The cold wind is bitter, and when it is hot, it can turn into frost in an instant, whether it is eyebrows, hair or eyelashes.

At this time, Zhang Yiyang was alone under this cold cliff, like a lonely boat, going against the wind, and his back was not sluggish.

"If you walk another three hundred miles, you will be on the right ground, no wonder no one wants to come!

Zhang Yiyang muttered, and found another fur coat from the ring, although there was a heavenly fire beside him, but the spiritual power was consumed too quickly in the cold wind, and he didn't know if he would encounter any unknown dangers, so he could only rely on foreign objects to carry the wind and snow.

Zhang Yiyang took out the map again and compared it to the nearby snow peaks, except for the highest peak embedded in the air, the rest really couldn't see any similarities with the map.

After all, this map was hundreds of years ago, and the Cold Cliff was piled with snowflakes all year round, and the geographical environment changed seriously, and it had long lost its original style.

However, the peak, which resembles a broken sword, has become an iconic building.

According to the map, fifty miles from the cliff, to the north and south is where the Holy Blood Pool is, but if you don't have this map in hand, or only take out a part of it, you can't even think of walking through it.

Because the mountains in the cold wind have divided the entire cold cliff into countless passages, and the slightest carelessness will get lost in it.

As for flying in mid-air, don't even think about it, the cold wind in the air is a hundred times that on the ground, and the snow is falling down in the clouds as if it is dying, obstructing a certain line of sight, and it is difficult to find the destination.

Putting away the map, Zhang Yiyang rubbed his hands that were purple from the cold, he didn't let the tide suffer in such weather, he insisted on it alone.

Immediately, his pace quickened, and according to the direction on the map, he rushed towards the Broken Sword Peak in the clouds and fog.

The road under your feet left a series of footprints, but when you look back, you find that the footprints have been almost blocked by the snow, leaving only shallow traces.

Broken Sword Peak is getting closer and closer, so close that it is almost in front of you, but the road under your feet seems to be never finished, and it is getting farther and farther.

One day... Two days... Three days...

At this moment, Zhang Yiyang's whole body became stiff, he held the spirit source crystal in his hand that only had on the Nine Rank Fangzhou, absorbed and recovered, and the deficit spiritual power entered the dantian with the meridians, and then summoned the heavenly fire, and the entire stiff body instantly resumed its action.

For seven days, he felt more and more that this map of the Holy Blood Pool seemed to be playing a big joke on him, sitting north to south, fifty miles away from the Broken Sword Wind, with visual inspection, he found the exact place, but the ground was empty, even if he relied on the earth-digging artifact deceived by the Xiahou clan, he did not dig out a cave like a door.

He originally wanted Hei Yuan to find it, but Hei Yuan devoured the entangled soul, and he hadn't woken up until now, and Zhang Yiyang at the moment really had a sense of loss called the heavens and the earth.

"If you can't find it after the range is expanding by five hundred meters, you can only exit first, and wait until the black abyss wakes up!

Zhang Yiyang made up his mind, and the movements in his hands accelerated, as if this was the only way to make his body warmer.

A spade of snow quickly buried his body in it, and the snow thickness can be tens of meters, and it is really difficult to completely penetrate the bottom.