The Pure Yang Hall is located at the southern end of Yunzhou, very close to the Shuangyue Academy in Yuezhou, and there are also some controversial cultivation blessed places between the two factions.

It is also the Cultivation Heavenly Gate, and this Twin Moon Academy is among the six holy gates, and its strength is extremely strong.

"The Six Holy Gates are so majestic. Although it is also the way of heaven to eat the strong, this forcible seizure has not happened for many years. The carved gold sword hummed and trembled, and Qin Xiang, the lord of Changning Peak, said with concern: "Although our faction has never been in harmony with the Pure Yang Palace, but the lips are cold and the teeth are cold, if there is a big war, it will be difficult to avoid it." ”

"There's nothing to be afraid of. A rough voice was full of nonchalance, from the blue Wandering Sword, the peak master of the Cold Annihilation Peak, Lan Zhenhuan, "My Cangyun's strength has broken through in recent decades, and it is no longer comparable to the bull noses of the Pure Yang Palace, even if it is those six families, they will never easily anger us." ”

Chen Zili said: "It's not for this to convene you. Before Shuangyue made a move, he first sent a secret letter to the Pure Yang Palace, writing that the sky lacks moon pollution, the hidden star appears in the world, and the demon ban has the image of loosening, for the righteousness of the world, please ask the Pure Yang Palace to lend the colored stone islands to help the academy break through in cultivation, so as to wait for the demon tide and guard the world. The Lord of the Pure Yang Hall regarded this as an insult and sent this secret letter to the two factions of Cangyun and Shiren, asking for support. Unexpectedly, the Shuangyue Academy noticed this and immediately took a strong rob. ”

Chasing Cloud Peak, the last and most dangerous section of the road in front of the top of Kunlun Mountain, at this time, as always, covered with heavy ice. An eagle flew past the side of the peak in a sharp arc like a waning moon, and its outstretched wings were as sharp as knives, and it took a long time to fanf. It shuttled among the thick condensed clouds, which were different from the debris halfway up the mountain, and were real clouds that only lingered on the top of this Kunlun Mountain.

To be able to fly to such heights is a remarkable achievement even for an eagle. But it was not too happy at this time, but had mixed emotions. Eagles have always had mixed emotions, mainly because they can see so much clearly. At this time, it could see the debris fluttering in the wind under the abyss, the faint figures of the stars in the sunlight in the farthest part of the blue sky, the messy running of a group of sky wolves on the top of the mountain, and the snow of the cloud peak, a team of ragged human beings were struggling to advance. Those ant-like humans were just a small speck on the snowy peak, their eyes could only see the cramped patch in front of them, and their emotions were much simpler than those of eagles.

I'm so hungry. Mu Lai only had this idea in his heart at this time. He regretted that he had never been in such a team, originally thinking that the believers of the Sect were simple by nature, but they had always been cautious and never had much to do. I don't know anything about the roads on the mountain, and this time I climbed Kunlun Mountain, and I have them as a companion. Who knew that this group of believers started from the Huiyan Pond on the mountainside, unloaded all the softness, bathed and abstained from food, and starved all the way to the top of the mountain.

He stretched out the bamboo pole in his hand to try to block the oncoming cold wind with snow and dust, and shivered uncontrollably while struggling to keep up with the crowd trudging forward. After the most dangerous road, you must leave the party and go hunting. He secretly made a decision in his heart, even if he was seen pretending to be a follower.

The only thing that made him more comfortable was the white stone that hung snugly on his chest, one of the few things his parents left behind. The stone was cold as jade when it was down the mountain, but it was as warm as amber in the cold wind. In addition, his whole being was as fragile as a rabbit on this dangerous peak, and the emaciated and thinly clothed believers were all in good spirits at this time, but his heart seemed to be unable to continue beating without the warmth of the stone.

This journey lasted for most of the day, and finally before night fell, I crossed the mountain gate that was so shabby that it was almost buried by the wind and snow. Xiang forgot the door, the three words carved on the stone were blurred, but Mu Lai's almost frozen heart was resurrected. The Gate of Forgetfulness is almost the highest place depicted in the classics, and once this gate passes, Kunlun is only left with a smooth road. The silent explanatory people all the way also talked slightly, and a little joy appeared on their brows.

Mu Lai kept rubbing his face on the snow where the cold wind stopped, reviving those frozen places. On the one hand, the hunger in his belly made his eyelids heavier and heavier, and he could barely shake off the heavy drowsiness and tiredness that kept tearing him apart from the cold wind.

And after only half an hour he was sober, and he no longer had to worry about where to find his prey. At that time, the night had already fallen, and the believers who had just set up camp were still sitting and talking, and countless fireballs burning in the night surrounded them silently.

"Sirius. A believer's voice was tense, and the people wrapped in robes around him also looked nervous, "Damn, these guys are the overlords of Kunlun Mountain, and they have absorbed a lot of immortal qi here, and they are several times more ferocious than ordinary wild wolves." Their prey will not only be devoured of flesh and blood, but will also be drained of energy. ”

"In that case, don't be their prey. Mu Lai pinched the bamboo pole in his hand, "I heard that if you don't have the strength to defeat the Heavenly Wolf, you won't be qualified to go on the Kunlun Road." ”

"Fellow Daoist, you don't know. A tall believer standing next to him shook his head, "The Kunlun Road only exists in the untraceable wild history, and it is the path that rangers and martial artists want to take to seek martial arts, and we are just believers in expounding the teachings, and we are just the main masters of the Taoist temple, there are not many people who can fight, let alone enemies with these heavenly wolves." ”

"You haven't eaten or drunk all the way, you can still be refreshed, how can you not have some magic skills?" Mu Lai's heart suddenly cooled, but he still didn't give up and asked.

"Aren't you also a believer in my teachings, how can you not know the power of rest?" the tall believer was stunned for a moment, "We close the cycle, burn the fire, and beg to abstain from food so as not to pollute the immortal land." In the next book, he still has some fists and feet, and he can deal with a bad wolf, but he can't even lift a chicken at this time. ”

"I see. Mu Lai's stomach, which was already numb from hunger, was in pain again, and if he hadn't supported the bamboo pole, he would have fallen to the ground at this time. "Are we going to be all here to be food for these wolves? This is the top of Kunlun, why didn't someone come out to rescue the immortals?"

"That's not true. On the other side, a believer said in a loud voice, "The wolf and we belong to the same living beings, the weak eat the strong and the strong are in line with the principle of heaven and earth, today they are the eaters, I am the food, it is also the judgment of the strong and the weak, regardless of where the immortals come from the earthly land, even if there are immortals, what reason should they help?

"Okay, okay. Mu Lai interrupted him fiercely and took two steps forward. I don't plan to die like that anyway, at least after I find the Frostless Lotus. But he was so hungry that he fainted for a while, and the bamboo pole in his hand was extremely heavy.

In the blink of an eye, the nearest few wolves had pounced, and some of the believers really didn't move, letting the wolves pounce on them, tearing their claws and teeth, while others let out a miserable cry and tried to resist, and a few clusters of blood bloomed on the pure white snow. Mu Lai rushed towards the end that pounced on him, and the cyan bamboo pole in his hand shook and slowly leaned up. That day, the wolf bit on the bamboo pole, and the strong head shook violently, almost knocking him down, but he pulled the bamboo pole off, revealing the blade inside.