-traveled the Long March and experienced the arduous journey of his ancestors. How similar are the scenes in front of him now?
The cultivators in front of them had their faces red, gritted their teeth and rushed to the road, and their eyes were firm. Even though they didn't know how far the Bingfeng Valley was, they still kept relying on a hard-hardened heart to perseverely.
However, for some people who are not strong in the Taoist mind will deepen their hesitation whenever they move forward for a short distance, and some people look back frequently, as if they think that if they go deeper into the forbidden area like this, can they still walk out then?
"Brother Chen Xuan, are you cold?"
Yaoyao and Qinqin flew over and hugged Chen Xuan's arm on the left and right, adding a hint of warmth to Chen Xuan's heart.
As strong as if he had condensed fifty top-quality laws, Chen Xuan, who had three top-level natal stars, could really feel the bone-bone coldness. However, this level of coldness cannot really consume Chen Xuan's original power.
So compared to others, Chen Xuan's condition was relatively good after three months of travel.
Of course, the loss of several beauties is relatively small, and they all carry the best recovery pills on them, but they are not as easy as Chen Xuan's resistance to the cold. Only Chen Xuan is like a ok person.
"Your Highness Fourth Princess, Sister Fu Sheng, if you are cold, you can hold them together."
Xiang Diemi spoke, and her signature flaming red lips looked more dazzling in the snow and ice.
If it weren't for Yi Lerong, it would definitely attract the attention of many male cultivators.
After saying that, Xiang Diemi skillfully held Fu Sheng's arm. The only thing she dared not "offend" was Di Yunli, the future empire queen who was not inferior to Chen Xuan.
Fu Sheng was embarrassed to refuse Xiang Diemi, so she could only let her hold her.
Di Yunli smiled and declined, "No, it's actually not that cold."
When saying this, Di Yunli's eyes flashed over Chen Xuan and Yaoyao Qinqin. God knew if there was any envy in her eyes.
Seeing Chen Xuan's eyes faintly shining with stars, Di Yunli asked curiously: "Chen Xuan, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just feel moved when I'm touching the scene, and I remember the similar experiences in the snow."
Chen Xuan smiled back and thoughts flew in his mind.
"Brother Chen Xuan, look at your appearance, I seem to want to recite a poem." Xiang Diemi teased with a smile.
Chen Xuan shook his head and smiled and laughed at himself: "I can't make any good poems myself, but this scene reminds me of an ancient poem."
As he said that, Chen Xuan's voice transmission changed to low sings-
"The anger is rushing to the crown, and the rain stops when you are standing on the railing. Looking up, you whistle at the sky, your heart is fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, your youth's head is white, and you are sad."
This poem was written by Yue Fei, an ancient Chinese hero, who was passionate. Chen Xuan couldn't help but think of the heavy responsibility he had shouldered along the way. From restoring the Great Xia Dynasty to creating the free world, the ultimate goal was to make himself and his loved ones, friends and brothers free forever, but the process was getting more and more tortuous. Therefore, Chen Xuan sincerely lamented that time did not wait for others. This battle of the battle between Fei'an Yue and Yu Kongzhao, which was launched together with Yu Kongzhao, is unknown.
Di Yunli, Xiang Di Mi, Yaoyao Qinqin and Fu Sheng were obviously all touched by this poem.
When the monks around him heard Chen Xuan's chanting, they also watched them.
A young monk who looks ordinary and can recite such a brilliant word will naturally make people admire him.
"Fellow Taoist, it seems that you are a person with lofty ambitions." A white-haired old man flew over and spoke with admiration.
"It is admirable to be able to inspire yourself with such a great word."
Another male cultivator who looked like a middle-aged scholar spoke out to praise him.
Other monks who admired this poem also exclaimed.
Chen Xuan learned from this that cultivators in the Ice and Snow Realm are not just fighting for fame and fortune, and are living in a miserable way. On a whim, he immediately launched a grand topic: "Everyone, if one day a world appears in the starry sky and accept monks of all races, you can get free and easy into this world. It just needs everyone to work hard to manage it. I wonder if you are willing to abandon the inheritance of the sect and go with me?"