The Virgin Peak is a real holy mountain, and from the moment you walk to her feet, everyone will have an urge to bow and worship from the moment they walk to her feet.

Her beauty, her strength, and her nobility make all mountaineers dare not take it lightly, which is the great power of nature.

In the midst of the wind and snow, the pilgrimage road is already rugged and difficult.

But when the wind and snow stop, this road can be called difficult, or even nine deaths.

Born and raised in the North, the princess is well aware of all the trials that can come her way.

Wind and snow are only the most insignificant part of it.

"You'd better save some." She lowered her head, her long hair braided down to her chest, and around her neck, two dzi beads surrounded a blood-red wooden tag with her name written in northern script.

On both sides of the road, the dense forest is covered with snow, but it does not look monotonous.

"It really doesn't hurt." Zhen Ying flipped her wrist, lifted the roast rabbit from the campfire, tore off a piece of rabbit leg, smeared it with spices, and handed it over.

Along with them, the princess's maids, most of them girls from small and medium-sized aristocratic families, one of them took the rabbit leg and presented it to the princess with both hands.

The princess waved her hand, and the girl beckoned to the others, and ate the rabbit's leg together.

These people were climbing the holy mountain for the first time, and Zhen Ying instructed the guards to be on guard on the perimeter, and if they encountered a small beast such as a rabbit, they could also hunt and replenish it.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, Zhen Ying removed the spiritual power shield, and there was a certain uneasiness hidden in the team, mixed with fear, fermenting an unspeakable terror.

The princess came closer, she was familiar with all the legends of the holy mountain, and such a dark night, silent, like an ominous omen.

If it's just the wind and snow, the problem is not that serious, and it can even be reassuring - no one can resist the power of the Holy Mountain. But now, the wind and snow have stopped, which means that those predators who are dormant during the day are about to be dispatched.

It's more frightening than anything else.

The guards narrowed the cordon.

By the way they got there, the crew had been half optimized – the mere herdsmen and pilgrims could not resist the might of nature, so they left their dry food and drinks for the others, and they were almost ready to go home.

The rest are all elites, and all of them are monks in the Concentration Realm. The princess had not eaten or eaten along the way, and it should have been around the time of the Bigu period.

As for Zhen Ying, although she has the combat power in the early stage of foundation building, her cultivation, realm, physical body, and spiritual intelligence are very separated, and there is no way to evaluate them with conventional grades.

Such a team can be called a strong team, but for the Holy Mountain, it is still as small as dust.

The camp was located a little higher up in the dense forest area of the hillside, which had the advantage of having vegetation to block the strong winds, which made it easy to light a campfire and had enough fuel to burn.

The downside is that it's close to the habitat of the snow wolves in the north.

These creatures are cunning and gathering, grudge-holding and difficult, and the North has allowed them to evolve thick fur that can withstand modest wind and snow.

However, they still choose to forage when the wind and snow are a little lighter – because only then will their prey dare to move.

Their only weakness is fire.

The mountains in the distance were undulating, like a herd of dormant beasts in the dim night.

The princess took the half-dry firewood at her feet in her hand and injected spiritual power, and the wisps of white smoke rose and fell, and the wet firewood turned into dry firewood.

"Isn't it a waste now?" Zhen Ying held her cheeks and looked at her with a smile.

The princess pulled out the dagger from her waist and sharpened the slightly straighter wood into a bald arrow: "Take one step at a time." ”

To climb the snowy mountains, you have to hike, and all the dry food is baked in advance to make it easier to move. Zhen Ying melted a pot of snow water and sipped it slowly.

As the twilight sank, the sky turned bright and deep blue, and further north, the sky shone like silk, shining in the sky with indescribable splendour, more lasting than fireworks, more gorgeous than lanterns, and the stars disappeared behind that brilliance.

Zhen Ying only understood at this time why the people in the north would call the "Holy Maiden Peak" a holy mountain.

Only here can you see the stretch of beautiful aurora near the North Pole.

The people of the north knelt down in front of the light and saluted, looking pious and solemn.

Nature has carried out a baptism of the soul with beauty.

It was also at this time.

Facing away from the aurora, a few faint green lights flashed.

The green glow, like a glowing opal, is a sign of danger.

Zhen Ying was the only one among the crowd who did not kneel to worship, and at this time, her amber eyes met the dark green in the forest.

The green was first a few points, and then, like a fan, spread out and undulated, occupying almost half of the night.

And the pious people are still wishing, praying, ignorant of the crisis behind them.

Zhen Ying stood up, took out a torch from the campfire, poured half a pot of spirits on it, and drew a bright trajectory in the air.

The firelight opened the curtain of the long night, and Zhen Ying confronted the wolves.

She held a torch in her left hand, and her right hand was covered with the "Snow Mountain Order" on her waist, and the spiritual power was injected, and the token emitted light, extending in the dark night, forming a long sword with an elegant arc.

The sword itself is not sharp, it emits a faint fluorescent light in the dark night, and has the same sacred beauty as the snow-capped mountains, which makes people can't bear to make it drink blood.

"What's wrong?" The princess was the first to get up, saw the wolves, and unconsciously took a step back.

There were a few muffled grunts in the dark night, and while everyone was worshipping the miracle, the wolves had already launched the first round of sneak attacks.

Zhen Ying's gaze swept away, and the two young guards who had not been sheltered by the bonfire on the outermost part had already been torn open by the northern demon wolf and collapsed to the ground.

The wolf king maintained order, and the whole team spread out like a fan.

The corpses exuded blood, and the wolves didn't leave the group to feast, even though they were already hungry.

"How so?" The ranks were sparse, and one of the older herdsmen didn't even believe it, trembling all over.

The Northerners are powerful and intelligent, and do not often raid pilgrims.

Zhen Ying swept the crowd out of the corner of her eyes and exchanged a look with the second princess.

Most of the candidates will be well prepared, and they will travel together as much as possible and live together at the foot of the Holy Mountain for a considerable period of time.

This practice can adjust the time of their monthly letters, and the women who live together will gradually converge with the monthly letters.

Most people will wait until their blood and qi dissipate before entering the mountain, and at this time they are full of energy and clear spiritual power.

And it is undoubtedly unprecedented for the second princess to go on the road in such a hurry, and she has not even adjusted the time of the monthly letter.

The demon wolf in the northern realm has a keen sense of smell, and its blood and qi dissipate in the wind, just like blood flowing in the sea.

The demon wolf will come out like a shark.

The people drew their swords, picked up torches, and confronted the wolves.