Yang Xianmao immediately used his mind to probe the contents of the storage bag, but he found that he couldn't see the contents of the storage bag at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He tried to take out the contents of the storage bag again, but he couldn't, the storage bag was completely closed, not controlled by his mind, including the ghost golem, and there was no way to summon it.

If you can't even open the storage bag, it will be troublesome, because Yang Xianmao has thought that the magic weapon to be refined is the teeth of the Flood Desolation God Crocodile.

He checked from the "Treasure Collection of Heaven and Earth" that after the teeth of this desolate god crocodile were quenched by the water of the River Styx, they could refine an indestructible magic weapon, called the god crocodile tooth. It should be able to pierce through the scales or skin of the Flood God Crocodile.

If you can't take out the Flood Desolation God Crocodile, you can't get the teeth, and you can't build magic weapons. Therefore, Yang Xianmao immediately said loudly: "Exit the ice field first, return to the small mountain you passed earlier and set up camp, and then discuss." ”

They immediately drove the dog sled back to the land and came to the foot of the small snowy mountain.

Strange to say, after they left the ice field, they came to the foot of the hill, and the vitality in their bodies was revived again, and Yang Xianmao was able to mobilize a small amount of pure yang true fire to keep warm, so that he and Wende could resist the cold again. Although the pure yang true fire that can be mobilized in this place is not even a percent.

Yang Xianmao asked them to make a fire to keep warm, while he climbed to the top of a small hill. It's a place where you can monitor the surroundings, but the people below can't see what he's doing, so it's more hidden.

Yang Xianmao climbed to the top of the mountain, looking at the endless glacier, and felt that it was very magical, how could it not be able to exert mana on it? Even the strongest person like Zhizhi who stepped into the ninth level with half a foot was not good. It seems that the power of nature is far greater than that of any so-called strong man.

At this time, the sun only moved slowly on the edge of the snowfield, and along the way, they had become accustomed to this polar night situation, and then after the sun fell to the horizon, it was followed by a slow long night, which lasted for eleven hours, and the sun would only emerge for an hour.

Yang Xianmao was already able to detect the contents of the storage bag and take them out.

So he took out the Flood Desolation Divine Crocodile from the bag, and at the same time took out the black dagger. Then he stretched open the giant mouth of the Flood God Crocodile, and with great effort for a long time, he used the black dagger to pry off a row of teeth, and put it in a bag, which he was going to put on the sleigh and take away, and could no longer be put in the storage bag.

The biting cold he felt after entering the ice field earlier made Yang Xianmao alert, and he had to be prepared. Find an effective way to protect yourself from the cold.

He immediately took out the "Treasure of Heaven and Earth" and checked the Flood Desolation Crocodile to see if there was anything to keep out the cold. He only has this thing in his hand now, which can be regarded as a high-level heaven and earth treasure. That's all that works.

He took a closer look, and the whole body of the Flood Desolation Divine Crocodile was full of treasures, which could be used to create various magic weapons. But on the ice field, there is no way to use mana, so even if you use it to build it, it is useless, including your own Divine Crocodile Soft Armor. So don't expect to build a magic weapon, just see if there is anything on the Flood Desolate God Crocodile that can protect against the cold.

He checked the past one by one, and suddenly, he found that there was a record in it, which was a layer of yellow grease covering the liver of the Flood God Crocodile, which was the main material for creating a magic weapon called "Cold Shield", and the function was also to resist the opponent's cold magic weapon. If you apply this fat directly to your body, will it also play a role in resisting the cold?

Yang Xianmao is ready for a test.

The liver of the Flood Desolate God Crocodile was cut off by Yang Xianmao last time in order to practice the bitter pill, and he remembered that it was indeed wrapped with a layer of yellow oil. At that time, he used the liver to refine the elixir, and the piece of grease was placed in the storage bag, and he took out a small piece of it and melted it into a semi-liquid with pure yang true fire, and then smeared it on the palm of his left hand.

Then, he didn't use the Yin and Yang True Fire and Yuan Qi to keep his body warm, and immediately felt the biting cold all over his body, and his teeth chattered with cold. He immediately plunged his hands into the thick snow at the same time to test their hardiness in the ice. He smeared the liver grease of the Flood God Crocodile with his left hand, while his right hand did not apply anything.

With both hands inserted into the snow, Yang Xianmao quickly felt the biting cold in his right hand, and although his left hand also felt the severe cold, the degree was much lighter, which proved that the liver oil of this divine crocodile did have a miraculous effect on defending against severe cold, and this effect was much more effective than the cold prevention and control potion he made with herbs when he was in Xuanzhou, after all, this came from the flood god crocodile that appeared once in a thousand years.

Yang Xianmao didn't know if this thing could work even if it didn't have mana on the ice field.

Before going to the ice field for testing, Yang Xianmao had to do one more thing, that is, to take a few pieces of scale armor to make a set of defensive armor, so that he could have something to protect his body when he encountered the enemy, but he didn't know if the scale armor of this divine crocodile could still work when it reached the ice field where mana could not be used.

So, Yang Xianmao cut a few pieces of scale armor with a black dagger at the crocodile's tail and prepared to sew them on the front chest and back to protect his body.

