Because of the mana of the Tribulation Period, Jing Han only closed his eyes and stood for a while this time before recovering.

The cool breeze of early winter stirred his wide sleeves, making a "flickering" sound of clothing rubbing.

Other than that, there was silence in the mountains and forests below.

There is no sight, no sound, and the air in mid-air is a cold smell that is indistinguishable.

The map that had been entrenched in the lower right corner of the field of vision had not appeared since the successful crossing.

Jing Han almost suspected that he was the first Tribulation Period monk to be trapped in mid-air and not dare to move.

Reluctantly, he summoned a talisman circle and slowly landed towards the ground.

Because he couldn't look down into the shape on the ground, he was very cautious in his movements, and his ears were always paying attention to the movements around him.

However, fortunately, in order to maintain the beauty of "the first village in Middle Earth", Jinyu Villa has always only planted trees, and raised some ornamental beasts by the way. Jing Han landed on the crown of a huge ginkgo tree very smoothly.

Falling from the tree on tiptoe, he opened his eyes and sat helplessly on the ground.

Seeing that this empty road is impassable, do you want to take the land route?

Jing Han silently went through the journey from here to the Arctic Ice Sheet in his mind, and found that there were more than one or twenty mountains to climb, and there was no place to think of for three years or two.

Is there no other way to do it?

He thought hard, and Lin Yan's shadow suddenly appeared in his mind.

If only Lin Yan were talking......

Jing Han immediately denied this idea, after all, cultivating immortals is his own business, but it is such a small difficulty, how can he put his hope on others?

But apart from Lin Yan, he really couldn't think of anyone or anything that could accurately bring him to the extreme north.

Unable to figure it out, Jing Han shook out all the things in his sleeve pockets and screened them the same.

A monk who left home in a hurry only had a bag of Lingbei in his pocket, a forehead wipe, a box of hypnotic grass roots, half a bottle of purple jade muscle cream, and two blank rune papers.

There's not even a storage ring, it's a poor jingle.

It's a shame that he was still thinking about auctioning off some inferior Dao weapon.

For the first time, Jing Han had the feeling of "why did it come back for Xiuwei instead of the two storage rings he was wearing".

Anyway, there is a treasure car that can carry people in that ring.

Jing Han took back a few belongings that could be brought over with one hand, and decided to walk back to Jinyu Villa first and then find a way.

Having made up his mind, he walked with his feet in the wind, leaving only the hem of the crane dragging on the fallen leaves and weeds, making a clattering sound.

A low-level spirit beast lying on the ground of the tree hole and dozing off saw a blue-white shadow passing by, lifting two dead leaves and disappearing, and couldn't help but suspect that it had seen a ghost, and screamed.

Soon other animals preparing to hibernate were woken up, and the cries were loud and quiet.

Several times in a row, he almost bumped into an animal swaying in the dark, and Keihan had to slow down.

The animals in the woods could finally see that it was a man and not a ghost floating on the road.

Seeing Jing Han's hurried steps, he didn't mean to touch their horns and fur at all, and he was quite dissatisfied, and swayed in front of him harder, and some simply ran with Jing Han, as if they were willing to give up.

Among them, there was a black and white beast that was neither a wolf nor a dog running particularly vigorously, and from time to time he would run over from the top of Jing Han's head and brush up on the memory of the zài, as if he was laughing at him for not being the opponent of the dog master at all.

Jing Han looked at the dog's face with his tongue stuck out expressionlessly, suspecting that it was an unhappy version of the ink painting.

Getting people's attention, the ink version was unhappy and even more crazy, it happily circled around Jing Han's side, moving forward with Jing Han's footsteps as it turned, and its footprints converged into a perfect cloud line.

Suddenly, Jing Han stopped, and the ink version was unhappy that it didn't brake and hit him heavily on the back.

Who knew that this person's body looked quite weak, but his back was so hard that he pretended to be a little dizzy for the whole dog.

Jing Han pulled out the rune paper and began to draw the teleportation charm from memory.

He can't resist the sword, he doesn't have a treasure car, he can still ride a spirit beast!

The Arctic Ice Sheet is not a convenient place to come and go, and it is not the same from the Fire City.

As the largest city on land, there is the only non-directional teleportation circle in Middle-earth outside of the Fire City - all monks with the city pass can use the portable teleportation array sold by the major shops in the city to teleport to the designated location anytime and anywhere.

Although Jing Han has never used this formation, he has participated in the construction of the Great Protective Array of the Fire City, and there are many similarities between the two, and with his experience, he can make a teleportation talisman from the Fire City with a little scrutiny.

The ink version sat on the ground unhappily, sticking out his tongue while watching the hard bone write and scratch on a piece of rune paper with the tip of the sword, and after a while, he saw that the aqua blue light on it was constantly flowing, as if a group of fireflies were floating, and he felt novel, and couldn't help but stretch out his paws and slap it.

Then, his eyes went dark, and he felt like the whole dog was being stuffed into a huge hole in a tree, unable to move, and very uncomfortable.

After a while, the hard bones that had been locked in the tree hole were also squeezed into the tree hole, and the thin arms and legs were so squeezed on its belly that it even vomited out the spirit pig legs that it had stolen for dinner.

