When Feng Qing stood still again, the surroundings were already icy and snowy, and the wind was howling.

Shivering violently, Feng Qing hurriedly took out the Fire Fox Qiu from the silver phoenix bracelet and wrapped it around his body.

Feng Qing's body was covered with ice fields and snow for dozens of miles, and the snow on her feet was not past her calves.

Feng Qing has not yet cultivated to the point where the physical body is not afraid of heat and cold, so he can only keep carrying fire spiritual power to swim around his body to maintain his body temperature. At the same time, Feng Qing released all her divine sense, covering nearly ten miles of land centered on her.

The thousand-year-old ice jade snow lotus grows on the top of the snow mountain, so Feng Qing purposefully walked towards the mist-shrouded snow mountain in the north, which was visible to her naked eye.

From a distance, I saw a fiery red point, slowly moving between the vast white sky.

When he was hungry, he would nibble on some dry food, and when he was tired, he would go into the space to rest, and when he encountered the ice spirit beast, he would slash it with a sword, and after walking like this for three days and three nights, Feng Qing finally approached the highest snow-capped mountain range.

The closer to the snow mountain, the higher the level of the spirit beast, and after killing a third-order spirit beast Ice Plains Learning Leopard, Feng Qing felt that the consumption of spiritual power in his body was too large, and when he wanted to drill into the space, Feng Qing felt that he was locked.

The temperature was too low, which made the spiritual power in Feng Qing's body consume a lot, and her perception became more and more sluggish.

When Feng Qing turned around and saw the behemoth jumping down halfway up the snowy mountain, Feng Qing's brows suddenly furrowed.

Locking on to her was a snow-white, two-winged snow lion.

The two-winged snow lion is more than three meters tall, with strong limbs, a long mane that is particularly powerful and domineering with its movements, and a pair of white wings growing on its back, allowing it to glide down the mountainside with ease.

Feng Qing looked at the winged snow lion's two huge eyes staring at her closely.

Feng Qing sensed it, and the two-winged snow lion in front of him was at least the fifth order, and it was possible to be higher. Now she can't beat her even in her heyday, not to mention that she has just consumed most of her spiritual power by fighting the snow leopard.

The two-winged snow lion landed in front of Feng Qing, and he took two steps around Feng Qing while staring at Feng Qing. Those two steps were extremely leisurely, and they didn't seem to take Feng Qing in their eyes at all.

When he walked up to the snow leopard, the snow lion's head drooped, sniffed the snow leopard's corpse, and then seemed to be particularly disgusted, twisted his head away, and continued to look at Feng Qing.

A fifth-order spirit beast could be comparable to the peak of the spirit spirit, and Feng Qing had no chance of winning at all.

But just because she doesn't have a chance of winning doesn't mean she'll give in.

Feng Qing condensed the Shattered Flame Sword, ready to deal with the attack of the two-winged snow lion in front of him at any time.

The two-winged snow lion saw Feng Qing condense his weapon, and seemed to feel provoked by the weak creature, his big eyes narrowed, and when he opened his mouth, a snow-white ball of light was condensed, and with the cold wind and snow, he attacked Feng Qing.

Feng Qing was shocked.

He could only mobilize the fire-based spiritual power in his body and quickly pinched his handprint.

"Feng Cry!"

The fire phoenix that rose into the sky with a crying sound connected with the wind and snow light, and exploded in an instant.

The shattered flame sword was shattered piece by piece, Feng Qing was powerless to resist the aftermath of the explosion, and could only be blown up and hit the hard ice stone, her face turned pale from pain.

Holding back the bloody breath that almost welled up in her chest, Feng Qing stood up from the ice stone, staring at the unharmed, sneering at the two-winged snow lion that seemed to be laughing at her weakness and self-defeating.

Sure enough, this land of ten punishments is not something that ordinary people can come to.

Now that she has been locked by the spiritual power of this two-winged snow lion, it is impossible to enter the space.

It seems that there is only a way to escape.

At least first escape from the Winged Snow Lion's psychic lock-on.

Feng Qing swallowed the blood in her mouth, re-condensed the Shattered Flame Sword, and looked at the two-winged snow lion that was walking towards her with a resolute look in her eyes.

Since this two-winged snow lion can use the dual spiritual power of wind and snow, then she can too!

Thinking about it, Feng Qing mobilized the Shadow Technique, mobilizing the spiritual power of the fire and gold systems.

The golden spiritual power turned into a golden blade, and in the majestic spiritual power of the fire system, he ran towards the two-winged snow lion face door. The two-winged snow lion was not flustered, it simply opened the white wings on its back, wrapped its body, and then blocked Feng Qing's attack as much as possible.

After a sound of metal clashing, the two-winged snow lion folded its wings and continued to walk towards her.

It's too strong!

She is no match for this two-winged snow lion.

Feeling that the spiritual power in his body was less than two percent, Feng Qing took out a three-grade spirit pill and threw it close to his mouth.

Just when Feng Qing was about to fight to the death, the winged snow lion suddenly stopped walking towards her, turned his head to look at the high place above the snow mountain, and then let out a coquettish and innocent low roar.

Feng Qing felt that the spiritual power lock on her body suddenly disappeared, and she looked at the great change of the winged snow lion with some inexplicability, and also turned her head to look up.

