From the surface of the sea of Qianji Island, a passage composed entirely of ice walked for a distance of nearly a hundred miles, and when I came out, I saw that it was a very small island. This is probably the most critical passage for Liu Yiyi to fail to discover their arrival, the cold attribute seals the breath leakage, and Liu Yiyi also ignores the cold breath that is also water-based on the bottom of the sea.

And a sea ship belonging to the Beiyu Divine Sect was moored on this small island. Everyone got on the boat again and headed northwest, and Song Er set foot on the road to the north for the first time.

At sea, Song Er just accompanied him with a big black dog, and he didn't communicate with anyone from the Beiyu Divine Sect, only occasionally the middle-aged man would come over, his eyes were hostile, and Song Er didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The ship docked in a harbor with hundreds of people waiting on the shore, and a huge white bear.

As soon as the saint came out of the cabin, all the people in the harbor fell to their knees.

"The thieves of Qianji Island no longer exist." The Holy Maiden had only said that.

Then hundreds of people cheered for thousands of people, which shows that the ravages on Qianji Island are really a bit angry and resentful.

The huge white bear, but with a very gentle personality, knelt down on its forelimbs, so that the saint could easily step on. With a long roar, the group began to continue northward.

It was the first time for Song Er to see such a "beautiful scenery" on the northern continent, and he really felt a little monotonous when he had lived on the southern continent and the sea for a long time. Wrapped in silver, it's still a little dazzling to see too much.

Not long after entering the northern continent, the wind and snow raged and flew down from the sky.

"Let's all stop and rest!" The saint whispered on the white bear's back.

The people who stopped set up tents in the snow also gave Song Er a lot of knowledge. The three feet above the ground are all made of ice and snow, and the rest is a tent sewn of fur, which is naturally a little warm to stay in the tent.

The saint had a tent alone, and the rest of the people had a tent, but the saint's tent was larger than the tent of dozens of people, except for the middle-aged man of the apologists and her mount, no one could enter the tent of the saint without a summoning.

A silver fox seemed to rush into the tent in order to avoid the wind and snow, but shot straight into Song Er's arms, unwilling to leave. Everyone was amazed, but no one came to snatch it.

Animals with a little spirituality in the northern continent, as long as they are in such weather, will look for a place to hide, either digging deep holes, or looking for a warm place, such things are not only foxes, sometimes a snow leopard, white bear.

It's just that in this bad weather, whether it is a cultivator from the Northern Continent or an ordinary person, they will treat them like guests, neither driving them away, nor killing them.

Of course, when the wind and snow stop, it will be different if you don't leave.

The blizzard lasted all night, and as soon as the sky was revealed, Song Er was called to her tent by the Holy Maiden, saying that she was preaching, but Song Er felt that she was explaining.

Along the way, this big man named Hulun single-winged looked down on Song Er, but he couldn't please him every time. Fighting, it can't be beaten, it has been confirmed on Qianji Island. But the mouth cannon also lost, which is really a bit of a nest.

"Hulun Yiyi has always wanted to be an Apologetic Elder, and this is also a test for him from the Beiyu Divine Sect. Although the decision is in my hands, I can't leave it untouched. The Holy Maiden sat cross-legged on a sheet of fur felt and spoke.

"The saint doesn't have to explain, in fact, it's just a little more fun." Song Er stroked the back of the big black dog.

Because he had been seen to restore his body in Qianji Island, the big black dog didn't bother to shrink his body, and finally became Song Er's mount as he wished. The soft saddle on his back was still given to him by the saint when she saw Song Er sitting on the back of the giant dog so naked.

"Mr. Song's dog is rare, such a short hair can walk as usual in the northern cold land." The saint looked at the big black dog who was lying down to make a backrest for Song Er and said.

Hearing being complimented, Da Hei turned his head to look at his master humanely.

"This stupid dog is lucky and loyal. It's really against the sky, and I don't know how much blessing I have cultivated in previous lives. Song Er also sighed, but Liu Yiyi was lying in Song Er's arms at this time, as if she was recuperating and sleeping.

"It's not stupid, it's just that the crossbones in the throat are not open." The saint stared at the big black and continued.

Of course, Song Er knew that the big black dog's horizontal bones had not been opened, and even he probably knew this. It was too easy to get three dumb slaves to speak when they were able to reopen their voices, a loyal dog that had followed him for decades. It's just that because he can have a divine dialogue with the master's body and clone, the big black dog doesn't want to change.