This scale armor was very difficult to remove, and it took Yang Xianmao nearly an hour to successfully remove the scale armor piece.

Then, he put the Flood God Crocodile in his storage bag and inserted the black dagger into the shaft of his boot, which was as sharp as mud and could be used in the snow.

Then, he carried the big bag of crocodile teeth down the hill, whistled and summoned his Chiyang donkey, hung the bag on the chair on the donkey's back and tied it, and then turned over on the Chiyang donkey himself, and galloped towards the ice field.

Before this, the Chiyang Donkey was very obedient and psychic all the way, but when it arrived at this ice field, the Chiyang Donkey cowered, and didn't even dare to run forward, just hesitantly moved forward step by step, and kept snorting on the road, as if he was very nervous, looking up at the sky from time to time.

Under Yang Xianmao's continuous urging, the Chiyang Donkey finally walked out of a short way, and arrived at the place where they felt that the vitality and yin and yang true fire in their bodies could not be used last time.

Yang Xianmao rolled down, squatted in the snow, and inserted his hands into the snow again.

At this point, his pure yang true fire can no longer be mobilized, so there is no way to use the pure yang true fire to protect his right hand, he is no different from ordinary people now, except that his left hand is smeared with the liver oil of the Flood Desolation God Crocodile, he wants to test whether he can resist the cold, and test whether this oil is effective on the ice field where spells cannot be cast.

As a result, Yang Xianmao quickly felt that the degree of cold in his hands was significantly different, although his left hand that was smeared with grease also felt cold, it was still within a tolerable range, but his right hand was so cold that it was almost numb, and he quickly pulled it out for fear of hurting his hand.

After testing, his own smearing of the liver oil of the Flood Desolate God Crocodile can indeed play an effective role in keeping out the cold, which makes Yang Xianmao feel confident that he has the means to resist the severe cold, which is the most important thing in the absence of mana on the ice field.

Next, to test whether the god crocodile scale armor could still serve as a strong defense, he placed the scale armor on the snow, drew a sharp knife, and aimed it at the scale and stabbed it hard. A string of sparks flew at the sound of the bell, and the scale armor was still unharmed, leaving not even a scratch. On the contrary, the tip of the knife is curled.

Yang Xianmao was very happy, and slashed a few more times in a row, but the result was still the same. The blade curled up, and the scales still didn't move, not even a trace of breakage.

This is understandable to think about, because on the ice field, only the mana is limited and cannot be used, and the things on the body of the Flood Desolation God Crocodile are just items, the same as the nature of the sword, gun and shield, there is no mana, of course it can be used.

In addition, there is a very critical question of whether the black dagger still has the effect of sharpening iron like clay.

He took out the black dagger, aimed at the back of the sharp knife that had been rolled up just now, and slashed it down, and heard a soft sound of snorting, and the sharp knife was easily cut in two by the black dagger.

Yang Xianmao was sure that this black dagger could still be used and had not been affected.

However, this is also understandable, because this is just an ordinary dagger, not a magic weapon, and the effect obtained by quenching it with Styx water, and the Styx water originally came from this ice field, and the effect of the ice field itself will certainly not be affected by the ice field itself.

With both offensive and defensive scale armor pieces and black daggers, Yang Xianmao was very sure in his heart. With these two things, he still has confidence in dealing with other treasure hunters who also have no mana. What's more, there is also a very supernatural, very alert and very psychic Chiyang donkey.

By this time, the sun had already set the horizon, and although the sky was still relatively bright, the stars had already appeared in the night sky.

Yang Xianmao came to the side of the Chiyang donkey, and was about to turn over and ride back, at this moment, a large area of gorgeous aurora suddenly appeared in the night sky, colorful, across the entire night sky one by one, looking really weird and scary.

This is the first time Yang Xianmao has seen the aurora, and the whole person is stunned.

The Chiyang donkey beside him immediately stared at him like a copper bell, suddenly hissed, jumped up and turned around and ran, not caring how Yang Xianmao greeted him behind him, as fast as an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, he ran over the ice field, ran onto the land, and kept turning over a small snow-capped mountain in one breath and disappeared on the other side.

Yang Xianmao was simply dumbfounded, why was the Chiyang donkey so afraid of the aurora? He hurriedly whistled, trying to bring the Chiyang donkey back, but the Chiyang donkey never showed up.

Yang Xianmao could only walk back to the place where they had camped at the foot of the hill by herself. He left the ice field and walked a little further back to land, when the aurora disappeared from the sky and night.

He tried to whistle again and call out to the Red Sun Donkey. Probably because the aurora disappeared, the Chiyang donkey finally emerged from behind a small hill, looking at the sky in horror and snorting.

Yang Xianmao walked towards him while whistling and summoning. Chiyang Donkey reluctantly walked slowly towards Yang Xianmao.

When he walked to Yang Xianmao's side, he checked that the bag of crocodile teeth on the donkey's back was still tied to the chair and had not fallen, so he was relieved. He patted the head of the Chiyang donkey and said, "Old man, what's the matter with you? Why are you so afraid of this colorful light? If you want to do this, how can you go with me to the extreme arctic cold?"

The Chiyang donkey snorted, shook his head, and scraped the snow on the ground with his front hooves, as if he was very aggrieved.