Yang Lei finished meditating, stood up, looked at the mountains in front of him, and said:

"I don't know if the test of illusion is over, we can't stay in this place any longer.

It's been almost ten days since I came in. ”

In the small world of Chilong Mountain, there is no night, and the concept of time can easily disappear.

Yang Lei also made a rough record every day, only to know that almost ten days had passed since he entered this small world.

They can stay in this small world for a month at most, and they must hurry to their goal.

"Whether the test is over or not, I'm afraid we can only know when we climb over these mountains."

Meng Xian looked at the towering peaks in front of him and said:

"These peaks are real and can't disappear."

The only way to do that is to climb over the past.

Yang Lei nodded and said:

"It seems that this is the only way."

Several people made another adjustment, and immediately set off, advancing deeper into the Red Dragon Mountain.

The five of them climbed the first mountain with ease, but when they climbed the second mountain, they ran into trouble.

The second mountain has a high altitude and perennial snow, and the illusion is harsh.

This kind of extreme illusion is nothing to Yang Lei, Wei Hong, David, and Meng Xian.

But for Dongfang Hao, who is not a martial cultivator or a soul cultivator, the test is too great.

"No, my little bird feels like it's going to freeze." Dongfang Hao's little face was pale, his breath was about to freeze, his hands were covering his balls, and he shivered from the cold.

The corners of Yang Lei's mouth twitched, these two goods are really funny.

"This hasn't reached the top of the mountain yet, and if it does, it won't just freeze you down."

Yang Lei grinned.

"Yang Lei, you can't say something nice." Dongfang Hao's lips and hair are all white frost, and with his unlucky appearance, it is really pitiful and ridiculous.

Yang Lei smiled:

"This is the consequence of your usual focus on studying medicine, but not paying attention to martial arts cultivation."

"Okay, don't talk about it, you think I don't want to learn martial arts, then I have to have that time and energy."

Dongfang Hao's lips trembled.

"This is not a way, Dongfang Hao can't reach the top of the mountain, he will be frozen to death."

Meng Xian said with a calm expression.

"It's so pathetic." Yang Lei said with a smile.

Dongfang Hao didn't even have the strength to stare at Yang Lei, and sat on the ground with a fart~ strand, feeling sluggish, and said:

"Let's go, I can't walk, what the hell is this weather.

Didn't you say that you were out of the illusion, why is this still so tormenting? ”

"Let me do it." Yang Lei said.

Immediately, Yang Lei flipped it over, and there was an extra needle bag in his hand.

"Damn, surnamed Yang, what do you want to do, it's time for you to abuse me."

Dongfang Hao's face turned even whiter with fright, and he said in horror.

Yang Lei laughed and said:

"If you have the ability, stand up and run."

Dongfang Hao wanted to stand up, but as soon as he sat down, he had no strength to stand up, let alone run.

Under Dongfang Hao's frightened gaze, Yang Lei pierced Taiyi Needles in Dongfang Hao's chest.

"Burning a wildfire?" Dongfang Hao was surprised when he saw Yang Lei's needle technique.

"Even if you have a little knowledge, you know that this ancient formation burns mountain fires."

Yang Lei said.

After a while, Dongfang Hao felt a burst of warmth in his body, and his body temperature was rising.

After another moment, the cold feeling was completely gone.

Dongfang Hao's face also returned to ruddy, and the hoarfrost on his hair and lips disappeared.

(End of chapter)