The northwest of the entire Xianjian Continent, due to its remote location and high dimension, has led to cold snow all year round, forming a very famous glacier group.

There are few people here, and only some masters who insist on cultivating will choose to come here to practice penance when they need to break through to a higher realm.

It's the height of summer, and the sun is supposed to be shining, but here you can only see a piece of cold covered in snow.

From the huge silver-white ice, two faint figures walked one after the other.

The tall and stout man who walked in front looked like a mountain at a glance, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and his own face was also extremely rough, with a long beard and a pair of bulging eyes, like two big brass bells.

He was wearing a black robe, in which a pair of black iron armor appeared from time to time, and a pair of iron boots stepped on the ice, step by step, which showed the weight of the armor on his body.

The other was a woman with a graceful figure, dressed in red, with a beautiful appearance, and her already fair face looked even whiter in such a cold and freezing weather.

The woman in red wrapped the red coat tightly outside, Rao had a strong True Qi body, but she was still shivering from the cold.

In order to make herself look better, she also put on some lipstick to hide her purple lips that were frozen on the glacier.

The man only cared about hurrying away, and he had no pity for the beautiful woman behind him.

This made her a little angry.

After walking for a while, Lai Shiyu stopped, and then shouted at the back of the stout cow in front of him.

"Hey, big ironhead, why do we have to come to this place?"

Hearing her voice, the man finally had some reaction, and he turned his head to look at her.

"My surname is Mu, don't call me Big Iron Head." The stout man let out a grunt of dissatisfaction, which sounded to the ears like an old cow panting.

"You haven't said why you came to such a place." Lai Shiyu knocked the ice surface with his heel, causing the ice slag on the sole of his shoe to fall slightly, but it was in vain, but he almost didn't step one foot into the crack in the ice.

She leaned slightly, and immediately kicked hard, and her body flew forward lightly, chasing behind the big iron head in an instant.

The big iron-headed wood copper sensed her approach, but he didn't look back, just let out an impatient muffled snort from his mouth.

"Don't you know, since the last time his whereabouts in the Heavenly Sword Kingdom were exposed, in order to carry out the next major events safely, the Venerable Lord specially rebuilt such an underground palace, in order to discuss future plans when necessary."

Mouton's lord is the night of the dark ranger.

"I know." The corners of her mouth twitched, "I just don't understand what the lord likes, I chose such a ghost place, and if it was me, how good it would be to choose the Dream Sword Country, the seaside country, warm and beautiful." ”

Lai Shiyu hugged her hands and followed him closely, this big iron head was short-tempered, usually this mountain-like figure was always in the eyes of people, but now it was just enough to help her block the wind, not to mention hiding behind him, Lai Shiyu was like a kitten, and the whole person shrank into his shadow.

"You're supposed to be a playhouse?!" Mouton was a little annoyed.

In fact, it stands to reason that as a big man, he should be better to women, but the identity of the other party always makes him mind a little.

Most of the Dark Ranger organizations recruit some suffering people, Mouton was single-handedly excavated and promoted from the slums of the Heavenly Sword Country, he has tasted the taste of being bullied, and was once sold to the black market to work for people, and was almost beaten to death by his enslavers, until he realized that his fate had to be fought for by himself, so he rose up to kill his master, and escaped.

Ever since joining the Dark Ranger, he has vowed to leave the damned landlords and nobles without a place to die.

Similarly, Lai Shiyu had a similar painful experience.

It's just that she was sold to the kiln to work as a ** for ten years, which made Mouton mind a little.

He always felt that Lai Shiyu had a smell of wind and dust on her body, which could no longer be washed away, and he didn't like the way she spoke, she was too clingy and squeamish, and there was always a feeling that people didn't get bored.

Later, Mouton found out that perhaps because this woman had been polluted in her bones, the dirty water was a little different from theirs.

Lai Shiyu noticed the changes in Mouton's body, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

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The two of them walked for a while, following the signs agreed upon by the Venerable Lord before, and gradually groped their way into an ice cave.

It is a long, narrow downward path of ice, with many sharp ice crystals hanging in the middle of the road, leading to the depths of the earth.

After walking for about ten minutes, there was no light in the cave, so the two of them had to light the crystal lamp in their hands, and through the lighting, they could see the traces of artificial excavation later, forming layers of stairs and gradually spiraling downward.

A temple hidden in the midst of a dark glacier.

Lai Shiyu sighed.

After a while, about twenty meters down from the ground, the passage suddenly became wider, and the slope gradually became gentle, until finally a wide straight path of ice crystals was formed, and at the end of it, a silver ice gate was faintly visible.

There were two black-robed guards at the entrance of the ice gate, and after seeing Mouton and Lai Shiyu, they confirmed the identities of the two people, and then opened the heavy ice door.

After that, there was a spacious circular space about 100 square meters, and the surrounding crystal lamps emitted a silvery white light, illuminating the room suddenly, and a dozen chairs were placed in it, around a huge round table of ice crystals, and people were seated in turn.

In the direction of the gate, there was a man in pitch black and a black mask.

He looked up when he heard the sound of the two walking into the room.

This is the Dark Ranger's Lord Night Carefree.

"Coming?"

He raised his hand and motioned for the two to sit down.

They nodded, then sat down in the last empty seat.

In a crowd of people dressed in black, the woman in red looked a little out of place.

But she didn't care about the other people's eyes, and in a way, it was better to let her die than to follow the rules and wear the black robes that were as ugly as a night bat.

Fortunately, the Lord didn't pay much attention to this, so it was difficult for others to say anything.

"Now that everyone is here, let's talk about the information you have, and then we'll decide on the plan for the future." From the black mask came a ghostly voice filled with magnetism.

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