Zhang Yunsheng just blew a gentle breath, then released the iron whisk from the man's neck, slowly pushed him away, and straightened the man's clothes.
"Well..." Liu Yunqing pretended to be calm with a look in his eyes that was hesitant to speak, and nodded seriously.
In my heart, my thoughts are still unfinished.
"Then let's go. Further past this forest is Duanchen Snow Mountain."
Pretending to be nothing, she walked to the left side of the sword cultivator and carelessly touched the back of the man's hand with her finger. The next second, she hooked the man's finger, squeezed it, rubbed it slowly, and then wrapped it around his wrist.
Interlocking fingers with him.
"……."
Liu Yunqing's spine was a little stiff.
"The territory of the Northern Territory is large, and almost every inch is covered with ice and snow. There are many towns on the plains, and there are three big cities. They are under the jurisdiction of our three clans in the Northern Territory: Zhang, Dongye, and Baili, and protect the local people."
"The main families of our three families are located on the Duanchen Snow Mountains. Each of them occupies an area, east, west, and south. The Dong family occupies the east, Dongye occupies the west, Baili occupies the south, and north of the north is the Tianji Pavilion."
"The center of the snow-capped mountains, and also the top of the snow-capped mountains, is a truly secluded sect."
Liu Yunqing opened his mouth and said: "Wen Jian Shan."
"Yes, Wenjian Mountain. It is the holy place in the hearts of sword cultivators in the world. Only by asking swords can you know the middle way of swordsmanship."
"Hundreds of years ago, the Fifth Elder left the Northern Territory and followed Elder Jiang to the Southern Territory. At that time, on the day she left, a green path appeared on the Wenjian Mountain where the snow and ice never melted all year round, with flowers on both sides.
Welcome, hundreds of butterflies are flying, passing through the Dongye and Baili families, to the dense forest at our feet, leading to the desert, and finally through the entire Western Region, directly to the Shifang Gate of the Southern Region."
"This road is called Don't Turn Back by us people in the Northern Territory. It only appeared for one day, and then it was covered with ice and snow again, leaving no trace."
Liu Yunqing only knew that the Fifth Elder and Elder Jiang were in love and traveled thousands of miles to settle down at Shifangmen in the Southern Territory to pay homage to Elder Keqing. They also gave birth to a well-behaved and lovely daughter, Su Su, but he had never heard of the events during this period.
Wonderful news.
The fifth elder is the only sword cultivator who has practiced Taoism in Wenjian Mountain for thousands of years, but then left Wenjian Mountain.
This is just like someone willing to return to this world after becoming an immortal and ascending to heaven.
"Why is it called Mo Huitou?" he asked slightly puzzled.
"Because, Wenjian Mountain only has the way in, but there is no way out. Although countless sword cultivators came to Duanchen Snow Mountain to seek enlightenment and ask for swords, in the end, only a few people can truly Duanchen."
"Those who have cut off the dust do not go to the world of mortals. We have no idea how the fifth elder came out of the mountain and how Mo Huitou appeared."
"In those days, countless sword cultivators came to Duanchen Snow Mountain, trying to find the way to the top of the Wenjian Mountain without turning back, to become apprentices and sword masters, and to learn the true way of swordsmanship. In the end, they all got lost in the snow-capped mountains and returned without success."
"We people from the Northern Territory still don't know how to climb Wenjian Mountain."
Zhang Yunsheng and Liu Yunqing walked hand in hand and passed through the northwest forest while talking.
The loess under your feet is replaced by snow. When you raise your head and hold your breath, you can see endless glaciers and snowfields. The towering snow-capped mountains are just ahead. Under the sun, ice flowers are flying all over the sky.
"Be careful!" Zhang Yunsheng said suddenly.
Liu Yunqing found that his spiritual power was increasing steadily since he stepped on the snow, and even more intense spiritual energy was pouring towards him from all around.
