Wang Tiezhu still has some confidence in saying these words, after all, he does not belong to this world.
In other words, he is equivalent to a traveler from another world.
Everyone understands the value of these three words. It is a proper halo of protection for the protagonist.
Even if the houses in this world collapse, the devil comes, or even the end of the world comes, the traveler will not be hurt even a hair.
Even if his life is in danger, he can definitely be resurrected through any method.
Therefore, Wang Tiezhu is stressed, but it is more about motivation and yearning for a better future.
Falling into a devil's cave, avoiding the pursuit of ancient monsters, and becoming the master of the Snow Tribe in a daze. Isn't this an inappropriate protagonist plot?
Everyone moved forward very quickly.
It didn't take long before we arrived at the endless snowy plain.
Although the temperature here is very low, for Wang Tiezhu and others, it is just drizzle.
No matter how cold it is, it's not as cold as in a freezer.
However, Wan Xi and Wan Hong, who were able to enter the bottom of the ice lake, were shivering from the cold at this moment.
Because this place has not reached the critical point of cold resistance of their souls, it is a bit stretched.
Especially Wan Hong, who had a lower level of cultivation, was so frozen that his upper and lower teeth were chattering.
The spiritual body, which was originally close to being transparent, now merges with the surrounding air.
"Senior Wan, I have a pill for you to take. It should be able to alleviate your current situation." Wang Tiezhu said.
"Okay, thank you, brother."
Wan Hong took the elixir tremblingly, not forgetting to thank him. What is Wang Tiezhu's identity and status now?
A dignified half-immortal, the most mysterious leader of the Snow Clan in the mainland.
To put it bluntly, if Wang Tiezhu thinks about his old feelings, they can achieve enlightenment alone, and chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven. If Wang Tiezhu doesn't think about his old feelings, he can kill them all with a flick of his finger.
"Master, we are here, there are fires in front of us, and there are many caves!" Liu Xin'er said with excitement on her face.
During this time, I left that city and came to the next city, where I lived in magnificent palaces.
Liu Xin'er was very happy when she suddenly saw so many caves that could help others.
Girls are the most curious, and their ability to resist new things is almost zero.
The good spirits were also very happy.
If she hadn't been unfamiliar with the current environment, and there were so many powerful people in the Snow Clan, and any one of them would have a semi-immortal body, she would have flown into the cave to have a look before everyone else.
The Snow Tribe uses caves as caves and lives here in groups, and has not changed in thousands of years.
When everyone saw the old patriarch returning with his people, they hurriedly ran over.
Moreover, several new faces appeared in the team, and I suddenly felt very curious.
However, they had enough trust in the old patriarch that they did not show the slightest malice toward Wang Tiezhu and others.
If they had gone alone, they would have been surrounded by a large formation by now, and would have been blasted to the point where nothing was left.
Among the few people now, Wang Tiezhu and Wan Ling'er have the highest cultivation level, but they are only at the semi-immortal realm. Compared with the whole family, they are like mice meeting cats, with no power to fight back.
Although the Nine Nether Sky Python is powerful, it is only a single entity. It grits its teeth and is ruthless. If they are lucky, they may be able to win. But here, Wang Tiezhu and the others cannot even think of resisting.
Although she was smiling, the pressure of her aura that she inadvertently released made Wan Ling'er, Liu Xin'er and others unable to breathe at all.
"Grandpa Chief, who are these people? Are they friends of our Snow Clan?"
A little boy of five or six years old asked with his big watery eyes.
Even though he is young, no one dares to look down upon him.
Because, this little boy has vaguely touched the threshold of breaking through the semi-immortal mirror.
How old he is, he has already surpassed more than 90% of the cultivators in the mainland.
The Snow Clan is truly a magical place.
Fortunately, they just wanted to stay in a corner for half a year and did not want to contact the outside world. If they had the ambition to call the Dome Continent, it is estimated that the entire continent would be covered with this white snow.
"Xiao Bing'er, you can't call me the patriarch grandpa anymore."
Xue Wuqing smiled and touched the little boy's head, his eyes full of love.
However, these words caused a big stir among the Snow Clan.
"Chief, what do you mean by this?"
"You don't want my door, clan leader? Are you ready to go to Snow King Valley?"
"Chief, you are only 100 years old. You are far from that time. What will we do if you leave? By the way, why didn't the young master come back with you? Where did he go?"
Everyone hurriedly gathered around and asked all kinds of questions.
However, most of them were men from the Snow Tribe, and the women could only hide behind them, or simply stay in the cave and not come out.
Because the Xue tribe is still a male society, men are respected. Although women can also practice cultivation, they cannot disobey men's wishes.
Having been like this for so many years, in the hearts of Snow Clan women, the man in the family is God.
Moreover, what is engraved in their genes means that they will not have any complaints, they just feel that everything was given to them by their ancestors.
In their hearts, the respect of their ancestors is greater than anything else in this world.
"Everyone, go in first and call the whole clan to the Xue clan altar. I want to solemnly announce something to everyone." Xue Qingwu suddenly said.
When everyone heard this, they quickly stopped talking.
Although there was still suspicion in his heart, he did not show it. Instead, he returned to the cave to greet his family members, and soon they met at the Snow Clan altar.
Wang Tiezhu took a cursory look and found that although the Snow tribesmen were very strong, 30% of them were at the heaven level, but they were all children under the age of ten.
Sixty percent are at the half-day level, and most of them are middle-aged and elderly people between the ages of twenty and sixty.
Their eyes were piercing, and their whole bodies revealed a solemn murderous aura.
There is only one percent of the cultivation level that Wang Tiezhu can't see through.
However, you can tell with your toes that their cultivation has reached the realm of true immortals.
It's just that the total number of people in the Snow Clan is only about three hundred, so there are only three people who have reached the realm of true immortals.
But if any of these three people sets foot on the mainland, they will surely cause a bloody storm.
One of them is Xue Qingwu, the old patriarch of the Snow Clan, and the other two standing on the left and right of Xue Qingwu should be the two elders of the Snow Clan.
They are all around a hundred years old, and they look very strong and strong.
After initially understanding the strength of the Snow Clan, Wang Tiezhu still couldn't help but sigh.
A magical place gave birth to a magical race, and the magical race did miraculous things.
"Master, these people are really perverted. That child is still sucking milk, but I think his cultivation has reached the heaven level. Alas, people are so competitive that they have to throw away goods. Fortunately, you are now a
Kill the Lord of the Snow Tribe, or I will cry to death."
Liu Xin'er said with both inferiority complex and excitement.
He has low self-esteem, of course, because other children who feed him are stronger than him.
Excited, no matter how strong you are, aren't you still my master's subordinate?