Jing Han didn't expect that the dog that had been sitting honestly would suddenly claw cheaply, and what he didn't expect was that the paw was so accurate that it just activated the magic circle.

The timing waited for no one, so he could only follow in.

In the previous life, Jing Han practiced in the deep mountains with his master since he was a child, and when the master feathered and ascended to the immortal, he was already at the peak of the Yuan infant stage when he entered the world to seek opportunities at the master's order, and he casually visited a few immortal mansions to reach the Mahayana period that ordinary people could not reach, one step and a thousand miles, no matter where the mainland was, "walking" to the fire city was a few dodge things, and he never thought of using a teleportation array.

Later, when he ran to seek the avenue outside of Middle-earth, he accidentally met three or two Taoist friends, and when he mentioned using the teleportation charm to teleport to Lihuo City, several of them scolded in unison.

Anyway, it was a matter of walking for half an extra quarter of an hour, and Jing Han had never felt the unique non-private teleportation array on this continent.

This time, it was ...... It's a different taste.

Just when Jing Han was about to be suffocated to death by the hair on the dog's belly, he only heard a "pop" smashing sound, and his whole body suddenly loosened, and a person and a dog fell on the periphery of the fire city.

Jing Han stood up, straightened out the crumpled crane, and walked quickly to the city gate not far away, but was suddenly pulled by his sleeve.

"Whew!" Behind him, the big dog, still dazed, was looking at him with tears in his eyes.

Jinghan: "......"

These days, people and dogs like to use the same expression!

He indifferently pulled his sleeve out of the dog's mouth, summoned a wisp of wind composed of water spirits under his feet, and quickly distanced himself from the big dog.

"Whew!!" The unfamiliar ink version was unhappy, and the whole dog panicked, and ran with all his might to follow the only familiar human.

Unfortunately, Jing Han's pace was too fast, and he threw it away after a while.

Because of Lin Yan's relationship, Jing Han was a celebrity in the Nine Flames Sect, and there happened to be someone among the disciples guarding the city gate who knew him, so he let him in very easily.

Finding Zhong Teng's mansion with ease, he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he made a small spell summon unhappy.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The expected uproar did not appear.

Could it be that Zhong Teng went out with an upset?

Jing Han frowned, wanting to try his luck in the Jinding Pavilion, and sometimes when he was unhappy, he would go there to play with the little white dog in the pavilion.

Before he could take a few steps, a monk dressed in the uniform of a low-level disciple of the Nine Flame Sect called out to him.

Li ...... Lee Daoyou?! You...... You...... You're not ......" The monk looked at him with straight eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

Jing Han nodded slightly, feeling that he was a little familiar—it seemed that the last time he came to Lihuo City, it was the words he passed on to Zhong Teng.

Jing Han asked: "Do you know where you are unhappy?" ”

"Huh?" The monk uttered a syllable of unknown meaning in a daze, and only after a moment did he say, "In the middle of the ...... Senior Brother Zhong is staying in the room...... Right? ”

Presumably Zhong Teng fed his dog wine again.

Jing Han thought helplessly, and said to the monk, "I'm tired of Daoist friends taking me to see Senior Brother Zhong." "His identity is different from the past, and he is afraid that entering and leaving Zhong Teng's room at will will arouse suspicion.

The monk nodded and said, "Okay, hey, Daoist friend has a heart, I didn't say it, since ......" He looked around and stopped talking.

Jing Han didn't think much about it, and followed him into Zhong Teng's house.

As soon as he entered the gate, Jing Han heard the laughter of "hahaha", which was Zhong Teng's voice.

"You stupid dog! Lost again! Zhong Teng shouted loudly.

The unhappy voice sounded, and one person and one dog chatted back and forth.

The Guiding Monk laughed a little embarrassed twice, "This...... Senior Brother Zhong doesn't seem to be resting, fellow Daoist, look at ......"

Jing Han waved his hand, signaling that he could go in alone.

The Guiding Monk breathed a sigh of relief.

Jing Han strode into the room where Zhong Teng was.

This is the main hall used to receive guests in the house, and Zhong Teng and Unhappy are sitting on the offering table dedicated to the founder of the Nine Flames Sect, and they are happily playing with rock-paper-scissors.

"Hahaha! You've lost again! Zhong Teng compared a scissor hand, and made a very childish gesture to cut off the unhappy claws.

Unhappy shrugged bitterly, as if signaling for another game.

After repeating this several times, Jing Han finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He knew that Zhong Teng had been lacking roots and tendons, but he didn't seem to be naïve to this point......

The guide monk who had been standing in the distance saw that Zhong Teng was rare and did not go crazy, but played a game with the dog master seriously, walked cautiously to Jing Han's side, and sighed: "Senior Brother Zhong has not been very sober since he was cut off by Jing Han Immortal Jun in the East China Sea. ”

Jing Han thought he had misheard and asked, "Which Immortal Monarch?" ”

"Jinghan Immortal Monarch, Daoist friends may not know that this Immortal Monarch is Senior Brother Zhong's best friend, but who would have thought that knowing people and knowing faces and not knowing their hearts, they would beat Senior Brother Zhong to a serious injury in order to snatch that Dao weapon, Senior Brother is now like this, and it was not easy for the elders of the sect to save him."