Coming out of the Great Snow Mountain, Yang Xiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked back with palpitations.

Mention Xiaoba at every turn, can I tell you that I lost it, and now it is estimated that it is suffering from You'er?

This sentence will not be said if he is killed, after all, this matter is immoral for him, and if he says it, he will definitely be beaten and will not be able to fight back.

"Yang Xiao, what's wrong with you?" the eight-winged snow cicada looked at him suspiciously, being able to be sent out by the Snow King to lead the way was naturally extraordinary.

It once ate a spirit flower by mistake, so it can understand human nature and speak human words.

Yang Xiao said: "It's okay, the weather is too hot, I'm sweating, you can take me to the ancestral land quickly." ”

Hearing this, the eight-winged snow cicada looked up at the sky, and his expression became even more puzzled, the sun of the Xuanxue Domain, it is said that it is a pendant, and some people believe it, except for the glow, no warmth can be given to the creatures of the Xuanxue Domain.

In this environment, you will feel hot, and then there will be ghosts.

The eight-winged snow cicada thought for a moment, thinking that Yang Xiao's body was too weak, so he didn't ask anymore.

Shaking four pairs of snow-white wings, he shuttled among the snowflakes and flew towards the middle of the Xuanxue Domain.

The cultivation of the eight-winged snow cicada is only in the realm of living beings, and following behind it, Yang Xiao doesn't need to exert any effort at all, just step on the ground and shrink into inches, and sway slowly.

After three days, a man and a cicada came to a snowy place.

Yang Xiao grimaced, pointed ahead and said, "Don't tell me, this is your ancestral land, this seems to be a place where mortals can live?"

Xue Chan nodded slightly, and said, "It shouldn't be!" This is what the king said, by the way, the king seems to have explained, so he can take out the token. ”

Looking at the stunned appearance of the eight-winged snow cicada, Yang Xiao looked up to the sky and sighed, how could there be such a stupid demon beast in the world, no, it should be called the demon clan now.

After all, Zhou Haotian had already given them a proper name, and they also accepted this title.

The eight-winged cicada spits out a token carved with a colorful cicada.

The token shone brightly in the air, shooting out a colorful glow, and the snow environment in front of it changed drastically.

It's a grassy world where butterflies flutter and small animals run.

There is an abundant aura here, but strangely, there is not a single demon clan.

Yang Xiao took the token in his hand, studied the colorful snow cicadas on it, and compared them with the eight-winged snow cicadas, the two were clearly not the same species.

Colorful snow cicadas only have one pair of wings, and they are not the same color.

"Yang Xiao. The eight-winged snow cicada whispered, "This is my clan's treasure, please return it to me, and when I go back, I will return it to the king." ”

Yang Xiao pointed to the colorful snow cicada and said, "You are blind to me, are you a species? Tell me the truth, what kind of place is this?"

He seriously suspected that this was not the ancestral land of the snow cicada at all, how could there be a reason to carve others on his own key.

The eight-winged snow cicada explained: "This is the ancestor of our cicada family, the ancestor of the cicada, all the cicadas in the world are its descendants, and the place where it is located is naturally the ancestral land of the snow cicada." ”

Yang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he said: "You mean that there is a cicada ancestor here, so is it buried here, and is there a Taoist soldier to accompany the burial." ”

The eight-winged cicada fell from the sky, and it swore that it was the most shameless person it had ever seen since it was born.

It kindly brought the other party to the ancestral land, but the other party actually wanted to dig its ancestral grave, and said it in front of it.

"Nope. The eight-winged snow cicada said with hatred, digging the ancestral grave is not the same hatred, although the other party has not acted yet, but there is this idea is drunk.

Yang Xiao looked at this world regretfully, the ancestor of the cicada, the common ancestor of all the cicadas in the world, was a bullish demon clan when he heard it.

If such a character leaves a grave, he must be buried with at least one Taoist soldier.

"Forget it. Yang Xiao let out a long sigh, "Walk into this world." ”

It may seem like a small place, but once you walk in, you feel like you've entered a small world.

Mountains and rivers are elongating, and the land is widening.

Yang Xiao felt the breath of this land, the air was very solid, and there was an obscure rhyme all around.

He could feel that even if he struck with all his might, he might not be able to jump a mountain.

In the magical world, you must know that outside, he can jump through several hills with a casual blow.

"God open your eyes!"

Yang Xiao looked up to the sky and bowed to someone, of course, he used God to open his eyes.

A gust of wind blew past him, and a huge amount of mana poured into the sky, but the Celestial Eye, which should have appeared, did not appear.

"God open your eyes!"

Yang Xiao shouted twice in disbelief, but the result was still the same, the Heavenly Eye Opening Technique failed, or rather, the Heavenly Master's Technique failed.

"What's going on?" Yang Xiao asked, turning his head.

