I don't know how far I ran on the dark mountain rocks in this line of mountains, I really couldn't stand the invasion of this invisible wave of fire, and finally jumped up with a scream, and flew into the air.

Although Xiao Chuan had been prepared for the Gang Wind in the sky, he did not expect that the strange Gang Wind had become extremely violent at this time, and he would instantly freeze himself and the little pig into a huge ice cube.

Moreover, this strange wind has almost the same characteristics as the invisible fire wave on the ground, although it is isolated from damage by the Xuanjia Technique, but the cold and painful feeling still penetrates the bottom of Xiao Chuan's heart, and for a moment Xiao Chuan feels that his soul is going to be frozen.

Ogawa endured great pain, struggling to fly in the sky for less than half a incense before he was forced to fall to the ground, and continued to endure the torment of the invisible wave of fire.

But it didn't take long for Xiao Chuan to jump into the air again, and he had to turn to comprehend the power of the strange wind.

In this up-and-down transition, the continuous loss of aura is not enough, but the pain caused by the scorching heat and extreme cold is simply irreparable to the mental torture, even Xiao Chuan, who has a strong sense of divine consciousness and strong tolerance, has a feeling that he is about to have a mental breakdown at any time, and even seeing the little pig in his arms still sleeping soundly as if he was completely unconscious, Xiao Chuan was fortunate to have a trace of jealousy.

In this alternation of flames and extreme cold, Xiao Chuan felt that his willpower was constantly being consumed, but he looked around and couldn't find out where the way out was, so he could only grit his teeth and struggle to move on.

And in this line of mountains, there are almost swarthy boulders everywhere, and the surrounding landscape is almost unchanged, which also exacerbates Ogawa's inner pain and irritability to some extent.

"This is?" Just when his expression began to be in a trance, a corpse belonging to a human suddenly appeared not far ahead, which also made Xiao Chuan's heart sink and cheer up again.

A few leaps came up to the corpse, and Ogawa looked at it carefully.

I saw that this corpse belonged to an old man with white beard and white hair, dressed in a navy blue Tai Chi robe, holding a handful of eight-treasure gold silk whisks, his body was intact without any scars, his face was still lifelike and even with a smile, if it weren't for the fact that there was no breath of life, Xiao Chuan almost thought that he was just a sleeping passerby in front of him.

As an expert in refining, Xiao Chuan could see at a glance that the dust in the hands of this old Taoist and the Taoist robe on his body were powerful magic weapons, indicating the identity of this old Taoist Jindan monk during his lifetime.

"How could this monk pass away so strangely, as if his life had been siphoned out of thin air!" Xiao Chuan sighed in confusion.

Although he didn't know where the monk came from, Xiao Chuan still wanted to bury the monk's remains on the spot and let him be buried in the ground, but after a try, he found that these dark black mountain stones, which seemed to be as fragile as tofu in the gangfeng, were as hard as pig iron.

And Xiao Chuan had no magic weapon in his hand except for the Ten Thousand Poison Violet Smoke, so he only carved a shallow pit in the ground with great effort, so he had to give up.

In desperation, Xiao Chuan had no choice but to move the monk's remains behind a mountain rock, and bowed lightly before leaving, without thinking of taking the two valuable magic weapons of the Eight Treasures Gold Silk Dust and the Tibetan Blue Tai Chi Taoist Robe as his own.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chuan, who continued on the road, encountered more than a dozen corpses of human monks one after another, and each of these corpses without exception showed a strange situation with a peaceful face and no scars on their bodies.

However, the situation of the clothes on the bodies of these monks is different, some of the corpses have the magic weapons of the spiritual clothes, some have been looted, and some even have more than one magic weapon on the corpses, obviously the origin is extremely unpredictable, and nine times out of ten it is taken from others.

Although no cultivator would be unable to get along with the spars and magic weapons, and he was in the embarrassing situation of being penniless, Xiao Chuan only hesitated for a moment, and decided to give up these low-hanging treasures.

Unable to bury these cultivators one by one, Xiao Chuan was already guilty, and naturally he was even more reluctant to take any benefits from the deceased, although it seemed a little pedantic, but it was quite in line with Xiao Chuan's freewheeling way.

But the appearance of these corpses still made Xiaochuan vigilant, and he didn't dare to slack off any longer, even if the pain on his body was unbearable, he also worked hard to move forward.

Gradually, alternating between the flames and the extreme cold was no longer a torture, but a mental training, and Ogawa began to happily shuttle back and forth between the strange wind and the invisible flames.

Under such repeated tempering, Ogawa's willpower became stronger and stronger, and although the strength of his divine consciousness did not increase significantly, his divine sense's perception ability seemed to have been polished and tempered, and he had become extremely sharp.

In Xiaochuan's long journey through the first-line mountains, although Xiao Pig has not yet woken up, he can always provide an endless stream of aura in time when Xiaochuan's aura is about to dry up, which is also the most important reason why Xiaochuan can always maintain a peaceful mind in such a harsh environment and not lose himself.

I don't know how long later, when a touch of green finally appeared in front of him, Xiao Chuan was so happy that he suddenly had a feeling of unfinished.

When the last wisp of wind blows slowly behind you, the earth under your feet is replaced by a touch of green from the same black.

"Is this Kunzhou? I feel that the quality of this aura should be slightly better than that of Qianzhou!" Xiao Chuan felt the very rich and pure aura around him, and his mood was very comfortable, especially being one step closer to the Four Great Immortal Prefectures, which made Xiao Chuan somewhat excited.

Xiao Chuan stopped in the air and looked back at the mountains behind him, only to find that the endless towering peaks had disappeared into the clouds again, like an endless wall connecting heaven and earth.

Xiao Chuan couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself on the idea of rushing to Xianzhou after advancing to Jindan, otherwise he would have died under this strange wind and invisible flames if he recklessly entered the first-line mountain range.

It's just that I don't know why none of the immortal cultivation classics in the Dao Dao mention the danger of this boundless mountain, which also makes Xiao Chuan suddenly realize that this Kunzhou may not be a pure land with no dispute with the world as the legend says.

At this moment, Xiao Chuan suddenly discovered the aura of two Jindan late-stage monks within the scope of his divine sense, and these two monks actually rushed straight towards him as if they had been prepared.

ps: I recommend the two books "Immortal Tribulation" and "Rebirth of the Crazy Immortals", which are good-looking!