While Wu Liao was speaking, he was also watching the movements of the other two major forces like Gu Yujing, but his main concern was Guan Zehong of Tianshuang Sect.
As for Chen Xuan, who was at the back of the team, Wu Liao almost didn't take it seriously.
Because in Wu Liao's eyes, Chen Xuan's behavior was a sign of cowardice and cowardice. He wanted to blend in with the large army and pick up the slack. How could such a shrewd man as Song Wen have such stupid and fearful subordinates?
"Wu Liao, I didn't expect that toad and the ugly monsters around him would dare to follow him. They really don't know whether to live or die!"
Green Fairy's mind is smaller than Wu Liao's, so her focus is on Chen Xuan and Di Yunli.
"Don't worry, when that kid enters the Forbidden Snow Territory, he will definitely be scared to death when he encounters an ice monster with the bloodline of the prehistoric species in the Forbidden Territory!" Wu Liao casually dealt with the Green Fairy, thinking this in his mind.
The Green Fairy's appearance is far worse than that of the Divine Envoy, and is not worth his attention at all.
The Green Fairy remembered that she had been slapped four times by Di Yunli and the four others, and she felt a fire in her stomach that had nowhere to vent. She couldn't help snorting coldly: "If I encounter a powerful monster then, I will find an opportunity to kill that brat and those few."
Kill all the bitches!"
"I'm afraid that before you take action, they have already turned into monsters."
Wu Liao said and looked at a girl with bangs and a round face near Chen Xuan.
This girl doesn't seem like much at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that she has a very unique temperament. She is obviously mixed among so many monks, but she has an air of being able to stand out from the mud.
"Who is that girl?"
Wu Liao asked a disciple next to him who was responsible for counting new faces in Guxue City.
"Senior Brother Wu, I, I don't think I have seen that girl before." The disciple replied timidly.
"Hmph, useless stuff! You didn't pay attention to such a special female cultivator!"
Wu Liao hit this disciple hard on the head and glanced at him. None of the other disciples dared to look at him.
Not far away, Guan Zehong kept shaking his head as he watched, with a playful smile on his lips.
The vast army of major forces fought openly and covertly along the way for three months.
Three months later, the faces of many monks were full of fatigue and wind and frost. The extremely cold climate was very damaging to the monks' origins. Even star-level monks had difficulty predicting the long-term extreme cold ice.
Many monks fell behind one after another along the way, especially the Creation Realm disciples from the major forces. There were also some Star Realm casual cultivators who chose to give up this unpredictable opportunity of life and death.
Three months is neither long nor short, but it vividly demonstrates the cruelty of sentient beings in the world of cultivation.
Chen Xuan looked at the Yaoyao Qinqin beside him and occasionally breathed air into his hands to warm himself. In such a harsh environment with freezing weather, even the Star Realm monks behaved like ordinary people. This made Chen Xuan couldn't help but think of the time when he regained consciousness.
Walking on the Long March and experiencing the arduous journey of our ancestors, how similar are the scenes in front of us today to those back then?
The faces of the cultivators in front were red from the cold. They gritted their teeth and hurried on. Their eyes were determined. Even though they had no idea how far away the Frozen Valley was, they still persisted with a Taoist heart that had been tempered over time.
However, every time some people with weak Taoist hearts advance a short distance, the hesitation on their faces deepens, and some frequently look back, as if they are thinking that if they go deep into the forbidden area like this, will they still be able to get out?
"Brother Chen Xuan, are you cold?"
Yaoyao and Qinqin flew over and hugged Chen Xuan's arms, adding a touch of warmth to Chen Xuan's heart.
Chen Xuan, who is as powerful as condensing fifty top laws and three top natal stars, can also truly feel the bone-chilling cold, but this level of coldness cannot really consume Chen Xuan's original power.
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Therefore, compared to others, Chen Xuan maintained his condition better after three months of traveling.
Of course, the losses of several beauties were also relatively small, and they all carried the best recovery elixirs with them. However, it was not as easy as Chen Xuan to withstand the severe cold. Only Chen Xuan seemed to be fine.
"Your Highness the Fourth Princess, sister Fu Sheng, if you are cold, you can hug each other."
Xiangdiemi spoke, her iconic flaming red lips looking even more dazzling than usual in the ice and snow.
If he hadn't changed his appearance, he would definitely have attracted the attention of many male cultivators.
After speaking, Xiangdiemi skillfully held Fu Sheng's arm. The only person she did not dare to "offend" was Di Yunli, the future empress of the empire whose aura was not inferior to that of Chen Xuan.
Fusheng was embarrassed to refuse Xiangdiemi, so she could only let her hold her arm.
Di Yunli smiled and declined: "No, it's not that cold actually."
When she said this, Di Yunli glanced at Chen Xuan and Yaoyao Qinqin. God knows if there was envy in her eyes.
Looking at Chen Xuan's eyes with faint starlight, Di Yunli asked curiously: "Chen Xuan, are you okay?"
"I have nothing to do, I just got emotional and remembered a similar experience in the snow."
Chen Xuan smiled back, thoughts racing in his mind.
"Brother Chen Xuan, it looks like you want to recite a poem." Xiang Diemi teased with a smile.
Chen Xuan shook his head and laughed at himself: "I can't write any good poems myself, but this situation reminds me of an ancient poem."
As he spoke, Chen Xuan's voice transmission changed to a low chant——
"I was so angry that I leaned on the railing, and the mist of rain stopped. I looked up, looked up to the sky and roared, my heart was full of passion. Thirty years of fame and fame, dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for it, your young head will turn gray, and you will feel empty and sad."
This poem was written by the ancient Chinese hero Yue Fei. It was so impassioned that Chen Xuan couldn't help but think of the heavy responsibilities he had shouldered along the way. From recovering the Great Xia Dynasty to creating the Xiaoyao Realm, the ultimate goal was to make himself and his loved ones happy.
Friends and brothers are free and at ease forever, but the process is becoming more and more tortuous. Therefore, Chen Xuan sincerely laments that time waits for no one. In this battle between the worlds set off by Scarlet Moon and Yu Kongzhao, who can have the last laugh?
It’s still unknown.
Emperor Yunli, Xiangdiemi, Yaoyao Qinqin and Fu Sheng were all obviously touched by this poem.
When the surrounding monks heard Chen Xuan reciting, they also paid attention.
A young monk who looks ordinary and ordinary can recite such a unique poem, which is naturally impressive.
"Fellow Taoist, it seems that you are a man with great ambitions." A white-haired old man flew over and spoke with appreciation.
“It’s extremely admirable to be able to inspire yourself with such unique words.”
Another male cultivator who looked like a middle-aged scholar opened his mouth to praise.
Other monks who appreciated this poem also expressed their admiration.
From this, Chen Xuan learned that cultivators in the ice and snow world were not just people who were striving for fame and fortune. On a whim, he immediately started a grand topic: "Everyone, if one day a world appears in the starry sky, accept all kinds of people."
Monks from all races can achieve freedom by entering this world, but it requires everyone to work hard to manage it. I wonder if you are willing to give up your sect's inheritance and go with me?"