Except for Tian Yuan, he had never seen a place where he could imprison his Heavenly Master's technique. “

"What?" the eight-winged snow cicada was confused, "The king told us that we don't ask God for something, because the other party is very busy and may not have time to reply to you." ”

Yang Xiao gave up and asked this stupid cicada, it was better to ask himself.

The soul formed a large net and spread across the land, and he flew forward, looking for the village that existed here.

A moment later, Yang Xiao stopped in mid-air and came to a hill.

Not far away, there was a woodcutter carrying two bundles of firewood walking in the mountains, the woodcutter was sweating hot on his forehead, and he looked like a mortal.

He walked up to the woodcutter and said, "This uncle, do you know where Meng Village is?"

"Who are you?" asked the woodcutter rhetorically, "I have been collecting firewood in this mountain for decades, why have I never seen you, and why your clothes are so good-looking, and what kind of clothing are they made of, silk, it seems that it is not ......"

After the woodcutter spoke, he kept talking, curious about Yang Xiao's lack of anything, and it seemed that he had never seen anything outside.

As if he had never seen it, Yang Xiao suspected that he was the only outsider the woodcutter had ever seen in his life.

He said: "I am from the distant Great Zhou, and I came here to find a place called Meng Village, I don't know uncle, do you know this place." ”

The woodcutter also realized that his problem was too much, and sneered: "I know, I am from Meng Village, and I just happened to have enough firewood today, you come with me, and I will take you back." ”

Yang Xiao said: "Thank you, uncle." ”

The woodcutter hummed a mountain song and led the way, walking with steady steps, as if this mountain road had been many years old.

The eight-winged snow cicada landed on Yang Xiao's shoulder, absorbing the nearby aura to cultivate, although there is no demon clan in this world, the aura contained in heaven and earth is no worse than that of Yin Yang Dragon Mountain.

This is a blessed place for cultivation.

Yang Xiao secretly transmitted his voice and said, "How do you look, you look like you've never been here." ”

Just outside, he felt strange, since it was the ancestral land of the snow cicada, how could the eight-winged snow cicada not recognize the place.

The eight-winged snow cicada knew that it would scare people to death if they spoke in front of a mortal who had never seen the demon clan, so they rumored it and replied: "The ancestral land is a sacred land, except for the king who can come back after the succession and fall, a snow cicada like me cannot enter the ancestral land." ”

Yang Xiao smiled: "Then why did you come in with me now, it's not a violation of your rules." ”

The eight-winged snow cicada shook his head and said, "It's different now, the ...... of the cicada ancestor."

As he spoke, the eight-winged snow cicada suddenly flew up from his shoulder, and exclaimed loudly: "Is this just the cliché that you human race said, you actually used such despicable means against me, hmph, from now on, I will never talk to you again." ”

The eight-winged snow cicada flew to the top of Yang Xiao's head angrily, fiddling with his hair, spitting snowballs on it, and venting the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Yang Xiao's face turned dark, what? Obviously, you accidentally said it yourself, and you blamed me for everything.

He could swear that he definitely didn't mean to set the eight-winged snow cicada just now.

However, what the eight-winged cicada said piqued his interest.

The ...... of the Cicada Ancestor

The eight-winged snow cicada said half of it, but it can be heard from just three words that this matter is related to the cicada ancestor.

What could it be?

There are too many things that can be picked up in the back, and for a while, Yang Xiao really can't think of it.

However, since he has entered the ancestral land of the Cicada Clan, he is afraid that he will not be able to find the secret inside, so he will underestimate him Yang Xiao.

While thinking about it, Yang Xiao saw a village, saying that it was a village, it was not right, there were more than 200 families in the entire village, and they were almost ready to catch up with a town.

The woodcutter turned around and smiled: "This is Meng Village, I have to go back to cook for my wife and children quickly, so I will leave first." ”

Yang Xiao nodded slightly and said, "Thank you." ”

The woodcutter walked into the crowd carrying two bundles of firewood, and after a while, disappeared in front of his eyes.

At the entrance of the village, there was a tea stall, and Yang Xiao casually found a vacant seat and sat down.

The owner of the stall was a very old woman, who seemed to have problems with her eyesight and never looked at the road when she walked.

Maybe it's too familiar with the surrounding environment, even if you don't look at the road, you can easily find everything like a normal person.

The guests who came and went, knowing her difficulties, took the initiative to give her the way, and even if they drank water, they would call out one after another.

"Big brother, how many bowls of soup?" a little girl walked over.

She was dressed in old clothes with several holes in her body and a pair of straw sandals on her feet.

Despite this, she has a pair of clear eyes.

Yang Xiao touched the little girl's head and said with a smile: "Isn't the tea stall supposed to sell tea, why would you ask me if I want to buy soup?"

The little girl didn't resist, but showed a smiling face and said, "But Granny Meng's soup is delicious, and it can make Yingying forget her troubles." ”

Yang Xiao said: "You have troubles at such a young age?"

Yingying snapped her fingers and said, "Yes, I have to go to the master's place to study every morning, but Yingying doesn't like to study, but if she doesn't read, the master won't give me food." ”