Wen Jinfang has always led the way before, but after entering here, Yan Fenghuan has been walking in front as if he had no teacher.

And I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yan Fenghuan has been moving in the direction of Chiye's opening.

Thinking of Wen Jinfang's words, coupled with this location, several people had some guesses in their hearts.

The coldness of the snow continued to spread over them, and this time they carefully gathered the hems of their clothes, not touching the fragile petals again.

After walking for about ten minutes, Yan Fenghuan stopped and turned his head to look at Wen Jinfang: "Is this here?"

Only then did everyone realize that the glacier seemed to have come to an "end".

A few meters ahead, accompanied by flame-like flowers, its source appeared out of thin air, as if flowing directly out of the air, which was a little weird.

Wen Jinfang's head was bowed.

A few people heard it in a fog, but they saw Yan Fenghuan nodded, turned around without delay, and saw her touch her forehead with her hand, bowing slightly in the direction where the river disappeared.

Wen Jinfang also bowed his head.

Everyone was startled, and even if they didn't understand the situation for a while, they hurriedly followed.

After the salute, Yan Fenghuan straightened up, her right hand reached out, and with her movements, hundreds of brilliant silver arrows suddenly appeared in the air.

Thunder and fire rose, and the air instantly became hot.

Huge turquoise petals shrouded the sky, and the oppressive and burning sensation of space on them disappeared.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and sure enough, it was Wen Jinfang who turned on the rock guard.

At the same time, Yan Fenghuan flashed to a height of about thirty meters behind her, and with her one-handed stroke, the silver thunder arrows in the sky rushed down like a torrential rain!

With the impact of the thunder arrow, the place where the glacier disappeared seemed to suddenly appear a mirror, and countless extremely hot thunder flames burst open, all of which were blocked by it.

The scattered thunder and fire dripped down on the rock guard, sending ripples, and the "mirror" flickered and disappeared faster than the smoke.

Everyone gasped.

Feng Huan's expression did not change at all, she continued to wave her hand, and in an instant, hundreds of thunder arrows rushed down.

This time, she didn't give the slightest respite, and the dense Yin Wind and Thunder continued to converge into new arrows, one after another.

Where there was no place shrouded by the rock guards, sparks continued to burst out in the air, and sparks fell to the ground, instantly burning a scorched black.

The mirror could no longer dissipate, because it had been frozen by the origin of the Yin Wind and Thunder, and between the lightning arcs, a terrifying impact was superimposed.

Under such a dense and non-stop attack, the mirror surface gradually crawled with cracks, and under the impact of the last wave of thunder arrows, it shattered into thousands of ice edges, and then turned into a dense white mist.

The yin wind and thunder retreated, and gradually calmed down.

The "......" was so fierce that everyone was stunned.

even suspected that the "respectfulness" that had just been said was to pave the way for this death.

The white fog dissipated, and everyone finally vaguely saw the end of the glacier -

It was a towering snow-capped mountain, with sunlight streaming on its top, blending with the blue-and-white snow, and it was very beautiful and gentle compared to the messy "battlefield" around them.

However, the strange thing is that under the foot of the mountain, until the place where they stood, in addition to the endless winding glaciers and fiery red fields, there is only an endless *** land on the earth.

The previous "mirror" seems to be really separated from two worlds.

The other side is silent and desolate, but the place where they are is alive and alive, and there is never night.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

"Where Akano is, there must have been a battlefield or a large number of creatures died, normal." Yan Fenghuan raised his feet and left.

Everyone was about to follow, but they heard a sudden humming behind them—

It turned out that at some point, a lot of strange spirit beasts gathered behind them, staring at them directly at the moment, their eyes were clear, but they looked a little impatient.

But they did not dare to come forward, so they could only keep pulling on the ground with their forelimbs, making strange calls from their mouths, and the birds hovered nearby.

"What are they doing?" Yan Ling asked.

Ji Linxing turned his head and glanced at it, "Obviously, he is persuading us not to move forward."

After saying that, he shook his head and muttered, "It's much gentler than the group outside."

"They have higher wisdom and power." Wen Jinfang shook his hand at them, said something with a smile, and then turned around and followed Yan Fenghuan.

A few people thoughtfully followed his example and "greeted", but they didn't stay too long.

The beasts, who did not dare to advance, circled in circles.

The humming sound was louder, like retention, like compassion.

……

The group walked through the "dividing line" unharmed, and the surrounding environment was cold again, and even some blood could be smelled in the air.

Jiang Xiaoyue frowned, the ground under her feet gave her a very ominous premonition, and she was about to say something, but she heard Yan Jing shouting: "Your Excellency!"

Everyone looked up and saw Yan Fenghuan's figure, which suddenly faded away like a transparent picture.

「？」 The eyes of several people widened.

Between the lightning and flint, Wen Jinfang had already grabbed Yan Fenghuan's wrist, and Yan Fenghuan also turned to look at him, but his movements were slightly sluggish.