The spiritual energy formed a storm and trapped him in the eye of the wind. The sharp frost and cold wind carried ice particles across the sword cultivator's exposed skin.
The moment the red blood flowed out, the extreme cold froze the warm blood again.
There was also a blood stain on his forehead, and three to five blood stains on each of his arms. As a result, there were tear marks on the linen black robe.
Zhang Yunsheng decisively let go of her hand. She knew that this was not an ordinary wind, but the spiritual wind that Liu Yunqing was going to use to overcome the Nascent Soul Tribulation.
The spiritual energy gathered into a whirlpool and rushed towards the skin of Liu Yunqing, who had already advanced enough. When the spiritual energy filled, expanded, and even overflowed his body, it was the time when he would cause a thunderstorm.
Zhang Yunsheng had long thought that after Liu Yunqing used the Million Spiritual Stone Formation, his cultivation would skyrocket and he would advance to Nascent Soul.
As long as he encounters a land filled with spiritual energy, he will escape the tribulation on the spot. If they go to the Western Region at this moment, they may have to escape the tribulation under the surveillance of the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
She couldn't tell how the demonic energy was concealed and how the spiritual power found a new way to circulate in Liu Yunqing's body. If the demonic energy was leaked at any moment, the Demon-Suppressing Temple would definitely send out the Eighteen Arhats to subjugate him.
With the thunder tribulation and the siege from everyone, even if she wanted to protect Liu Yunqing, she might not be able to break out of the siege.
What's more, she is not the head of the family yet... She has not yet reached the position in her mind that she can protect Liu Yunqing.
Now in Duanchen Snow Mountain, the wind and snow are howling, the wind is biting, and there is no one in silence. This is the best place for Liu Yunqing to advance.
Zhang Yunsheng retreated ten feet away, holding the iron whisk tightly in his hand, always ready to take action.
This time she did not throw the yellow talisman like a mountain around this person, just because this was her opponent personally selected by Zhang Yunsheng, and she was also her Taoist companion, and she was the beacon to walk hand in hand on the road to eternal life.
She believes him.
Liu Yunqing unsheathed his sword and let his skin absorb the aura around him.
The aura of the north is relatively cold, and every time it is contained in his body, he feels like drinking ice. He needs to slowly warm it in his own limbs and bones.
Now he felt that his black hair was messy due to the cold wind swirling around him, and the broken hair on his forehead was almost covering his eyes.
The linen clothes rustled in the wind.
"Hu~hu~"
Liu Yunqing's Qi, blood, and blood vessels gradually slowed down in the ice and snow, and even with the influx of spiritual energy, he could not maintain the original flow of Qi, blood, and body fluids in his body.
The sword cultivator's complexion gradually changed from red and yellow, bright and moist, to the pale and bluish color it had before when he was about to die.
The smell of blood gradually became stronger.
Finally, when he stopped holding his sword and reached the limit of his endurance, the storm dissipated.
"Boom boom——".
Thunder and lightning crisscrossed the air, white light, purple light suddenly appeared in the white fog, and the sound of thunder was deafening. In the distance, thunder flowers even exploded on the top of distant mountains.
Liu Yunqing himself was a demonic cultivator after all. The death energy of thousands of dead people hidden in his body was not as good as the underworld, and was against the way of heaven and earth. Therefore, the thunder calamity was more severe than that of ordinary cultivators.
It is almost the same as the Zi Lei that Jiang Su fought against for the Thirty-Three People back then.
Time passed bit by bit, and on a snowy night in the Northland, the sky was pink, and I could even see clearly the forest I walked through when I looked back.
"Boom——"
The first purple thunder as thick as a sky pillar fell from the sky. The black-clothed swordsman held a silver-white sword and jumped up to meet it.
"I want to draw my sword and kill Ling Xiao, but I only ask the soul under the sword if there is a kind person who can help the weak and support others!"
"I am Liu Yunqing!"
"I will never enter the devil's way in this life!"
