Mo Lun wandered under the cliff for a long time, but he never came up with a good way, if he climbed over the cliff, Mo Lun was confident that he would still be able to pass, but he didn't dare to guarantee that he would not be discovered by the Tengu people, once he was found out, his trip would be blocked, and Mo Lun didn't want to have problems before he entered the territory of the Tengu clan. Morun looked up at the cliff, a goshawk hovering in the sky, as if looking for food, and a smile gradually appeared on Morun's face.

Mo Lun sat cross-legged on the ground, retracted his hand, and saw that brown feathers appeared on his arms and legs, and two flesh thorns grew on his back, which became swollen after a while, like a pair of oversized wings, and Mo Lun's head was gradually transforming, and after a while, a golden eagle stood where Mo Lun was sitting cross-legged. The golden eagle's sharp beak rubbed back and forth on the feathers a few times, and then looked at the sentry in the distance with a stern expression, only to see the golden eagle raise its arms, and a golden eagle with a large size rose into the air, circled a few times in the middle of the cliff, and then flew into the sky, flying towards the top of the cliff.

The sentry guarding at the intersection also saw this golden eagle, it was the largest golden eagle they had ever seen, but who would have thought that this was a change in Morun?

The golden eagle flapped its huge wings and flew into the sky, and after a few circles, it turned into a little black dot. The soldiers guarding the pass retracted their gaze, and several people began to chat again. The golden eagle that Mo Lun had turned into had flown to the top of the cliff, and I saw a white expanse above, which turned out to be a snow-capped mountain. The bottom of the cliff is still like spring all year round, but above is a world of ice and snow. You can see the height of this peak.

Mo Lun still wanted to continue flying for a distance, but he felt that his spiritual power was insufficient, if he didn't fall to the ground immediately, when his spiritual power was exhausted, he might fall directly from the air to the ground, and without the protection of spiritual power, it might be a trouble for himself. Thinking of this, the golden eagle quickly fell downward, and after a while, it fell to a relatively flat snow and changed back to its original appearance.

In front of you is a world of ice and snow. I didn't dare to open my eyes. Morun narrowed his eyes, adapting to his surroundings little by little. The sun shone on the snow and ice, shimmering with silver light, like pearls. Dazzling. To his left is a bottomless cliff. On the right is a mountain peak covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. Occasionally, black boulders with no other snow and ice cover appear on the peaks, as if a pair of eyes were watching Morun, and occasionally a few trees stood tall on the rocks despite the wind and snow. When the cold wind blows, it makes a whistling sound, as if announcing its existence to the surrounding rocks.

Morun walked along the flat snow, a creaking sound that sounded crisp and pleasant. He wanted to find the way down the mountain immediately, and he was not in the mood to see the snow here, but when he walked forward, he found that his position was an independent mountain with cliffs all around, and there was no way down the mountain, and Mo Lun didn't want to take the risk at the moment, jumping off the cliff, there was no way, Mo Lun could only walk along the flat snow to the mountain, if there was really no way to take another risk, it would not be too late.

The seemingly flat road, the more you go up, the more laborious it becomes, there is no hard shell on the snow, both legs are stuck in the soft snow, every step has to pay a lot of effort, sometimes you have to use both hands and feet, before walking a hundred steps away, Mo Lun is already sweating profusely, Mo Lun doesn't know why he chooses to keep walking up, maybe he wants to stand high and see far, even if he is already very tired, but he has no intention of stopping. The hillside in front of him became a little steeper, and Mo Lun grabbed a rock above with both hands and feet, kicked the snow hard under his feet, and moved his body up little by little, and when his body reached the position of the rock in his hand, he let go of his hand, and his hands ran to the rock above, and his right hand just grabbed a small rock, but there was no rock under his feet to borrow. Just as Mo Lun was exerting his strength, the rock on his right hand began to loosen, and he held the whole rock in his hand at once, but the rock had been separated from the mountain, and Mo Lun's body began to slide down slowly, but faster and faster, Mo Lun realized the danger, and desperately inserted his hands into the snow to slow down the speed of the downward slide, although there was some effect, but the mountain was steep, and the speed of the downward slide was still very fast, Mo Lun did not give up, his hands tried to find something to catch in the snow, and the snow left a deep scar, from the top of the mountain to the flat snow。

Since Moren kept his hands in the snow all the time, this also slowed down the speed of Morun's downward sliding, and when he reached the flat area, the downward trend of Moren gradually stabilized. When he had completely stopped, Mo Lun wiped the sweat from his face with his stiff sleeves, and his heart was still pounding. Looking up at the source where he had slipped down in the distance, he shook his head and laughed, it was the first time he had slipped down from such a high place, and he felt very fresh and exciting, and he waved his fist at the hillside, and then he stood up and walked up the road he had just slipped on.

