According to the chief of the Condor Tribe, Long Xiaoshan knew the location of Pascal Snow Mountain. It was in the cold polar northern part of the wasteland world, very far away from the Waste Arrow Tribe, at least thousands of kilometers.
In the wasteland world, humans are just weak races, and the most powerful ones are wild beasts.
So for thousands of kilometers, for people in the wasteland world, it is a distance that will never be able to reach in their lifetime.
Comparable to the Long March.
Of course, let alone thousands of kilometers.
Even if Long Xiaoshan finds out, he will definitely go there.
Because this is his hope for going out.
He doesn't want to stay in the wasteland for the rest of his life.
After leaving the Waste Arrow Tribe, Long Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaofu embarked on the way to Pascal Snow Mountain.
At the beginning, Long Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaofu walked away separately.
However, after walking for a long time, Long Xiaoshan felt that the speed was too slow. Although Ling Xiaofu's speed was not slow, she was also a fourth-level spiritual master after all, and she must be much faster than ordinary people, but in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, she was still slow.
In addition, this speed cannot get rid of the wild beasts at all.
From time to time, wild beasts will emerge to stop and attack them.
Although it is usually driven away or killed by Long Xiaoshan very quickly.
But it also delayed their speed.
"Xiaofu, I'd better carry you away." Long Xiaoshan simply stopped.
"Ah! OK!" 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. He didn't know why this girl liked being hugged so much. He had been hugging her for so many days, so she didn't feel uncomfortable?
Long Xiaoshan was too lazy to say it.
He picked up Ling Xiaofu and ran quickly in the wilderness, with his speed soaring.
After accelerating, Long Xiaoshan ignored most of the wild beasts. Even if those wild beasts wanted to attack them, they could not keep up with Long Xiaoshan's speed.
But it is absolutely smooth sailing in the wilderness.
Long Xiaoshan encountered some powerful wilderness monsters.
There are even a few, and the breath given to him is not much weaker than that of the eight-armed crocodile dragon.
When meeting that level of wilderness giant beast, Long Xiaoshan naturally was careful and avoided it.
Even so, within two days, Long Xiaoshan traveled nearly a thousand kilometers and entered the extreme cold northern land. The temperature dropped sharply, and the climate in the wasteland world was far more severe than that of the earth.
The Northland is completely a world of permafrost. The temperature is below minus fifty degrees Celsius all year round, and the temperature at night will be even lower.
Even Ling Xiaofu, a fourth-level spiritual master, was unable to bear it even if he didn't have thick clothes to wrap his body. Long Xiaoshan's space ring did not have thick clothes because his physique was not enough to use it.
Fortunately, Long Xiaoshan hugged her, and the temperature coming from Long Xiaoshan was like a stove, allowing her to persevere.
Ordinary people in this place will undoubtedly die if they fall in.
Mr. Bai would never have been blown away by the demonic wind here. If he had been here, he would have died long ago.
Could it be that there is another place in the wasteland world that will blew the black demonic wind?
Long Xiaoshan was confused.
But I can't care so much.
He only has this clue now, which is better than rushing around like a headless fly.
The biting cold wind whistled, rolling up a large number of white snowflakes. Long Xiaoshan walked on the white frozen soil, leaving a string of footprints behind him, and was soon covered with ice and snow.
Due to the cold weather, Long Xiaoshan's speed was much slower.
Ling Xiaofu pressed her body tightly against Long Xiaoshan's body, and later she got directly into Long Xiaoshan's clothes, covering Long Xiaoshan's skin. It was too cold here.
Long Xiaoshan is too lazy to care whether this posture is ambiguous or not.
I guess no man can think about those things in this weather.
Even Ling Xiaofu didn't feel blushing because she was so cold that her mind was numb.
Although Long Xiaoshan slowed down, he kept walking. Until the sky gradually darkened, Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrank and he saw the continuous mountains ahead. One of the towering snow mountain was very similar to the snow mountain painted by the chief of the Vulture Tribe.
"Pascal Snow Mountain has arrived!"
Long Xiaoshan was excited when he saw the snow mountain.
"Is that true?" Ling Xiaofu poked a little eyes out of Long Xiaoshan's neckline.
All snow mountains are the same in her eyes: "Where is it?"
Long Xiaoshan pointed to the tallest one: "If the chief of the Condor Tribe didn't lie to me, it would be that one, let's go there."
Ling Xiaofu responded and then retracted into Long Xiaoshan's clothes.
It looks like it is already in front of you.
But when Long Xiaoshan arrived at the foot of Pascal Snow Mountain, it was completely dark.
The snow-capped mountains are even more towering and huge, and they are completely out of sight, but they are afraid they are much higher than Mount Everest.
The temperature after nightfall became colder and colder, and the temperature was probably close to below zero Baidu. Even Long Xiaoshan had to use his true energy to resist this extremely low temperature.
There are basically no wild beasts in this place, not because they are afraid of the cold.
But it is too desolate, there is no food, and the wild beasts are unwilling to stay in such places.
There is only the whistling sound of the wind in my ears.
"Brother Xiaoshan, let's take a night off and go up the mountain tomorrow." Ling Xiaofu shouted.
Long Xiaoshan had been carrying her for thousands of kilometers, and even at night she was asleep in Long Xiaoshan's arms. Long Xiaoshan was walking, even the iron man was tired, let alone in such a cold polar region.
Long Xiaoshan shook his head: "No, the vulture chief said that the devil wind here appears from time to time. If it appears tonight, we will miss it, go up the mountain now."
"But Brother Xiaoshan, aren't you tired? Even if you missed this time, there will be a next time." Ling Xiaofu shouted.
Long Xiaoshan did not answer her and hugged her and rushed up the mountain.
Ling Xiaofu thought to herself that Long Xiaoshan was anxious to go back to see his family, or his wife and children. By the way, he had been with Long Xiaoshan for so long, and he didn't even know whether he had a wife.
Long Xiaoshan never talks about him.
When Ling Xiaofu thought of this, she felt a little flustered and couldn't even feel the cold. Her mind was circling with the question of whether Long Xiaoshan had a wife.
Long Xiaoshan doesn’t care about Ling Xiaofu thinking so much.
There is only one thought in his mind now, which is to go up the mountain.
The wind raged.
As he climbed higher and higher, the wind became colder and the temperature became lower and lower. It was no longer snowflakes, but hail, or even huge ice stones, as big as millstones.
Continuously falling on the mountain.
Long Xiaoshan relied on his powerful true energy and ignored it, and walked towards the top of the mountain with the hail and rocks.
After a night of trek.
Long Xiaoshan finally arrived at the top of Pascal.
There is a large hilly ice field in front of you.
There is also a bottomless ice stream.
The wind is very strong on the mountain.
But he did not see the so-called devil's wind.
Long Xiaoshan was a little disappointed, but the Vulture Chief had said that the devil wind appeared from time to time, so it was normal even if it could not be seen. Long Xiaoshan quickly found the bottom of a hill, dug out a hole, and arranged a formation at the entrance of the cave.