Chapter 987

According to the words of the chief of the vulture tribe, Long Xiaoshan knew the location of Pascal Snow Mountain, which was in the cold polar region in the north of the wasteland world, and was very far away from the Wild Arrow Tribe, at least a thousand kilometers.

In the wasteland world, humans are only a weak race, and the most powerful are the desolate beasts.

So thousands of kilometers is already a distance that people in the wasteland world cannot set foot in a lifetime.

It's comparable to the Long March.

Not to mention thousands of kilometers, of course.

Even if it is tens of thousands of kilometers, Long Xiaoshan knows it, and he will definitely go.

Because this is his hope to get out.

He didn't want to stay in the Wasteland for the rest of his life.

After leaving the Desolate Arrow Tribe, Long Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaofu set out on the road to Pascal Snow Mountain.

At the beginning, Long Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaofu walked separately.

However, after walking for a long time, Long Xiaoshan felt that the speed was too slow, although Ling Xiaofu's speed was actually not slow, after all, he was also a fourth-order spirit master, and he was definitely much faster than ordinary people, but in Long Xiaoshan's eyes, it was still slow.

In addition, at this speed, it is impossible to get rid of the desolate beast at all.

From time to time, wild beasts will attack them.

Although it is usually quickly chased away or killed by Long Xiaoshan.

But it also slowed them down.

"Xiaofu, I'd better take you and go. Long Xiaoshan simply stopped.

"Ahh

Long Xiaoshan was also a little helpless, he knew that Ling Xiaofu didn't need her to explain at all, and this girl didn't know why she liked to be hugged so much, he had hugged her for so many days, wasn't she uncomfortable?

Long Xiaoshan didn't bother to say anything.

Picking up Ling Xiaofu and running quickly in the wilderness, his speed skyrocketed.

After accelerating, Long Xiaoshan ignored most of the desolate beasts, and even if those desolate beasts wanted to attack them, they couldn't keep up with Long Xiaoshan's speed.

But in the wilderness, it's definitely smooth sailing.

Long Xiaoshan encountered some powerful wilderness beasts.

There were even a few of them, and the breath given to him was not much weaker than that of the eight-armed crocodile.

When encountering a wild beast of that level, Long Xiaoshan was naturally cautious and avoided it.

Even so, within two days, Long Xiaoshan had traveled nearly a thousand kilometers and entered the extremely cold northland, the temperature dropped sharply, and the climate of the wasteland world was far harsher than that of the earth.

Northland is a completely frozen world, with temperatures below minus 50 degrees Celsius all year round, and even cooler nights.

Even Ling Xiaofu, a fourth-order spirit master, didn't have thick clothes to wrap himself in, and he couldn't bear it—Long Xiaoshan's space ring didn't have thick clothes either, because his physique didn't need it at all.

Fortunately, Long Xiaoshan hugged her, and the temperature from Long Xiaoshan's body was like a furnace, allowing her to persevere.

Ordinary people in this place will surely die if they fall into it.

It was impossible for Old Man Bai to be swept away by the demon wind in this place back then, if he had been here, he would have died a long time ago.

Could it be that there are other places in the wasteland world where the black demon wind blows.

Long Xiaoshan was puzzled.

But I can't care so much.

He only had this clue now, and it was better than scurrying around like a headless fly.

The biting cold wind howled coldly, rolling up a large number of white snowflakes, and Long Xiaoshan stepped on the white frozen soil, leaving a trail of footprints behind him, which was soon covered with ice and snow again.

Because of the cold weather, Long Xiaoshan's speed was also a lot slower.

Ling Xiaofu hugged Long Xiaoshan's body tightly, and later got directly into Long Xiaoshan's clothes, sticking to Long Xiaoshan's skin, it was too cold here.

Long Xiaoshan didn't bother to care if this posture was ambiguous now.

In this weather, it is estimated that no man can have the heart to think about that.

Even Ling Xiaofu didn't feel any blushing, because her brain was numb from the cold.

Although Long Xiaoshan slowed down, he kept walking, until the sky became dark, Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrank, and he saw the continuous mountains in front of him, one of which was a towering snow-capped mountain, which was very similar to the snow-capped mountain that the vulture tribal chieftain had drawn to him.

"Pascal Snow Mountain has arrived!"

When Long Xiaoshan saw the snow-capped mountain, his spirits perked up.

"Really?" Ling Xiaofu poked her eyes out of Long Xiaoshan's neckline.

All the snow-capped mountains are the same in her eyes: "Where is it?"

Long Xiaoshan pointed to the tallest one: "If the chief of the vulture tribe didn't lie to me, it's that one, let's go over." ”

Ling Xiaofu answered, and retracted into Long Xiaoshan's clothes.

It looks like it's already in sight.

But by the time Long Xiaoshan arrived at the foot of Pascal Snow Mountain, it was already completely dark.

The snow-capped mountains are also even more towering and huge, and there is no top in sight.

The temperature after nightfall is getting colder and colder, and the temperature is probably close to minus 100 degrees, and even Long Xiaoshan has to transport true qi to resist this extremely low temperature.

There are basically no wild beasts in this place, not that they are afraid of the cold.

It's so desolate that there's not even food, and the beasts don't want to stay in this kind of place.

There was only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears.

"Brother Xiaoshan, let's rest for one night and go up the mountain tomorrow. Ling Xiaofu shouted.

Long Xiaoshan has carried her for thousands of kilometers, and even at night she fell asleep in Long Xiaoshan's arms, Long Xiaoshan was walking, even an iron man was tired, let alone in such a cold polar region.

Long Xiaoshan shook his head: "No, the vulture chief said that the devil wind here does not appear from time to time, in case it appears tonight, we will miss it, and we will go up the mountain now." ”

"But Brother Xiaoshan, aren't you tired? Even if you miss it this time, there will be a next time. Ling Xiaofu shouted.

Long Xiaoshan didn't answer her, and carried her to the mountain.

Ling Xiaofu thought to herself, could it be that Long Xiaoshan was in a hurry to go back to see his family, or his wife and children, by the way, he had stayed with Long Xiaoshan for so long, and he didn't even know if he had a wife.

Long Xiaoshan never said anything about him.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaofu's heart was inexplicably a little flustered, she couldn't even feel the cold, and the question of whether Long Xiaoshan had a wife was hovering in her mind kept circling.

Where does Long Xiaoshan care that Ling Xiaofu thinks so much.

He only had one thought in his head now, and that was to go up the mountain.

The wind was raging.

As he climbed higher and higher, the wind became colder and colder, and the temperature became lower and lower, and with the wind, it was no longer snowflakes, but hailstones, and even huge ice stones, as big as a millstone.

Constantly smashing down on the mountain.

Long Xiaoshan relied on his true spirit, and he didn't care about it, and walked to the top of the mountain with those hail and ice stones.

After an overnight trek.

Long Xiaoshan finally reached the top of Pascal's mountain.

In front of you is a large hilly ice field.

There is also a bottomless ice stream.

The wind is very strong in the mountains.

But he didn't see the so-called devilish wind.

Long Xiaoshan was a little disappointed, but the vulture chief had already said that the devil wind appeared from time to time, so even if he couldn't see it, it was normal, Long Xiaoshan hurriedly found the bottom of a hill, dug a hole, and arranged a formation at the entrance of the hole.

(End of chapter)