However, Motoo did not return to Shangdian Village.

He found a secluded corner outside Shouquan Village and stopped, and waited until night fell, then turned back to the edge of the cold spring. He was going to step on the cliff and enter the forbidden land of the cold valley behind the cold spring.

Yuanwei easily climbed the cliff a few feet high with his hands and feet, and the real cold valley after the cold spring was presented in front of Yuanwei.

Under the silver moonlight, the cold valley was peaceful. The bottom of the ditch with a width of several miles is as flat as a stone, and the cliffs on both sides of the bank that are as high as more than ten zhang are uneven, casting a piece of strange black shadow.

Yuan Wei subconsciously wrapped his cotton clothes tightly and walked forward without hesitation.

As Han Guliu said, every time you step north through the cold spring, the cold air will increase a little. About half a mile later, there were already traces of ice and snow on the ground, and with the physique of the Yuanwei Immortal Cultivator, she didn't feel any discomfort, and the reason why Ding Dong was hurt here should be because of her weak physique.

In addition to the cold and pressing, except that the aura is more abundant, Yuan Wei did not feel anything abnormal.

In order to find the source of this cold and unravel the secret of the cold, Motoo can only continue to walk.

"Maybe there are no immortal cultivators in this cold valley? Maybe Uncle Han was frozen and confused at the beginning, and he walked back by himself? Or, that immortal cultivator has long since left? After all, decades have passed..."

After a mile, the ground was already thick with ice.

Two miles away, some sharp ice spikes suddenly grew out of the ice, stretching out into the sky haphazardly.

Yuan Wei walked more than five miles to the north, and at this time the valley floor was already covered with ice walls several feet high, and his speed was greatly reduced by the detour in the gaps in the ice wall. But even so, Motoo still didn't feel the cold qi that could hurt the soul that was suffering from the cold ancient stream and that was dormant in Ding Dong's body.

"Perhaps, those cold qi are also characters who bully the weak and fear the hard?" Motoo said to himself with a smile.

However, before the words fell, a sharp pain hit his scattered soul, and the careless Yuan Wei almost ended up in a scattered soul!

It was not only Yuanwei's soul that was frightened, but also the lazy spiritual power in his spiritual vein, which was originally as lazy as a dead snake, also seemed to be greatly frightened, and even fled in several sections.

Receiving a double blow, the tail stumbled, and his body involuntarily changed into the form of a Xuanhu!

"Is this to destroy me?!, but I won't give in!" The pain in the spiritual veins and soul made Motowei almost fall into a desperate situation, and the desperate Motowei aroused an unparalleled fighting spirit!

"I'm going to be calm! I'm going to be sober!" Motoo roared and reminded himself, but his body slammed uncontrollably into the ice wall. The ice wall was originally extremely hard, but it collapsed layer by layer under the full impact of Xuanhu. The huge ice buried the tiger underneath, and the entire valley floor was calm, but the ice chips had not yet dissipated, and with a painful tiger roar, the tiger rose to the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground...

After two days, the bottom of the cold valley was in shambles, and it was almost impossible to find a complete wall of ice.

And Motoo was not crushed by the pain in his body and soul. On the contrary, he was surprised to find that after the pain, He Qing's spiritual power in the spiritual vein was weakened by one percent!

Immortal cultivators cultivate immortals, absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into the spiritual veins, and convert it into their own spiritual power. Each immortal cultivator has a different physique, different spiritual veins, and different souls, so their spiritual power is very different, and they have some traces of their own souls.

If you want to convert other people's spiritual power into your own, even if the realm is high, it is almost impossible. The reason why Yuanwei was able to succeed was due to the fact that its spiritual veins engraved with paper patterns were extremely strong, and the spiritual veins restrained He Qing's spiritual power to the point that he had no temper and no characteristics;

Sensing the change in spiritual power, Yuan Wei was overjoyed, he used his spiritual power to protect his uncondensed soul, and roared, "This pain is coming!"

