Mu Jun flew along the Ice Sword Forest for seven days, but he did not reach the edge, which made Mu Jun quite melancholy. These days, she has been thinking about why the road leading from the Taiyou Beihai to the Yunchuan Moon Palace is cut off by natural barriers, is it really just to prevent foreign creatures from disturbing the snow spirit under the Yunchuan Moon?

"Sister Pastor," Li Liushen finally changed into a brand new black purple and gold robe, he stood at Mu Jun's side with his hands on his chest, and looked at the endless ice peak: "You insist on passing through the Ice Sword Forest?"

"Does the Lord have a proposal?" Mu Jun looked sideways at Li Liushen and asked with a light smile.

"When he came out of the rift in time and space, Zeng Yufeng drove a distance, and when he was dragged down by the fierce creature, he found that the sharp claws of the fierce creature would deliberately avoid some gaps between the ice peaks, as if the gaps were blocked. Li Liushen stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

The old man stroked his beard and looked up, looked at the mist-shrouded ice peak, pulled Mu Jun's ear hair, and motioned for her to go up and take a look, maybe she could find a way.

"Can you still remember that height?" Mu Jun went up in the boat, slowly approaching the Ice Sword Forest.

The tide stood silently behind Mu Jun, the blue eyes in his eyes slowly rotated, forming a blue whirlpool, as if the clouds saw the sun, the ice peaks showed their original appearance, and the dense nine ghosts climbed on the ice peaks, waving their claws from time to time, grabbing a piece of ice, and putting it into the giant mouth to chew it, as if it was a supreme delicacy.

The flying boat rose into the air, and the tide carefully probed the ice peaks to see if there was really something that they were afraid of, but she couldn't find it until the flying boat stopped. The whirlpool in her eyes stopped, and gradually returned to her blue tranquility, and she blinked, and saw the old man, floating beside her face, staring at her quietly: "Did the little merman find anything unusual?"

"The ice peak is crawling with nine ghosts," the tide looked at the top of his head vaguely visible, like a sieve-like crack in time and space, the wind raged, blowing over the ice peak, leaving a sharp blade-like peak, at a glance, if the ice sword was upside down, slightly blue and cold, her cherry mouth pursed slightly: "I have never seen anything between the ice peaks that makes them scruple." ”

Mu Jun heard the words of the tide clearly, but the matter had come to this point, and only thoughts reached Yunchuan. Otherwise, she could only wait until the sixty-year snow season in Beihai had passed, and when the Yunchuan Snow Boat set sail, she could board the Snow Boat with the blue ice crystals handed over to her by the Snow Spirit that day.

Glancing back at the Yuhua Dolphin in the barrel, in the words of the tide, the Yuhua Dolphin named Xiaochuan was already one hundred and twenty-seven years old, and it must return to the Yuhua Dolphin Clan before one hundred and fifty years ago to accept the inheritance, otherwise it would lose its qualification for inheritance forever.

Of course, the inheritance of the Yuhua dolphin is not a necessary reason for Mu Jun. What she cared about was that the tidal idea managed to lure her to Yunchuan, what was the purpose?

Li Liushen glanced sideways at the tide, stretched out his hand to cover the talisman on his chest, remembered the words of this mermaid, and sacrificed the soul of the fierce beast with flesh and blood. He remembered that for more than 10,000 years in the Beiyue Cultivation Realm, no one had ever crossed the tribulation and ascended, could it be related to this soul beast? Maybe this mermaid could give herself some answers.

Mu Jun asked Xuan Bai if he had an appetite for the Nine Ghost Qi of the Ice Sword Forest? Xuan Bai stretched his branches lazily: "Mother, those bed bugs that crawl up from the ghost domain, Xiaobai doesn't like them. Xiaobai doesn't eat everything, Xiaobai is also very picky!"

After flying in mid-air for three days, there was really nothing to be done, Mu Jun decided to go and see it alone, but the flying boat was transformed by phantom wood, and if she wanted to leave, the flying boat would automatically follow. So I discussed with the old man if there was a flying boat?

The old man took out a spaceship from his sleeve and threw it into the air, turning it into a behemoth: a two-story building, pavilions, and courtyards. Looking at the spaceship in mid-air, the old man waved his staff: "I can't find a way out in a short time, so I have to take a good rest." He pulled Mu Jun's ear hair and led her to land on the spaceship.

The tide carried the wooden barrel and ran to the pool, and fell into the water with the Yuhua dolphin, splashing a foot high. The happiest is the three-headed Yuhua dolphin, too secluded sea to swim in the habit, has been kept in captivity by the barrel for so long, has long been tired, so there is a big pool, although it is not as good as the sea is too secluded, but it is better than nothing.

Regardless of the joy of the tides, Mu Jun was staring at the bow of the ship to gather the spirit array, thinking that this idea was good, self-sufficient, and could reduce the consumption of spirit stones. The old man sat on Mu Jun's shoulder, and told Mu Jun very arrogantly that this spaceship had a total of twelve spirit gathering arrays, and there was no need for a spirit stone. Li Liushen had no interest in this, and sat cross-legged in the pavilion, concentrating and meditating.

The spaceship disappeared and floated in mid-air, and Mu Jun sat on the side of the ship, rummaging through the sea of knowledge for information about the Nine Ghosts. The old man floated on the board of the ship beside her, fiddling with his ideal: the Starry Sky Pavilion.

The Nine Ghosts are mostly born at the entrance of the Ghost Domain, living in a cold place, liking to eat fierce souls and evil ghosts, and are not afraid of the sun. And there are so many in the Ice Sword Forest, if it is not specially raised, there is only one possibility, and the Ice Sword Forest is one of the gates to the Ghost Domain. Otherwise, how could so many Nine Ghost Differences survive, along the way, Mu Jun had never even seen a single bird feather.

Perhaps, cultivators should not be obsessed, and a thought will come true. The wind howled on a snowy night, and a huge white bird rushed out of the wind and snow, crashed into the ship, and was instantly bounced away by the spirit shield, and fell down with a panicked scream, and a vine wrapped around its feet, and was lifted to the ship's board in a moment.

Mu Jun stood aside, and saw the white bird covering his head, not moving, nor untying the vines on its legs, but just waiting silently. An hour later, the white bird quietly poked its head out from under its wings, and at a glance saw the person standing on the side, his purple eyes were stunned, and he instantly buried himself under the wings, cocked his long tail feathers, and exposed his bare fart.

"Male?" The old man sat on Mu Jun's shoulder, and with a wave of his staff, a flame fell on the white bird's buttocks, and the white bird was in pain, jumped up and screamed, and suddenly changed his voice, like a boy's cry: "It hurts...... It hurts...... Spare your life!"

With a wave of the old man's staff, the flames on the white bird's farts disappeared, erasing the scars by the way. The white bird jumped for a long time, and finally found that the pain was gone, stretched his neck to look at his buttocks, and found that the feathers and fart-thighs were intact, and it bowed his head crookedly: "Phantom feathers, thank you Daxian!"

Mu Jun was stunned for a moment, remembering that the timid and cute group in Jiuxiao raised her eyebrows and smiled, it turned out that the Linggu clan was like this, her fingers moved slightly, and the vines on the legs of the Lingdove phantom feathers dispersed. Phantom Feather felt free for the first time, it spread its wings and was about to slip away, suddenly retracted its wings, looked at Mu Jun, and asked cautiously: "Xiao Xiu may leave?"

(To be continued.) )