There are several vultures hovering in the sky, as if they are cheering for Molun, as if they are watching the excitement of Molun, and they seem to be waiting for Moren to have an accident, so that they can have a full meal. Moren looked up at the vultures in the sky, and his steps became more determined. This time, Mo Lun was more steady, and only dared to use his strength after grasping it, and his feet were also firmly on the rocks before he could use his hands and feet together.

With the experience of the last time, this time it was much faster than the last time, and just after climbing the place where he had slipped last time, Mo Lun found a crystal clear snow lotus in the depression of the rock above, and he lay on the hillside, holding a rock with both hands, thinking of a way. In fact, the place where the snow lotus grows is only ten meters away from him, but the bottom of the snow lotus is a cliff, if he rushes over, there is no place to put his hands and feet, isn't it going to fall to the bottom of the cliff, Mo Lun will not take such a risk, he must think of a perfect strategy.

Moren looked around, and there were a few small trees on the top of the mountain, except for the rocks that he thought were ice and snow, swaying in the cold wind. After watching it for a while, I had an idea in my heart, so I didn't think about the snow lotus for the time being, but continued to climb to the top of the mountain. After a while, I came to the top of the mountain, where there was no snow and rocks everywhere, and I had been subjected to the cold wind here for many years.

Standing at the top of the mountain and looking down, it was a solitary peak, with no road connecting to the other peaks, and in the distance the mountains were undulating, black and white, and below the mountain were green trees and flowers. Faintly you can still see some villages, and the smoke of cooking smoke rises. Mo Lun felt a little lonely, remembered his father, mother, and several uncles, sighed, and shouted, "Father, wait for me!"

After a long while, Mo Lun took out a long rope from the Qiankun bag, tied one end to the tree, and the other end to his waist, and then carefully walked towards the depression with the snow lotus. Because of the existence of the rope, Mo Lun picked the snow lotus back without much effort, to Mo Lun's surprise was that this was a thousand-year-old iceberg snow lotus, Mo Lun didn't even think that his persistence was exchanged for such a treasure, and the medicinal materials for his cultivation of the immortal golden body were only missing the Nine Yang Spirit Burning Fruit. Mo Lun was very happy, and when he was about to put the rope away, he heard a wolf howl, Mo Lun thought to himself: "Is there a wolf here?" Mo Lun didn't put it in his heart, and there were a few wolf howls in the distance, as if it was not one, Mo Lun quickly put the rope away, and when Mo Lun came to the top of the mountain, he looked in the direction of the wolf howl, and saw that the figures on the hillside behind were constantly moving in his direction, and the speed was very fast. Mo Lun rubbed his eyes, looked at it carefully, and was startled, all of them were white-haired snow wolves, the one in front was bigger than the one in the back, and was howling with his head up, and the snow wolf in the back heard the howl of the head wolf, and rushed towards the top of the mountain like an arrow. The snow wolves in the back were overwhelming, there were more than five hundred, and Mo Lun knew that wolves were social animals, and he couldn't do anything here.

Mo Lun turned around and ran down the hill where he came, saying that he was running, but in fact he sat on the ground and slid down the hillside, still controlling the speed of the slide with both hands, hoping that when the wolf reached the top of the mountain, he would see that he was gone, and he would return to his lair. Just when Mo Lun slid down, the wolves had reached the top of the mountain, and indeed did not find Mo Lun's shadow, more than five hundred snow wolves stood on the top of the mountain, only to hear the head wolf raise his head and howl into the distance, and more than five hundred snow wolves behind him raised their heads together, and howled, as if a snow wolf was howling, and the snow on the trees next to him fell down with a bang.

Mo Lun hid behind a big rock, for fear that the snow wolf would find out, after a howl of the snow wolf, there was no movement, Mo Lun sat there without a word, the surroundings were very quiet, even the snow wolf's footsteps on the top of the mountain could be heard, and a very special sound appeared in Mo Lun's ears, this is a sound that Mo Lun has never heard, click, click, click, at the beginning, this sound is still little by little, a little slow, after a while, this sound began to dense, evolved into a rumbling sound, like flowing water rushing down from high in the sky。

Mo Lun was very nervous, could it be that the snow wolves attacked down from the mountain together, Mo Lun was not sure, he slowly stretched his head out of the rock, and looked towards the top of the mountain, only to see that the white snow mist above was rolling downward, but the wolves were still standing on the top of the mountain, without half a minute of movement. (To be continued......)