Li Molan used to like snow very much, he liked snowy days, he liked to watch the colorful goose feather snow falling all over the sky, and he liked to see everyone on the road full of snow. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the three years of Hongchen, he has seen a lot of different snow scenes, in the cliff on the coast of the North Sea, he has seen the scenery of the cliff mouth full of silver, which makes his love for snow more and more strong, sometimes I really want to learn those coquettish literati painlessly moaning two lame poems, to express the sour and rotten literature in his heart.

However, this piece of snow in the tomb of Yubei completely changed his view of snow.

The eternal heaven and earth are pale, the eternal cold wind is cold, and there is only exhaustion on the brow of the frost flowers.

This snowfield is really fatal.

After recovering some of his true qi in the cave, he walked through the snow-covered mountains for a day and night, and felt the bitter cold of the snowfield more truly.

During the day, the temperature is still cold, and at night it is even more life-threatening, Li Molan's body is covered with snowflakes, and her head is full of silver hair, and it is extremely difficult to walk in the wind and snow, guessing how many days she can survive here.

In the coldest night, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, Li Molan finally couldn't bear to lift his true qi again to maintain his body temperature, which directly led to the complete exhaustion of the little true qi he had accumulated for a long time at dawn.

Fortunately, as the sky grew brighter and the morning sun rose, although it was not enough to make him feel warm, it did make the temperature around him rise a little.

There is not much snow in this mountain range, more black stones, and ice crystals hanging from the left and right walls, which shimmer quite brightly in the sun.

Li Molan almost greedily felt the sunlight falling from the sky, and sat down to rest for a while.

If there had not been those deepening blood stains on the right sleeve of his scholar's shirt, if his right arm had not been broken an inch, if his true qi had not dried up so much, perhaps he would have the illusion of visiting the snowfield by now.

There were some screams faintly from the mountains behind, and Li Molan found a lot of demon beasts in this mountain range during his walk last night, but he probably sensed the sword intent on his body, and did not dare to come up and attack.

However, he can only bluff like this, if he really encounters a demon beast, the odds of winning are really low.

Li Molan didn't know if the Spirit of Life Destroyer also existed in the snowfield, but the space in this snowfield was quite strange and empty enough, as long as he was vigilant, he should be able to avoid some dangers.

In contrast, he was more worried about the natives of the Endless Snow Plain - although he had scared off some of the monsters that had found him with his sword intent the night before, such as snow wolves and ferrets, he knew very well that he would not be safe.

Especially the cunning snow wolves and snow foxes, they have plenty of patience to pursue their prey, if Li Molan shows the slightest disturbance of breath, it may attract their attack.

After resting for a while, mentioning a trace of true qi, Li Molan opened her mouth to eat a handful of snow water, felt the cold snow melt into the feeling of water flowing into her abdomen, and then got up and moved forward again.

He didn't have a direction to go, but it was better than standing still, and no one knew what was going on in the depths of the endless snowfield, so he walked in the direction he had chosen in the dark, and who knew where he could go?

The mountain paths that can be called mountain roads in the cracks of the mountains are rocky, and unlike the feeling of stepping on the snow, Li Molan walks very steadily.

On the left and right sides were slopes that were slanting upward, and after thinking for a while, Li Molan walked towards the hillside.

He wanted to go to a high place and take in the scenery around him, while continuing to look for the next way forward.

Since there is no direction here, then go to the place where there is a view.

After all, he didn't have that kind of innate spiritual awareness, but he had a hunch and then found a path that represented some kind of destiny, that was not his script.

The movement behind him grew louder and louder, and some of the sounds of the Suo were heard, mixed with the wheezing of the beast.

Li Molan frowned, thinking that these beasts were really haunted, and at the same time sadly thought that she was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, right?

Snow foxes are very cunning, and they always follow the snow wolves to pick up carrion to eat, and the ones who really talk to him should be the snow wolves that follow him.

Snow wolves are a relatively strong monster beast on the snow field, and their characteristic is that they act alone on weekdays, but when they encounter big prey, they will form groups of three or five.

Of course, Li Molan is not a big prey, but about three snow wolves are really tricky for him.

The three snow wolves had already followed him about fifty steps in a grand manner at this moment, this distance was not long at all, and it was only a few breaths for the snow wolves, and they could easily jump over.

Li Molan frowned and turned her head to look, a little nervous in her heart.

On weekdays, these snow wolves whose strength is not at the peak of the Enlightenment Realm are of course not his opponents, one sword is quite simple, but now Li Molan is seriously injured, not to mention that his right arm is crippled, and the true qi in his body is always in a state of exhaustion, how can he fight with these snow wolves?

