He Xirou re-propped up the sword umbrella, and the snow fell on the umbrella made of gray grass, and then she shook it off.

The white fog at Feng Xiaohan's feet also turned into thick snow, and walking became more strenuous.

They didn't care if they left traces for Mo Qiu and the two of them, because he was very tired now and couldn't care so much.

Moreover, they have walked such a long way, even if they leave many clues, they will disappear with the light rain or passing monsters, not to mention that it is still snowing here, or it will not be long before the footprints will be buried.

If Mo Qiu and Jiang Wen can catch up in this way, then it can only prove that they have a way to locate the two.

Feng Xiaohan's vision became wider and wider, and the snow under his feet became deeper and deeper.

He could even clearly see movement in the gray grass farther away.

Because the grass is getting shorter.

Or maybe his position was getting taller, higher than the top of the grey grass.

The reason is simple, because it snows all year round, the further you go inside, the heavier the snow becomes, so the snow is several feet deeper, and gradually deepens, until it changes to gray grass.

Feng Xiaohan can step on the snow without a trace when he doesn't practice the body method, let alone now?

It's just that at this time he was seriously injured and carrying He Xirou on his back, but the snow still only touched his knees and did not swallow him.

He Xirou was lying on his back, and the position was higher, so he looked farther.

She squinted and looked into the distance, and at the same time stretched out her hand to put her tower on her eyes, but instead of the sun, she was sheltered from the wind and snow.

She looked at it for a long time and thought that behind the curtain of wind and snow in the distance, it should be a mountain.

But Feng Xiaohan told her that it was not a mountain, it was a wind and snow trap that could devour demon beasts. It is made up of a thick layer of snow, which looks like a mountain, but in fact it is all soft snow, and if you step into it rashly for a creature like a wild boar, you will fall into it in an instant and be buried alive.

Unless it is a wolf who acts like this, the beast's claws can evenly distribute its own weight, and then maintain a balanced demon beast, otherwise it is difficult to get out there alive.

But there are always exceptions, for example, elk are not animal feet, their hooves are wide and heavy, and they can walk freely there.

Since so many demon beasts and demon beasts can do it, Feng Xiaohan can naturally do it too!

Because many demon beasts could fight freely in the snow, he naturally had the idea of far surpassing them in this regard, and then did it.

Seeing Feng Xiaohan as if walking on the ground, He Xirou pursed her lips and expressed disbelief.

She rarely does such a playful act, and she looks a little cute.

It's a pity that the only spectator in the neighborhood is concentrating on finding the way, looking back at the footprints behind them from time to time, whether they are straight or not, whether they have deviated from the original route.

After countless comparisons, he was able to keep moving in a straight line.

After walking for so long, he said many comforting words, but at this time he was a little skeptical that it was worth it.

Because for now, it's just that the weather has changed from wind and rain to wind and snow, and the situation has not improved in the slightest, but seems to have gotten worse.

He didn't know what was ahead, what he would encounter if he walked so straight, and whether there was an exit?

The size of this grassland made him a little desperate.

He thought that the two of them were just unconscious in the river, and then washed downstream, as long as they followed the route parallel to the river, and according to his pace and the speed of the river, it would not take so long to return to the place where he fought Jiang Wen.

He was sure that he had not changed direction, and that the route was indeed parallel to the river.

But he was now equally convinced that he was very far from the river.

Why is that?

The river has a clear course and goes straight up, and I go straight in the same direction, why do I get farther and farther away from that river?

When did this change begin, and how?

He didn't understand that this was against logic, and even more so against all the Dao books he had read so far.

He Xirou felt his emotional changes, but she didn't know what he was thinking, although she also keenly felt that something was wrong, but she had no experience in the field, she didn't know what was wrong, and she didn't know how to comfort him.

Since Feng Xiaohan didn't have any intention of saying it, she didn't ask.

After walking for a long time, until the grassland was buried by snow, the two of them were in the snowy area, and they seemed to have left the gray grassland.

But they know they're still here.

It's just that the grassland is buried at the bottom of the foot.

The snow is getting heavier and the cold wind is sharper.

At this time, He Xirou couldn't hold back anymore and asked.

It's just another question.

"We have encountered very strong demon beasts, which shows that there are many demon beasts here to survive and guess correctly, why did we walk for so long and we didn't encounter any of them?"

Yes, it's been a long time since they've encountered a monster.

Feng Xiaohan smiled and did not answer the question.

He knew he said it, and she wouldn't believe it.

In fact, while Feng Xiaohan is moving forward, he is also doing a very magical thing.

If there is a demon beast passing in front, he will walk slowly, and when the other party leaves, he will speed up and walk over.

In other words, Feng Xiaohan knew that there was a demon beast in front of him, but it was far away, he couldn't see the other party, he couldn't feel the breath of the other party, and he couldn't smell any smell, and the other party obviously didn't find himself.

But he just knew that something was there, and he had to wait a little longer to be safe.

By controlling the pace, the purpose of avoiding the passing monsters can be achieved.

That's what kept him in that place for twelve years.

No one knows about this, not even Guo Mingzhe, because this is beyond everyone's understanding, and if he does, he will only think that he is bragging, and he doesn't know how to explain it, so he doesn't explain.

In fact, Feng Xiaohan himself didn't know why he could do this, but he just had such an intuition.

If Guo Mingzhe knew about this, he might think of the tip of the iceberg exposed behind the dark scenes in his sea of knowledge, and it was also the mysterious island that suppressed the ink candle poison in his body.

The so-called wind and snow together.

As the snow grows heavier, how can the cold wind not increase?

The biting cold wind whistled by, and in an instant, it traveled through the four fields.

Feng Xiaohan stopped, and then looked.

His eyes are full of memories......

At the beginning, Guo Mingzhe and he sat around the firelight, and it was also such a scene, they were all the same desolation, and then suddenly a gust of wind blew.

So he got a name.

The wind is cold.

When he mentioned this past, He Xirou raised his eyebrows.

Feng Xiaohan rarely talks about things there, but every time he talks about it, it's a very exaggerated thing.

For example, he once ate it in front of the wolf king.

When he said it, few people would believe it, so he didn't say it.

......

......

If it is said that the most mysterious place in the world is the other end of the Chengtian Continent, which crosses the entire Savage Domain.

Even those old guys don't know what kind of scenery is on that side.

So the last thing these old guys want to know in the world is where a person's grave is, or a mausoleum.

That mausoleum refers to, naturally, this one.

The man in purple stood in front of a huge palace, looking at the words that had been blurred on the stone tablet in front of the palace, his face expressionless.

But in the eyes,

Full of emotion.