At this time, Wan Lin and Xiao Ya also suddenly found that the head of Xie and those disciples around them were facing the top of the mountain in front of them with their hands folded, and their bodies were exuding bursts of cold air, and their expressions became very pious, as if they were worshipping their totems.

The two looked at each other as if they were looking, and then moved their gaze to the foot of the mountain in front of them, and their eyes swept to the lake that shimmered with the light of the lake. A thought suddenly flashed in the hearts of the two of them: there must be a strange natural landscape hidden in this big mountain that is unknown to ordinary people, and there must be some kind of extremely cold thing, otherwise these people would not worship so religiously.

Moreover, the cold aura exuded from these Lingxiu Sect people is very peculiar, and it must be with the help of this mysterious cold thing that they have cultivated such a cold internal skill. Otherwise, with the cold skills that he has cultivated, it will never be possible to reach such a cold level. From this point of view, this mysterious substance must be their Lingxiu faction, the magic weapon of cultivating the internal power of yin and cold, and the holy relics of the Zhen sect to worship.

At this time, the old master's demeanor was very solemn, he worshiped for a while, straightened up and looked at the two Wan Lin and the disciples behind him, stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man of Wan Jia, and strode down the hillside.

Wan Lin and Xiao Ya walked quickly behind the two old men, and followed closely behind them step by step, and their expressions became serious.

The mountain road became more and more rugged, and Wan Lin was surprised to find that this mountain, which rises gently like steamed buns from a distance, is actually very steep in front of him, and the mountain is two or three thousand meters high. Near the hillside below are tall bamboo forests and thorny weeds, and halfway up the hill are densely covered with tall, hardy larch trees.

The entire slope of the hill is covered with very dense, tall vegetation. From a distance, this tall mountain appears to be extremely soothing, but in fact it is steep and difficult to climb. From time to time, the roars of fierce beasts could be heard from the mountains and forests in the distance.

The summit is covered with white snow and ice, and white streams cascade down the steep rocks from the summit, disappearing in the dense vegetation before joining the pale green lake at the foot of the mountain.

The whole mountain seems extremely silent, except for the hunters who occasionally walk through the mountains in the distance, and some small animals such as pheasants and hares that come out of the mountain forest from time to time, it is rare to see people entering and leaving this mountain forest.

Wan Lin and Xiao Ya observed the surroundings as they walked, and saw that the route that the old master took with a few people was very complicated, as if they were deliberately climbing up quickly along the craggy white stones in the dense vegetation.

And the occasional white stones, like the sword-like stone pillar on the top of the mountain, are crystal clear and very lovely, but they seem to carry a chill.

At this time, the old boss who walked in the front suddenly raised his speed, stepping on these rugged crystalline stones, jumping up and down like an antelope, the speed was extremely fast, and it was impossible to see from his back that this was an old man who was nearly 100 years old.

Wan Lin and the three of them followed closely behind the old master, climbing up the steep hill for several hours in a row, and the speed of several people was getting faster and faster at this time, and they had already started the light exercises.

Wan Lin held Xiao Ya's left hand in his right hand, and his body jumped high from time to time, accurately following behind his grandfather, and his feet accurately stepped on the transparent rocks with sharp edges and corners.

The group climbed higher and higher along the steep slope and gradually approached the summit. As the altitude increased, Wan Lin and several people felt that a cold chill was coming from the rocks they were stepping on, and there was no grass around each transparent stone, and the rocks were extremely abrupt and peculiar in the dense vegetation around them, and the transparency of the rocks was getting higher and higher.

At this time, Xiaoya's face was already slightly red, and a layer of tiny beads of sweat had appeared on her delicate face. Climbing up a steep hill for a long time was already straining her.

If Wan Lin hadn't held her hand tightly along the way, and there was a steady stream of majestic internal force from her hand, she would have fallen far behind several people, and the cold air under her feet also made her feel very uncomfortable. The disciples of the Lingxiu Sect behind them had already been left far behind by a few of them.

At this time, the sun had silently disappeared behind the mountain, and a large cloud of brightly colored fire hung on the high mountaintop, enveloping the mountaintop sword and the majestic goshawk in a pink color.

Finally, when approaching the top of the mountain, Wan Lin and the others followed the old master through a dense and dim larch forest and approached the top of the mountain.

Wan Lin and the others suddenly felt a light in front of them, the dense vegetation suddenly became very sparse near the top of the mountain, and pieces of crystal clear rocks were all over the steep slopes, and a clear stream was slowly passing through the rock pile, and patches of white frost had condensed on both sides of the stream, and a biting cold air was blowing in the face.

Wan Lin and the others all stopped when they saw the sudden change in the scenery in front of them, Xiao Ya shivered unconsciously, and the biting cold air instantly spread all over her body, and her face became white. The tiny beads of sweat on his forehead instantly condensed into small Xiaoice grains. Wan Lin felt the tremor in Xiao Ya's hand, and hurriedly used his power to transmit it to Xiao Ya's hand.

Xiao Ya herself also hurriedly breathed the true qi running in the meridians in her body for a few weeks, forcing the cold qi that invaded her body out of her body, and then she felt more comfortable. She whispered to Wan Lin, "It's so cold! ”

Just now she walked out of the dense, warm and humid woods, and she didn't pay attention to the fact that the outside was actually covered with cold air, and she was suddenly invaded by the cold qi in her body, and now she hurriedly used the true qi from Wanlin to breathe, and she instantly felt much more comfortable.

Wan Lin turned his head to look at Xiao Ya with concern, and saw that her expression had returned to normal, so he nodded and held her hand tightly, and looked up at the hillside in front of him.

From their location to the top of the mountain, a huge rock of hundreds of square meters is displayed in front of them like a knife, and the translucent rock reflects a faint pink brilliance in the red light of the burning clouds on the top of the mountain, and the reflected luster is constantly changing color with the fluttering clouds on the top of the mountain, giving people a feeling of brilliance, dreamy and beautiful.

A chilly cold air is emerging from the rock wall and the white stones scattered around it, and the surrounding climate seems to have suddenly entered the cold winter of Sanjiu, making people feel a biting chill!

Xiao Ya flashed her two big eyes in shock, and the rock in front of her was two or three hundred square meters, and the straight cliff went up to the top of the mountain. At the bottom of the cliff is a stone platform of nearly 1,000 square meters, which is still surrounded by dense larch forests, tightly surrounding this fantastic beauty.