At this time, Fanyin was walking in the dark forest, and the fog was getting denser and larger, and she knew that communication would not be restored in a short time. She didn't have time to wait for further instructions from the Ministry of Military Affairs, and it was imperative that she find Mu Cang's team as soon as possible. She expected that Mu Cang must also be trapped in this boundless mist.

Fanyin settled down and thought of a way to get out, and she must not be reckless at this time, otherwise she would be able to "bury" her alive with this continuous snow. After a while, I suddenly saw her put one hand on the ground, her left hand deep in the thick snow, and after a few planings, she saw the frozen soil under the snow. Sanskrit retracted his palm abruptly, and suddenly gathered his spiritual power in his fingertips. Huo Di, Fanyin's hand knife stood up and slammed into the ground. I saw that her left hand was a single palm, deeply embedded in the frozen soil, unscathed.

Sanskrit frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and his breathing slowed. The sound of the depths of the earth was slowly transmitted with the left hand of Sanskrit. In winter, when all living things are dormant, the wilderness mountains are surprisingly quiet. Fanyin's chest rose and fell slightly, and her inspiration went straight to the ground with her palm. She's waiting for a move.

Suddenly, a sharp step passed through the palm of Sanskrit's hand, and Sanskrit lowered his head slightly, wanting to feel more accurately. Sure enough, after a while, another rush came, and the direction of the movement was not too far away from her. Sanskrit abruptly withdrew his palm, clenched it, his palm stiffened, and dusted off the dirt on it.

The spiritual power she had just used was very similar to the continuous sitting of the Northern Underworld, almost the same. They are all spiritual methods of exploring objects by hand. The trick of the Northern Darkness is a combination of the two spiritual methods of tracking and attacking. His combo is extremely powerful, not only can he find the traces of the tracked person hundreds of miles away, but he can also use the underground teleportation spirit method to attack the enemy without destroying anything on the ground. Of course, this spiritual method is also a huge drain on his own spiritual power.

And the trick that Fanyin just used was taught to her by the Northern Underworld. It's just that Fanyin's spiritual power is far less profound than that of the Northern Underworld, and she can't use Lianzai. But the North Underworld taught her this trick, which was enough for her to track down the object. Fanyin thought, although the five thousand soldiers and horses led by Mu Cang are like ant colonies in this continuous mountain range, but at this time, everything is dormant, and the movement of these five thousand people is particularly obvious. Sure enough, Sanskrit Yin tracked the faint turmoil of the army underground through spiritual magic, and if it was in the air, those turmoil would have been dispersed long ago and could not be perceived.

Sanskrit immediately set off and hurried in that direction.

The forest is deep and dewy, and the temperature in the depths of Bess Mountain has dropped to more than minus forty degrees at this time. Before, Sanskrit Yin was desperately in a hurry, and his body called on his spiritual power, so he naturally didn't feel cold, and even his body was slightly dry due to the hurry. Now, she has collected her spiritual power, and the frost in her hair retreats, and the black falls straight down, and she suddenly feels the sky and the ground freeze, and the ice is cold to the bone. But Sanskrit can no longer easily mobilize spiritual power at this moment, and the long journey in the past few days has consumed great spiritual power. If it continues like this, let alone catching up with Mu Cang's team, even if she does, she will no longer be able to rush to the main general's side in time to give support. So she must now conserve her physical strength and restore her spiritual power.

In the past, the rush for a few days was not a big deal for Fanyin, but at this moment, she was holding a spar with dark power in her hand, and she had to use excess spiritual power to suppress its existence, which added an extra layer of consumption to her spiritual power.

Sanskrit is walking in the forest, the snow is getting thicker and thicker, the depth is uneven, and no matter how good Fanyin's eyesight is, it will not help. If one is not careful, he will fall into the snow more than one person high. Repeatedly, Sanskrit jumped up from the snow and stepped on the branches. At one point, she wanted to walk among the trees, but the fog grew so bad that she could barely see the road ahead, and even the trees next to her became blurry.

Sanskrit's body temperature dropped rapidly, and according to the method that Leng Che taught her, it was a characteristic of their fifth clan to blend in with the cold environment. However, the temperature in the north was too low, and after a while, between Fanyin's eyebrows, the hair had been dyed with white frost, but it was not the work of spiritual power. Hours passed, the air in the mist became thinner, and Sanskrit's lips and fingertips were frozen purple. The mouth kept exhaling a warm mist, and Sanskrit felt tired and even a little sleepy.