The Guardian quickly appeared, her hair swayed along with the silver thunder arc, and her eyebrows and eyes returned to clarity.

However, the Shadow Wind Thunder couldn't find a target to attack, and wandered around headlessly.

Wen Jinfang's left hand swiped from the air, and the phoenix appeared in his hand, but it was still reduced, and the length was only one-third of the original.

The Yin Wind and Thunder seemed to have found a breakthrough, and quickly wrapped it up, and the bow body had the blessing of thunder and fire, which was even more powerful.

The coercion of the superposition of the two even lifted away the few people who rushed up.

At the last second when Yan Fenghuan's figure was so transparent that it almost disappeared, Wen Jinfang threw the perched phoenix, and the silver longbow turned into a meteor, directly cutting the space around her in a circle-

The pitch-black spatial turbulence scrambled out, and then like a hungry tiger pounced on food, it split into countless wisps and wrapped around the "air" around Yan Fenghuan.

As if he had found his target, he quickly joined the camp of the spatial turbulence.

Yan Fenghuan's sluggish state quickly recovered, she grabbed Wen Jinfang with her backhand, and the two moved not far away in an instant.

She raised her hand, and a large area of Yin Wind and Thunder quickly enveloped the place where she had been before.

Yan Fenghuan's figure, which almost disappeared, also returned to normal! Everyone instantly breathed a sigh of relief and ran over.

"It's okay—" Before the concerned greeting was finished, several people suddenly felt a "sense of emptiness" for no reason.

Time seems to be withdrawn, and they are like suspended dolls, completely losing the ability to control their bodies!

Before they fainted, they didn't even have the spiritual power to protect their bodies.

……

"Ahem, ahem—" Yan Ling was choked awake, she stared blankly at the fire in front of her, and was stunned for a while before she came to her senses, she hurried to find Yan Fenghuan's figure.

And then she saw a-

Pink carved children.

Yan Ling's pupils shrank.

It was a girl, wearing a small azure jacket, with two small buns on her head, and a pair of big eyes, black and white.

It's just that she looks a little embarrassed, her small bun on one side is loose and loose, and her little face is dirty and wounded.

But she didn't seem to care, her little brow furrowed, and she held a leaf much bigger than her head in her hand, and she was half-crouching to look at Yan Ling.

Yan Ling blinked in a daze, unable to tell what the situation was now.

"Awake? Drink some water and slowly—" The child came closer.

"Wait—" Yan Ling didn't let her guard down because of her appearance, and was just looking for it

got up, but suddenly found that he basically didn't have much strength.

She suddenly secretly said that it was not good, and her face changed.

The child didn't look surprised, and she calmly lowered the leaf in her hand so that Yan Ling could see the water contained in the leaf.

"Your injuries are not light, you can't use spiritual power at this time, this water is a spiritual spring, which can help you relieve it." The child's voice is soft, but the words are very clear.

「…… Who are you?" Yan Ling barely dodged the water of unknown origin that fed to his mouth.

During the questioning, she looked around, but all she saw was the pitch black rocky cliffs, the woods, and the dark sky, and the only light came from the fire in front of them.

The child did not reply to her, but raised his head and poured a little water into his mouth, and then swallowed it without hesitation.

"Drink, it's not poisonous, if I want to kill you, do you think you'll wake up?"

Yan Ling was dumbfounded, and the ghost opened his mouth in a daze.

……

The spiritual spring is really very magical, as the child said, the underwater belly in that leaf, Yan Ling quickly regained control of the body, and the speed of spiritual power recovery was relatively slow, but it was already able to let her run independently.

She sat up with her body propped up, looked at the little child who was grilling fish next to her, and asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

The child glanced at her, and Yan Ling was stared at by her eyes, and he was a little uncomfortable: "That...... My name is Yan Ling, let's get to know each other?"

"My surname is Li." The child flipped the grilled fish in her hand with a blank face, and although she seemed indifferent, the voice was still soft and glutinous that was unique to children.

The vigilance in Yan Ling's heart was inexplicably half gone.

……

By the time the child handed the grilled fish to Yan Ling, her strength had recovered seventy percent.

Yan Ling didn't squirm, she took the branch and whispered thanks, but the child just nodded and stepped away.

"Wait!" Yan Ling stopped her and adjusted her posture again, making herself look as fragile as possible.

The child turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

"Miss Xiaoli, you're—" Yan Ling pointed to his face, "I'll take care of it for you, right?" There's something else—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the child: "No."

The child continued, "When you recover, you can go east, there are many Terran monks there, and you should be able to find your companions."

"What about you?" Yan Ling asked subconsciously.

The child didn't speak, but pulled the firewood to make the fire brighter.

"Where is this?" Seeing this, Yan Ling could only take the initiative to speak again.

"Pingsu Mountain."

Where???

Yan Ling frowned, and had some ominous premonitions in his heart: "Here...... Is it still the Spirit Martial Realm?"