It's just that Song Er is very strange about the topic of the saint, and she has been talking around the big black dog, which seems to be casual, but it seems to mean something. Song Er felt a little wrong, and waited for the holy woman to explain what she needed help with, but she didn't say a word for several days. Today's sudden snowstorm stopped and was called to her tent, originally thought that the holy woman was going to take this opportunity to explain, but a quarter of an hour passed, except for the big black dog, still did not say a word.

The cold eyes kept looking at Song Er's eyes, and there was a hint of expectation. Song Er thought quietly in his heart, a thought arose, the Jishan Heart Sutra quietly operated, the palm of his right palm was close to the ground, and a trace of spiritual power came out of the palm, dived into the ground, and then slowly approached the holy woman.

The spiritual power that emerged from the ground stopped at the long skirt of the saint who was sitting cross-legged, and her eyes looked directly at the saint opposite. He wasn't sure if it was appropriate to do so, the scene of resistance on Chigi Island was still there, and what if it happened again? The Elder Cathar behind him was still sitting cross-legged at the door of the tent, and although he was not afraid of accidents, such a move was a bit abrupt.

The saintess seemed to have sensed Song Er's bold move, her cold eyes flashed with a hint of joy, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes and nodded slightly at Song Er. Both hands lifted the long skirt and gently flattened it outward, making the area covered by the long skirt larger, just covering the position where Song Er's spiritual power was rising.

It seemed to avoid the detection of the middle-aged man at the door of the tent behind Song Er, and in order to further express her meaning, the saint unfolded her long skirt and placed her hands on her calves, and slowly put them on the outside of her thighs.

The silver fox suddenly opened his eyes, took a look, and jumped over Song Er's shoulders and lay on the back of the big black dog behind Song Er, and his fluffy tail shook gently on Song Er's back, as if encouraging and guarding.

Song Er didn't hesitate any longer, the spiritual power was attached to the saint's calf, and he clearly felt that the other party's body trembled slightly, and immediately returned to normal, and blinked at Song Er again, showing more agility and a hint of shyness.

In order not to make the middle-aged man at the door suspicious, the two were still talking about the big black dog. Under the gaze of the saintess, Song Er's spiritual power did not dare to start replacing it directly as usual, but went up along the saint's calf, but he strangely found that the meridians were not spacious where the spiritual power passed along the way, and even the tricks of the path belonged to ordinary people, some were half-open, and some were completely closed.

The spiritual power slowly rose, but the skin outside the holy woman's veil began to flush a little, but Song Er's attention was not on these, and the higher he went, the more confused he became, his calves, knees, and thighs ...... Less yin, less yang...... Until Ren Mai finally arrived at the saint's dantian, he frowned.

A person who has cultivated at the peak of the Divine Realm actually has no sea of qi, and there is no sign of opening the acupoints in his whole body, completely maintaining the physical state of ordinary people, which is different from all cultivators, and it is unreasonable.

The spiritual power then followed along the Juque, Jizhong, Xuanji, Dazhu, Dumb Gate, Fengfu, Brain, and Back Top, but at this time, the Holy Maiden shook her head slightly. Song Er tried to pull back and forth, signaling the Holy Maiden to release the power in the sea of consciousness, but the Holy Maiden still shook her head, and then felt that her spiritual power began to be rejected.

Song Er understood what the saint meant, but he did not withdraw that trace of spiritual power, but returned to the dantian position and directly cut off the spiritual power.

The saint was slightly stunned, revealing approval. Put your hands back in the middle from the outer thighs, "If Mr. Song wants to open the bones of this black dog one day, maybe the Divine Sect has a way for you to give it a try." ”

"Thank you, Holy Maiden, it's okay, I'll go back first." Song Er knew that he could only come here today, so he held the silver fox in his arms, stood up, and didn't stay any longer.

The big black dog wagged his tail and stood up with his master. It still couldn't react to it, but for the saint to care so much about itself, it showed a look that it thought was the kindest it had, grinned, showed deep white teeth, and then followed its master out of the warm tent.

Back in everyone's tent, the big black dog was still reminiscing about the praise of the saint just now, but was pulled back to reality by Song Er, who used it as a cushioned pillow after sitting down. "Master, am I handsome?"

"Well, handsome enough. The dog is handsome, the dog is handsome! Song Er was speechless, but in the Holy Maiden's tent, he was indeed talking back and forth about this stupid dog.

"I decided." The big black dog sent a message to Song Er.

"What has been decided?" Song Er was still thinking about the scene just now, but the chatter of the big black dog made him just respond casually.

"Let the saint introduce me to a female dog, she must be better than me in recognizing dogs!"