She shook her head, trying to keep herself awake. However, the slow process and the extremely cold weather made her stiff and almost unconscious, only around the roll bag held in her right hand, attached to her just right spiritual power, unwilling to waste a single bit.

Sanskrit stopped again, ready to put his hand into the ground, sensing the direction of the army. Fanyin squatted down and took a few breaths of heating on her hand, she was too cold. The palm of the hand is inserted into the ground, and little by little, the Sanskrit sound waits for the sound. She pulled out her palm, changed the direction and plunged into it again, and after a few successions, the sound finally disappeared. Sanskrit sounds are nothing.

She stayed where she was, holding her forehead with her hand and hesitating. If this weather continued to consume, her movement would have been greatly hindered, and the condition of the marching soldiers would be even more unpredictable. Just as Sanskrit was thinking about the way out, there was a sudden flash in front of her.

Sanskrit looked up, and it was still foggy and dim, silent and lightless. Just as she was about to turn her head to look to the other side, there was a flash of fireflies in front of her. This time the Sanskrit sound can be seen clearly, it is a firelight, an extremely faint firelight.

Sanskrit looked at the light of the fireflies, and after a while, the fire light lit up again. Sanskrit didn't say a word, but in a flash, he ran towards the firelight. When she reached the place where the fire was lit, Fanyin stepped forward to see what was going on. I saw that the fire was burning from the trunk of a tree, and it only lit the slap of the big place. The fire was extinguished again after a short time, and Sanskrit reached out to feel the traces of the burning.

A smile gradually appeared on her face, yes, it was the Pyromancer's spiritual technique, Fanyin said with joy in her heart. She immediately looked around, expecting the fire to light up again. Sure enough, not long after, not far away, the fire lit up again. Sanskrit immediately rushed to the next place where the fire was lit. As the fire continued one after another, the frequency of the firelight became higher and higher, and the Sanskrit sound ran out of the firelight for miles in one breath.

However, the fog did not disperse, the forest was insignificant, and the firelight still seemed faint. Fanyin thought to herself, even if Mu Cang's team could be found in this way, it would be half a day later.

Sanskrit stood in place, not moving forward blindly. At the moment when the firelight lit up again, Fanyin raised his hand to the position of the firelight and struck, and a spiritual power grazed the trunk and shot out. After half an hour, there was no movement in the forest. Sanskrit continued to move forward, and there was a fire not far away, and this time the spiritual power emitted by Sanskrit Yin's hand was much greater than just now. Only a few crisp sounds were heard, and the spiritual power of Sanskrit Yin shot through dozens of trees in the distance. Even if you can't see it, you can feel it.

Sanskrit waited patiently, but there was no response. She figured out to herself that the person who gave her the fire signal should still be far away. But the other party's control over the flame art is at its peak. The most taboo thing in the forest in the deep winter is the flame, if you are not careful, the entire forest will be burned by the sparks. It's not hard to let the pyromancer destroy the entire forest. The difficulty is that to make the flames transmit signals for hundreds of miles before they are safely extinguished, this requires extremely precise control of the pyromancer. What's more, the current forest has long been covered by mist, and the pyromancer can't see the branches and branches in front of him at all, and he points out a path purely with his superb spiritual skills.

Fanyin thought to herself, it was not a simple flame warlock who could have such a superb spiritual technique, but it must be the thousand cronies under Mu Cang's retinue - the spirit caster. They're showing themselves the way. Thinking of this, Sanskrit is grateful.

She waited patiently for the next signal to come off. Just as the flames were faintly rising, Fanyin suddenly raised her palm to attack, and a precise spiritual power was enough to use five points of her strength. Suddenly, it shot out dozens of miles at a rapid pace. When Sanskrit Yin calculates correctly, when her spiritual power weakens, she should be able to reach the location where the signal is issued, although this spiritual power is exquisite, it is not enough to hurt the spirit caster.

Fanyin looked at the direction where the spiritual power struck, and the fire went out little by little. This time it must be successful, Fanyin thought to herself. In an instant, a red flame burst from far and near, piercing through the forest. I saw that the waist-high tree trunk was instantly ignited by this red flame. Sanskrit sounded, jumped up the tree, as if stepping on the flame, and followed the red flame all the way. The fire lit up the forest, and Sanskrit saw the way forward, racing against time. The red flame followed her steps, and after she jumped, it went out. The dense forest behind Fanyin fell into the fog again.