A lonely figure is struggling to make its way north, where the temperature is getting colder. It has been a month since the destruction of Yangmen, and the cultivation realm has been boiling for a while, some people say that Yangmen was destroyed by ancient divine beasts, and some people say that it was done by the Demon Gate, in short, there are all kinds of sayings, but for Wen Chong, these are no longer important.

Wen Chong walked for a month, it was already covered with snow and ice, and ten days ago he met a kind person who gave him warm clothes, otherwise he might have frozen to death on the side of the road. It was deserted, and the majestic mountains stood in front of him, which were rolling mountains, and he could not tell how long or wide they were.

The cold moon is in this majestic Arctic mountain group, and there are very few people who have heard of the cold moon in the cultivation realm, and even the people of the great cultivation sect rarely know about this cultivation school, and only very few cultivation masters know more or less.

Wen Chong just knew that Hanyue had a different relationship with Yangmen, and he didn't know anything about this sect. In front of the deceased relatives, in the last words, the word cold moon was still mentioned, perhaps the cold moon did have an unusual meaning for them. Wen Chong calmed down, and walked towards the mountain step by step with difficulty, the temperature on the mountain has gradually decreased, and now Wen Chong's cultivation is completely empty, the cold and biting cold wind is blowing on his body, and he can only rely on his own will to insist, step by step.

I don't know how long I walked, this mountain is like I can't see the head, far away, where this cold moon is, Wen Chong doesn't know, but on the way, I heard that there is indeed such a sect of cultivation in the mountains of the North Pole, as for the specific location, almost no one can say. Wen Chong could hardly touch the bottom in his heart, the sky and the earth were big, maybe he had nowhere to go except for the cold moon, he walked like this.

It was already dark, the snowflakes were falling one by one, and the cold wind on the mountain almost tore him apart. Stumbling, he fell heavily in the snow, his body was completely unconscious, his consciousness began to blur, and only one sentence echoed in his mind - "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die." ”

The sky was already dark, and in the early morning, two young men walked on the mountain road, their clothes were thin, but they did not show a chill, and their faces were full of enjoyment, obviously very fond of such cold temperatures.

A white-clothed boy who was about thirteen or fourteen years old said: "Senior brother has let us patrol the mountains for a month, our bird place, no one will come once a year, really, what kind of mountain is a good patrol, last night let me practice all night, and I want to come out early in the morning to patrol the mountain, it will really toss people." ”

"You, you are not diligent in cultivation, and you are forced to practice by the senior brother, you deserve it. I heard from Senior Brother a few days ago that in the last month, there was a great sect of cultivation that was destroyed, and you haven't grown a little bit. Another teenager replied.

"It's none of our business to destroy the door, in this bird place, there are no ghosts, let alone people, and the master generally doesn't let us run around, here the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, those who cultivate the truth, it is none of our business for them to fight to the death." After saying that, when did I hit here, I guess I will go to heaven and earth, and I will be invincible in the world. After speaking, he put on the appearance of a high-ranking monk.

"Hehe, if your cultivation is as powerful as your mouth, it is estimated that you will be invincible in the world. Hahahaha. Another teenager teased.

"Dare to laugh at me, let you see the results of my cultivation, and see if you have grown. After speaking, they began to move, and the two chased each other, one after the other, and the two ran down the mountain road, one rushed quickly, and the other chased after each other, and had a lot of fun.

"If it's a man, don't run, Huzi doesn't threaten, you are my lynx. The young man in white said.

"Hahaha, you lynx, come on, come on, run too slow, I'll wait for you at the bottom of the mountain first. "Finished. It's getting faster and faster. Suddenly, something was mixed under his feet, and he fell forward fiercely, and fell heavily on the ground with a "plop" sound.

The young man in white watched him fall to the ground, laughed loudly on his face, sped up and hurried, and his feet were suddenly mixed, and he fell forward hard, like the former, he fell heavily on the ground and made a "plop" sound.

The two fell to the ground, then looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

"Who is so lacking in virtue to put such a big stone on the road, so that the two brothers fall like turtles, I will go up and get rid of it. The young man in white said.

The young man in white got up from the ground, carried the true trick, and walked towards the "big stone", a breath of true qi blew away, and the snow covering the surface was scattered, revealing a figure.

"Xiaolong, you see, it's a person. The young man in white lost his voice.

"Huzi, let's see if he's still angry. Xiaolong said urgently.

Huzi turned the whole person upside down, the strange man in front of him exuded a heroic aura, but a deep sword mark on his face made him exude a thick evil aura, and his delicate face had a hideous sword mark, which was really weird. Huzi didn't think much about it, and hurriedly reached out to probe the unconscious man's nose, felt a burst of breath exhale, and said, "He still has breath, hurry, come and help carry him back." ”

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, in this snow-covered ice and snow world, a green valley here seems particularly incongruous, pine forests, green grass, strange flowers, white and green against each other, sunshine, courtyard, flowers, for this ice and snow land brings a vibrant color. There is a stone plaque two zhang wide at the mouth of the valley, the words "cold moon" are engraved on it, there is no majestic palace here, there is no moving scenery like a fairyland, there is only simple tranquility here, a kind of beauty that is indisputable with the world.

Huzi and Xiaolong carried Wen Chong back from the mountain to the valley, and they carried Wen Chong to the wide house, through a long courtyard, into the main hall of the house.

"Senior brother, senior brother. The two of them kept shouting from the moment they entered the door, obviously very concerned about the man they were holding in their hands, after all, few people came to Hanyue, and this person was still unconscious.

The noisy voice reached everyone's ears, and everyone came to the hall one after another, and a handsome young man walked out in public, through the heroic spirit between his eyebrows, it was obvious that he was different from everyone, he was the eldest disciple of the Cold Moon Sect - Tang Aofeng.

Huzi watched Tang Aofeng enter the hall, and hurriedly said: "Senior brother, Xiaolong and I just patrolled the mountain and met this person, this person fainted on the mountain road, I saw that he was still angry, so I brought him back." ”