In the cold land of the north, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, as far as the eye can see, only two colors are seen, the white is snow, and the gray is the sky.

Before he got close, he could feel its coldness, and a gust of north wind blew, and everyone couldn't help but snort, even Zhan Chen felt a little cold, not to mention those outer disciples under him.

At this time, the road under their feet began to be rough, and they began to climb the mountain road to continue to climb, the so-called northern cold land, not here, but on the mountains.

So their most difficult journey has just begun, to climb over the rolling mountains and gradually climb to the top of the highest mountain.

The temperature continued to drop, facing the snowstorm, and the speed of the team's march dropped again and again, but the team leader Wang Feng did not mean to stop, but shouted and scolded the people behind him: "You lazy things, don't hurry up, speed up your pace, we have to arrive at the destination tonight!"

Zhan Chen was a Martial King powerhouse, so this bit of wind and snow was naturally nothing to him, but in private, he was deeply worried about those behind him.

Sure enough, when crossing a cliff, there was a problem in the team, and several people couldn't step on it accurately, so they fell off the cliff.

In this regard, everyone is also powerless, and it is worth turning back and continuing to climb up, but the mood is as gray as the clouds in the sky.

It was getting late, but we were still halfway to the top of the mountain, and the wind and snow had not abated in the slightest.

Wang Feng had to make the decision to let the team rest for the night, and they found a col that was not invaded by wind and snow, and began to set up camp.

Everyone quickly lit the fire and brought out the meat barbecue. Sitting around the campfire, tearing the barbecue in their hands, and drinking the spirits in the bowl, people finally felt a little warmer and talked more.

Zhan Chenai sat with ordinary martial artists, because listening to their conversations, he could gain a lot of knowledge, and those ordinary martial artists, who had been in contact with Zhan Chen for two months, gradually found out that he was approachable, and gradually opened up to him.

At this time, an old man with white hair who was sitting with him drank a few more glasses, and began to talk about it again.

The old man's name is Hu Sanqi, he has lived for more than four hundred years, and his cultivation has only stayed at the first level of Wuzun, according to his own words, he has come to this northern cold land five times alone.

Everyone was surprised why he was still alive and well, the mortality rate in the Northern Cold Land was extremely high, and I heard that the outer disciples here would die more than half of them every time, and it was enough to come once, and he actually came five times.

But looking back, he seemed to be qualified to educate everyone, only to hear Hu Sanqi grinning in his hoarse voice: "You newcomers have never been to the real northern cold land, the little wind and frost during the day is just a cold dish on the banquet, and the real dishes are still to come!"

A few people next to him listened to his words, and some of them began to laugh, shouting, "Huh, you are talking again." ”

"That is, this northern cold land, but at the junction of our Demon Luo Sect and another large Demon Sect, the territory of the cult, there are thousands of towering mountains like this alone, and each one is very large, and one mountain can't be visited in a few days. ”

Some people are questioning: "Nonsense, how do you know, have you ever been there? The wind on this mountain is so strong, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support it with your cultivation!"

At this time, Hu Sanqi was so anxious that his face was red and his neck was red, and he argued: "Don't believe it, I really went deep into the continuous snowy mountains when I was young. It was during a mission that I was chased and killed, and I fell off a cliff and passed out. ”

"And guess what, when I opened my eyes, I saw a dense jungle, elixirs everywhere, and monsters and beasts. ”

Several people listened to his words, and laughed again: "Nonsense, I think there are only demon beasts, the jungle is dense, the elixir is everywhere, how can there be these things in this snow-capped mountain where birds don't." ”

"That's what I've seen with my own eyes, and I still took a lot of effort to find a way out, and I came back!" Hu Sanqi also said seriously.

"That's it, that's it, whatever you say. When the people saw that he was old, they did not care about him.

"And I suspect that the sworn enemy of our Demon Luo Sect, the lair of the Zhengdao Sect, is in this group of mountains!" Hu Sanqi burst out with another astonishing guess.

Someone began to refute him again: "Nonsense, where is the mountain gate of the Zhengdao Gate, even our Yin Sect Master can't guess it, how do you know." Besides, who would choose the mountain gate in this? unless their skulls are caught in the door panels. ”

Hu Sanqi said to the man: "What do you know about this kid? Then let me ask you, where did these remnants of the righteous path at the border come from?"