On top of a protruding ice stone at the height, there was a figure standing.

The figure had white hair scattered behind him, wearing animal robes, with a slender figure and an extremely indifferent look.

There are still people!

Feng Qing was surprised.

Just as Feng Qing was surprised and tried to see the face of the person in the high place, the man spoke. His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, with a coldness even more chilling than this ice field.

"You, get out of here."

The two-winged snow lion roared again, but it didn't seem to have the idea of continuing to attack Feng Qing, just glanced at Feng Qing with disdain, then raised his head and spread his wings, soaring into the sky.

At this time, Feng Qing still didn't understand that this two-winged snow lion was in the same group as this white-haired man.

Feng Qing was slapped by the winged snow lion, and he had to take two steps back to stabilize his figure, and when he looked up again, the man in the high place had already stepped on the back of the winged snow lion and was about to leave.

"Huh! Who are you? Are you also from the Feng clan? If it's convenient, can you ask for directions? ”

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at Feng Qing, then patted the back of the winged snow lion, and one man and one beast flew away.

"Huh!" Don't do that.

She finally met someone and asked what would happen to the next road.

Feng Qing bit her lip in some frustration.

Only the people of the Feng clan can come to this land of ten punishments, this person has obviously stayed here for a short time, and he can also subdue the two-winged snow lion, so he must be very familiar with this ice field.

Maybe people still know where the thousand-year-old ice jade lotus is.

It's a pity that people don't care about her at all.

Feng Qing entered the space to rest, and out of the space, she began to climb the snowy mountain again.

It's been the fourth day since she came to this ice field, and she hasn't even found the shadow of the thousand-year-old ice jade lotus, so she can't slack off.

Time waits for no one.

There are still more than 20 days to go before the three-year competition, and she must give ten punishments before the three-year competition begins.

Feng Qing searched for two more days on the snowy mountain.

Finally, at dusk two days later, he sensed a pure ice spiritual power with his divine sense.

Feng Qing looked at the top of the snow-capped mountain that exuded ice-based spiritual power, and her heart was a little surging.

Finally found it.

The top of the snow-capped mountain is extremely steep, almost rising to the sky.

There was no other way, Feng Qing could only use the dagger as a tool and laboriously climb up the steep ice rocks.

The wind with the ice was blowing on her face, turning her snow-white face red and chapped.

Under the foot is a hundred-meter cliff, under the dagger is a smooth and cold ice stone, Feng Qing laboriously inserted the dagger into the ice stone, his right hand laboriously grasped the support, and quickly put his left hand back to his mouth and sighed, hoping to warm his hand a little, so as to regain some consciousness.

The sky was getting darker and darker, Feng Qing didn't dare to delay, threw another pill into his mouth, and then continued to be cautious, inserting the dagger in his left and right hands alternately, and climbed up little by little. Mobile SM:

When she goes back, she must learn the magic skills of flying, climbing like this is really about to cost her half her life.

If she could fly like a psychic skill, where would she suffer such a great sin.

Feng Qing gritted her teeth and continued to crawl slowly.

The fiery figure moved slowly on the cliff at the top of the mountain.

And on the top of the high mountain, the white-haired man who had met Feng Qing before was sitting on the ice rock, reaching out and gently touching a crystal transparent lotus flower.

If you look at it from a distance, you will find that on this piece of ice rock, there are more than a dozen crystal colorless lotus flowers growing on the ground, which are faintly exuding pure ice spiritual power. And this piece of ice lotus seems to be specially planted and nourished by someone, and it blooms extremely brilliantly.

The white-haired man's gaze at the ice lotus was extremely gentle, as if the lotus flower in his hand was not just a flower.

"Crunch."

Suddenly, there was a strange sound, which made the white-haired man's brows furrow slightly.

"Crunch."

Another sound.

The white-haired man's gentle gaze had turned to indifference, and he stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff.

Feng Qing finally climbed to the top of the snowy mountain, and when she finally rolled onto the ice stone with her last strength, she gasped for several breaths before raising her head.

Then she froze.

Feng Qing saw in front of her, the white-haired man who had been with the winged snow lion before was looking at her indifferently, expressionless.

"Hi. What a coincidence. ”

Feng Qing raised her hand in awkwardness and said hello.

This time the distance was much closer, and Feng Qing could see the appearance of the white-haired man clearly.

This white-haired man's facial features are three-dimensional, the bridge of his nose is straight, his thin lips are pursed, and he has three points of exoticism. And his face looked no more than thirty or so, which did not match his vicissitudes of white hair at all.

On the other hand, the man in white also saw her appearance clearly.

After the man in white saw Feng Qing's long eyebrows and a pair of bright starry eyes, his heart was a little abrupt.

But Feng Qing didn't know that her appearance made the man in white feel like a ripple in his heart, seeing that the man in white just looked at her lightly and didn't answer, Feng Qing only felt more embarrassed.

Why is this person not very old, but his eyes are so vicissitudes and indifference?

Feng Qing blinked, put away the dagger in his hand, took out the peach blossom brew and drank two sips, which was considered to warm up his body.

Then she looked up and saw that the white-haired man was still looking at her, and she thought that he wanted to drink too, so she rolled her eyes and handed the wine bag out of her hand.

"This is peach blossom stuffing. Are you going to drink it? ”read3;