In the furious roar of the tiger, the huge body of the Xuanhu pierced through the layers of ice and rushed towards the depths of the cold valley. Yuan Wei wants to use the pain caused by the collision to suppress the pain in his divine consciousness and soul, and he wants to completely refine the spiritual power in the spiritual veins in this mysterious cold valley, and he also wants to see what is so powerful in this cold valley that can exude a cold aura that stings the soul!

Xuanhu is galloping, and more than ten days of kung fu have run for nearly 100 miles.

The snow and ice in the cold valley have also taken on a new look. The valley is no longer a wall of ice, but the entire valley floor is frozen into an ice lump, which is a deep blue, and the flat ice surface occasionally warps a corner, showing a rich ink color.

At this time, He Qing's aura in Yuanwei's spiritual vein was no longer enough of the original one, and this unprovoked disaster not only brought Yuanwei unimaginable pain, but also brought him opportunities. The spiritual power in his spiritual veins was full, and he was close to breaking through to the four heavens of the Gathering Spirit Realm!

With the recovery of spiritual power, Yuanwei's various magical powers can naturally be unleashed, he looks into himself, his spiritual vein system is more perfect, and the bones of the whole body are black and white, white as jade, black as ink;

Motowei gradually slowed down, and he consciously dodged the blue ice warp. With the increase of spiritual power, the pain in his ** and divine consciousness is already negligible, only the cold air in the valley brings the stinging pain to the soul; more importantly, he once recklessly slammed into such a warped corner, as a result, Xuanhu's huge body was knocked back a few feet, and there was not even a white spot left on the warped horn!

The blue of the ice became deeper and deeper, and Yuan Wei traveled north for hundreds of miles day and night, until the blue was close to black, and a strange place finally appeared in the cold valley.

In the distance, a huge scale one foot long suspended in the air, and emitted a dazzling blue light.

For scales, Yuanwei is most familiar with the snake lin, countless times he lay beside the snake girl, carefully caressing the piece of snake lin, feeling the smoothness and coldness of the scales. The huge scales that float are very similar to the scales of the snake lady!

"What a snake that must be that!" Motowei sighed as he took Xuanhu's transformation back to his original appearance.

Motowei knew that the snake was a treasure, and he also knew that it was very likely to be the secret of this cold valley. But he didn't dare to rush forward to collect it. Because the brilliance emitted by that snake lin was like substance, with the cultivation of a small Gathering Spirit Realm immortal cultivator, maybe as soon as he stepped into the area shrouded in the brilliance, he would be wiped out in the brilliance.

After patrolling outside the Guanghua for a long time, Motowei finally couldn't resist the temptation, he stretched out a hand and slowly approached the blue light of the scales.

Motowei's palm was as transparent as it was, and the blue light penetrated straight through.

Suddenly, a huge force grabbed him, and he suddenly came to the scales. Motoo was shocked, he wanted to struggle, but he was powerless to resist.

The force detained Motowei in front of the scales, and the scales, which had been suspended and motionless, began to spin around Motowei, as if looking at him repeatedly.

Motoo also had the opportunity to get a closer look at the scales. The scales resemble those of a snake lin, the same blue of the sky, with a slightly darker texture engraved on the surface. Motoo believed that if he could possess this scale, he would definitely be able to forge it into a supreme spiritual weapon!

The scales didn't give him any chance, wrapped in an unparalleled chill, the scales pounced on Motowei without warning, and Motowei fainted with a wail.

The huge scale didn't seem to have any malice, it was like a small bed, holding the tail in levitation. The light that was originally scattered outwards on the scales turned in a different direction and converged towards the Yuanwei. On Yuanwei's body, the sky-blue ice crystals condensed little by little, wrapping him layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a big silkworm cocoon swallowing the shape of Yuanwei, absorbing the light of the scales, and finally disappearing into the darkness of the night...

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