"This ...... I think they must be hiding in the three areas where our sect and the cult are fighting, and the righteous paths are simply a group of guerrillas and vagabonds, how can there be a mountain gate. ”

Hu Sanqi shook his head, and said to himself: "It's a pity, you don't believe me, I saw it with my own eyes that time in distress, and I also encountered them." ”

"And you still have a life to come back?"

"Hehe, I'm an ordinary martial artist, who can recognize me if I clean my clothes?"

"You just blow it, then have you used this news to ask the elders of the sect for credit? This is a great achievement. ”

Hu Sanqi's eyes hesitated slightly, and then said: "At that time, I was confused about how I came out, how could I remember the road?"

"Alright, alright, is there anything new in this northern cold land?" everyone thought he was telling a story, which sounded interesting.

Sure enough, I heard Hu Sanqi say: "Okay, let me tell you a secret, there are a lot of treasures buried in the vast mountains, do you know? Many adventurers haunt this northern cold land, their noses are the most spiritual, where there are treasures, all know." ”

"In the past, this northern cold land was still a gathering place for many sects, the most famous of which was a Hanshan sect, and its scale was almost up to the standard of a large sect. ”

"Hanshan Sect, wasn't it already wiped out by our sect?" everyone thought about it, and this sentence made a bit of sense, because it seemed that there were really a few sects in history that had settled in this northern cold land.

However, these sects have long been strangled by the Moluo Sect and the Cult Sect, their sects have been broken, the wealth classics have been divided, and they have long been annihilated in the torrent of history.

"But, if you think about it, if these sects are destroyed, won't there be any treasures still buried in this heavy snow?" Hu Sanqi unfolded his bold imagination.

Everyone laughed again: "Hu Lao'er, don't think about it, it's not our turn, besides, it's been a thousand years, and the place you want to find has already been turned over, what treasures are left?"

However, listening to his braggadocio and his poetic imagination, everyone was in a much happier mood.

Among them, there was one exception, that was Zhan Chen, who observed that although Hu Sanqi's face was three points drunk, his eyes were indeed extremely bright.

So he has been listening carefully, digesting the information, and thinking: "After all, Hu Sanqi is a person who has been to the Northern Cold Land five times, even if his words are not all true, but they are at least seven points true, if these information are all correct, then the water in this Northern Cold Land is very deep!"

As the night passed, the wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the sun shone on the earth, bringing light to people's hearts, even if it could not bring warmth to people's bodies.

Wang Feng led a large army, taking advantage of this good weather, all the way up, and finally arrived at the top of the mountain at noon.

From a bird's-eye view from the top of the mountain, Zhan Chen was completely shocked by the wonders he saw, it turned out that they had only climbed the south side of the mountain, a steep section of the terrain, so the road was difficult to walk, and the climate was harsh.

But on the back side of the mountain, it is completely different, with a gentle slope and flat terrain. Moreover, the adjacent tall mountain range just plays a good shielding role, so the arrogance of the wind chill is not so arrogant.

From the mountainside, the vegetation increases, and you can see dense forests, and the clear snowmelt water from the snow-capped mountains converges into streams, converges into rivers, and finally concentrates at the bottom of the mountain, becoming a large river, rushing forward.

And at the foot of the mountain, there seems to be a city, dotted along the riverside.

Seeing the city, Wang Feng exclaimed happily: "Great, we have arrived in the Northern Cold City!"

When Zhan Chen heard this, he immediately recalled the information about this city. The Northern Cold City is an important fortress built by the Moluo Sect in the Northern Cold Land, just to prevent the invasion of cults and righteous paths and consolidate their rule.

In recent years, with the growing strength of the Demon Luo Sect, its tentacles have gradually extended to the area ruled by the cult, and the contradictions between the two have become increasingly conflicting, and the war around the Northern Cold City is also continuous, and a large number of people are dying every day.

However, the most important thing for the Demon Sect is people, they can replenish fresh blood every day, if they don't lose a little, then Sect Master Yin will probably have to worry about overcrowding.

"Let's hurry up, and we can rest in the city tonight!" Wang Feng shouted.

The speed of the procession suddenly accelerated, and everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of the famous city.