Could it be that he will die at the hands of these beasts? Li Molan found it difficult to accept such a thing in his heart, he was the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, and the one behind him was the famous Beihai Dragon Elephant, his strength was almost at the peak of the three realms, and he was still looking for the next successor to take over the Dragon Elephant Sword to protect the Beihai mortals for him, he still had to go back to Kyushu, and he had to become an immortal immortal......

How could he be right here, dead in the belly of a pack of snow wolves?

But there seems to be no other turning point at the moment, because the three snow wolves have already determined that the humans in front of them should be helpless, but they still have some suspicions in their hearts and do not act immediately.

After his death, he will be eaten cleaner by the snow fox that eats carrion, and become an unknown skeleton in the snow field, until thousands of years later, one or two unlucky eggs who also strayed into the snow field found themselves, and then took the sheep and took their dragon elephant sword.

How can this be endured?

Li Molan's eyes were full of unwillingness, and she thought to herself, how could she die before she got out of the school like this?

He faced these three snow wolves who were eyeing each other, although his right arm was weak, but his left hand brazenly pulled out the dragon elephant sword!

The dragon elephant sword has the sword intent left to him by the dry wine poem, although the number of times it can be used is only about three times, but with one sword, it can kill the netherworld immortals, which is extremely powerful, and even the spatial structure of the Yubei tomb can cause a certain degree of damage.

Li Molan inducing this sword intent in this state at this moment will inevitably end up with no bones, but in his opinion, instead of dying in the mouth of the snow wolf, it is better to die because the sword intent explodes the blood vessels of the whole body, at least die hard enough.

That's what he thinks, but there's still some hesitation when he does it.

Because this is suicide, and he will be destroyed by the sword intent, and he will not leave even a handful of bone powder.

The snow wolves didn't know this, and their patience did reach a certain limit, and aside from their worries, the three snow wolves roared and pounced.

Li Molan's physical strength did not recover much, and the qi in her body could not be condensed at all, and she stepped back with both feet, narrowly avoiding the first attack of the three snow wolves.

However, just as he was about to pull out the sword behind him, he felt that a not weak aura was approaching here.

The snow wolf did not rush to attack, and the three beasts also had a strong sense of power, sensing that someone was approaching and had good strength, they turned their heads indifferently, and their cold eyes were full of bloodlust and vigilance.

An old man with gray hair walked slowly down the black stone mountain path, wearing a coat that should have been made of some kind of animal skin, and walked calmly towards this place.

The old man did not carry a weapon, but there was a sense of danger all over his body, and his strength was obviously good.

Although Li Molan's body was weak and his true qi was dry, he also vaguely felt the approximate strength of this old man, which should be around the beginning of the Three Realms.

It's just that he is more concerned about who this old man is, where did he come from, why did he appear in the endless snow field, and among the cultivators on this trip, it stands to reason that there is the existence of Ye Luo, the powerhouse of the Netherworld at the door, and no older generation of characters can sneak in.

And how did he get in?

Sensing the danger, the snow wolves howled and looked horrible at the gray-haired old man.

The old man was not afraid, in fact, the animal skin jacket on his body was made of snow wolf fur, how could he be afraid of these beasts who bullied the soft and feared the hard?

The old man walked here without fear, but instead made the three snow wolves feel the crisis.

They looked at the old man calmly, and after making sure that they were indeed not opponents, they reluctantly chose to leave.

Snow wolves do not have the same eyesight and perception as Li Molan, in addition to being able to feel the strength of the other party, they make judgments more based on the opponent's behavior.

Just like Li Molan, because of her bluff, the three snow wolves didn't make a move on her all night, and they didn't lose patience until the sky was getting brighter.

And now this gray-haired old man is extremely bold, and his face does not change, which makes the snow wolf feel a little uncertain, so he chooses to retreat.

In fact, the three-headed snow wolf at the peak of the Enlightenment Realm joined forces, and it may not be the opponent of the cultivators in the early stage of the Three Realms, but the brave one wins when they meet on a narrow path, and the snow wolf still cares more about his own safety.

When the snow wolf walked away, Li Molan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the old man in a wolfskin coat and said gratefully, "Thank you seniors for coming to the rescue." ”

The old man looked at Li Molan, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he didn't speak immediately, but looked up and down.

Li Molan was a little puzzled, thinking to himself what this old-timer meant, but after all, it was the other party who saved him, so he waited quietly.

After a long time, the old man said lightly: "Can you walk?"

Li Molan nodded and said, "You can move, senior." ”

The old man said calmly, "Then come with me." ”