As soon as you enter the mountains, it is like entering another sky, the weather is dark, the lead clouds are low, like heavy rain is coming, people feel oppressive for no reason, and the air is surrounded by wisps of black mist, like silk, cold and strange. The further you go, the darker it becomes, the clouds seem to be dyed with ink, clusters, clusters, close together, you can't see half the sun, there is no stars and moonlight, only cold and faint light, deep and dim, like the devil's eyes, cold and ruthless.

The wind began to blow, and it grew louder and louder, and the howling wind was like a resentful spirit crying, hearing it in its ears, and cold in its heart, and this cold did not come from the outside in, but from the inside out.

The wind blew up the dust on the ground, thick and large, and the grains were like iron sand, very hard, and struck the body like bullets, trying to penetrate the human body.

The temperature is still dropping, and at first I only feel a slight cold, and then a chill continues to rise on the soles of my feet, like a creeper, constantly spreading upward, as if I have entered a cold winter in an instant, surrounded by cold ice that has been condensed for thousands of years.

Tang Bai shuddered, he hurriedly turned the mental method of "Nine Changes from Fire", and his skin instantly turned a fiery red, like a flame burning, exuding a scorching aura. But he still felt cold, very cold, icy and piercing, and this cold did not come from the body, but from the soul.

In less than half a pillar of incense, Tang Bai's face had become very pale, and even his lips had turned purple.

Several other people also felt cold, but they could still support it, and they all had some strange magic weapons on their bodies, forming a light shield of different colors, enveloping their bodies and resisting this coldness.

No one paid attention to Tang Bai, maybe in their hearts, Tang Bai was here to die.

The further you go into the mountains, the worse the chill becomes.

Tang Bai felt numb in his hands and feet, his body was stiff, his walking speed was getting slower and slower, and the distance between him and everyone was getting farther and farther, he felt that he was about to die, he was going to freeze to death in this strange mountain range, his eyebrows were painful, as if he was about to crack, and the soul in the heavenly palace was pulled by a strange force, wanting his life soul to take out of the heavenly palace.

Xuan Lao retreated, glanced at Tang Bai, and pushed him.

In a daze, Tang Bai was like a dream, and said intermittently: "Xuan... Black... Old, I... I... Isn't it... Want... He's dead... ”

Elder Xuan sighed, handed Tang Bai a jade talisman pendant, and said loudly: "Refine the jade talisman horcrux with blood and hang it on your body! This wind is the yin wind of the Nine Netherworlds, which hurts people's souls, and the horcruxes can protect your soul." ”

Xu was because Xuan Lao's voice was too loud, Tang Bai sobered up a little, stiffly put his finger in his mouth, and bit hard, the pain made him more sober.

Drop by drop, the bright red blood fell on the jade talisman pendant, absorbed by the runes on the pendant, and a stream of white light radiated out from the jade talisman and poured into Tang Bai's eyebrows.

The center of his eyebrows was illuminated by the white light, the pain was immediately reduced, and a heavenly palace that wrapped him as warm as spring, as if the spring breeze blew away the cold winter, the chill disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the warm feeling spread throughout his body, indescribably comfortable.

He escaped death again, and it was Xuan Lao who saved his life, but he didn't know how many dangers were waiting for him on the road ahead? For Xuan Lao, he didn't know whether to be grateful or resentful?

Maybe the gratitude is shared with Xuan Lao, and the object of resentment is like Helian Hero.

People are like ants, but I am afraid that Helian does not care about the hatred of his ants.

As soon as he thought of Helian Hero, Tang Bai felt that the bloodthirsty desire in his mind was uncontrollable, and the evil thoughts in his heart swelled.

He hurriedly thanked him, but Xuan Lao shook his head and said slowly: "The depths of the mountain range are even colder, and the Nine Netherworld Wind is difficult to resist, and the jade talisman can protect you for three days at most, and then it will depend on your own creation." After speaking, he said: "If you can find the soul nourishing grass, the leaves on it can strengthen the human soul and resist the nine nether winds in the mountain range, so that it can last for a while." As long as you can fulfill Helian Hero's instructions, he should not break his promise to you, otherwise no one will be able to help you. ”

If it weren't for the threat of Helian Hero, the bloody qi in Tang Bai's body would not need his help at all, he would be able to refine it himself; when he thought of the crisis in this place, he almost died twice, Tang Bai only felt that his mind was full of murderous thoughts; his eyes turned blood-red, as if he was about to lose his mind, and said loudly: "Don't mention the name of that old horseman to me, I will kill him one day." ”

Xuan Lao sensed that Tang Bai was a little abnormal, and asked, "Stinky boy, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Bai was shocked when he heard this, he almost fell into the demon again, and was controlled by evil thoughts, so he hurriedly took out a jade bottle from the purple gold ring, poured out a 'Nourishing Divine Pill' from it, closed his eyes, and forcibly suppressed the bloodthirsty and murderous evil thoughts in his mind, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, resentment is meaningless, the important thing is how to save your life, and to find the soul nourishing grass as soon as possible.

He also recognized the soul nourishing grass, and had seen it in the market; half a foot long, the worst was one diameter and two leaves, and then three leaves, four leaves, and the best was one path and nine leaves.

But the Nine-Leaf Soul Nourishing Grass is called a divine grass, no one has ever seen it, and Tang Bai has no luxury of having such unnatural luck.

Seeing that Tang Bai was silent, Xuan Lao knew that he had a grudge in his heart, so he laughed dryly, and no longer paid attention to it, and caught up with the people in front of him alone.

In the blink of an eye, it was another two days, and everyone was like a machine, without any rest, slowly asking questions and constantly going deeper into the mountains.

The light in the mountains is getting darker and darker, the black fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the Nine Netherworld Wind is like a knife, and it seems to be mixed with the roar of evil spirits.

Tang Bai has a jade talisman pendant, but he can keep up with everyone's speed, but his heart is very anxious.

In the past three days, the light of the jade talisman shooting into the center of his eyebrows has become weaker and weaker, and the cold feeling has slowly spread throughout his body, and he feels that the threat of death is getting closer and closer.

I searched all the way, but I didn't see the soul nourishing grass at all, and the black fog around me became more and more dense, and the line of sight was blocked, and at most I could see a distance of Zhang Yuan, except for the pitch-black cliffs and rocks around me, there was endless black soil.

Perhaps, this is really the path to the Netherworld.

I don't know how long I walked, and a canyon appeared in front of everyone's eyes, seven or eight zhang wide, and a trace of green light occasionally flashed on the cliff wall, like a ghost fire, which looked very gloomy. The black fog in the valley is extremely thick, and the visibility is only two or three feet away; the nine nether winds are whistling endlessly, blowing on the body, the clothes are not enough, the hair is not raised, but the cold goes straight to the bone marrow, and the eyebrows are in the heavenly palace, as if they are frozen in ice.

Mo Xiaoxue saw that Tang Bai's face was terrifyingly pale, and his whole person trembled like a pendulum, and couldn't help but whisper: "If you cultivate like this, you dare to come to the Yin Spirit Mountain Range, it is really fatal, I am afraid that if you can't go far, you will be scattered and become a walking corpse." ”

When Tang Bai heard this, he couldn't help but panic in his heart, and he had no good plan for a while; at this time, the Nine Netherworld Wind became more and more fierce, and the jade talisman hanging around his neck had cracks, and then he looked at this black mist canyon, like the mouth of a monster, like waiting for everyone to send it into his mouth; Tang Bai secretly said in his heart: "It's a big deal to lose some Shouyuan and expose his secrets, he won't believe it, with the weirdness of the 'lotus seed' in the Qi Sea, he can't cope with the cold Nine Netherworld Wind in the mountain range." ”

I don't know how long the canyon is, and everyone doesn't speak, which can't help but be depressed and frightening; after walking for more than half an hour, several people have not yet walked out of the canyon, and the black clouds around them seem to have become substance, and there is no light in sight.

Matsuki pulled out a fist-sized light stone. The white light was like a firefly in the dark. However, in just a few moments, the light of the light stone became weaker and weaker, and then turned into a pitch-black ordinary stone.

Xuan Lao opened his mouth and said: "Don't waste the light stone, yin and yang are opposed, and they can be assimilated in an instant." After speaking, he pondered for a while, and then said: "The view here is blocked, so as not to let anyone get lost, or use the most primitive method, using a rope." Then he had a long, thick black rope in his hand.

It's really a good idea, that's how blind people walk. In this place, there is no difference between the crowd and the blind.

Everyone nodded, agreeing with Xuan Lao's method, and each grabbed the black rope in his hand to form a straight line. After walking like this for more than half an hour, Tang Bai felt that he had walked out of the canyon, but it seemed that he had walked into another space. But the danger he faced was even worse, the nine nether winds roared around him, the black mist rolled wildly, and the jade talisman he hung around his neck suddenly shattered with a 'click'.

Tang Bai was shocked, and before he could react, a palpitating coldness enveloped his whole body, and then his eyebrows were about to move, and his soul was constantly pulled by an invisible force, making his body and soul separate. He felt that death was getting closer and closer to him, and he seemed to be back in another world, and some chaotic memories kept flashing through his mind...

Mo Xiaoxue walked behind Tang Bai, in the dark, the person in front was the leader in the back. Just when Tang Bai's soul was unstable and his life was the weakest, Mo Xiaoxue bumped into Tang Bai's body, and then she smelled a very faint but heart-warming aroma; this fragrance secreted into her heart, and for no reason Tang Bai felt that Tang Bai became much more kind, as if there was an inexplicable attraction in the dark, attracting her eyes; in the dark, she looked at Tang Bai quietly, and saw him standing in place, motionless, as if his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were spreading, it was the time when life and death were on the line. She couldn't help but sigh softly, and she didn't know where she got the soul nourishing grass, plucked a leaf from it, and threw it into Tang Bai's mouth.

The leaves of the soul nourishing grass were like a furnace, and a warm energy melted into Tang Bai's soul, he was clever, sobered up, moved his body, and recalled the moment just now, and was terrified. It was not Xuan Lao who saved him this time, but Mo Xiaoxue, who had a one-sided relationship, Tang Bai was grateful, and then hurriedly thanked him.

Mo Xiaoxue said: "I can save you once, but I can't save you twice, you can do it yourself." ”

Tang Bai also nodded yes, these nine nether winds are really terrifying, they only hurt people's souls, and they are tantamount to killing people invisibly.

He didn't dare to take such a risk again.