Seeing this scene, Liang Xiao and Han Tu were completely dead. This seemingly weak black and white clover is actually comparable to a tile worm. In this way, whether it is to destroy it, it is necessary to avoid the growth of more tile worms. Or take it away, neither of which can be realized.

At the same time, the black and white evergreen grass began to change gradually, and like the previous ones, the first thing to change was the black marks that began to emerge on the three leaves. If you don't look closely, I'm afraid you'll be talking about it alongside ink.

It's just that the ink doesn't get bigger, and the black spots on the black and white evergreen grass in front of me have gradually become larger, and there is a tendency to merge together. Seeing this, everyone could almost guess the result, which was nothing more than the birth of a few more monsters like tile worms.

Liang Xiao looked at Han Tu and nodded at him. In the eye contact between the two, it can be regarded as completely giving up the idea of this black and white grass.

Well, in this case, you can only resign yourself to fate.

The speed at which the tile worm is born is not fast, but if it is slow, it will not take much time in total. When the tile worm first appeared, it can be said that it was extremely fast. It's just that when it's about to take shape, it slows down. By the time Han Tu and the others left, the juvenile shingles had already had a preliminary outline, but they were still far from reaching the stage where they had fully formed life and could move freely.

There is not much difference between the juvenile tile worm and the tile worm that Han Tu and others encountered, and the tile worm that possessed the immortal cultivator. If there is any difference, it may be that both are black and white, and both juvenile tile insects are obviously more white.

Although there are several single white or single black ones, they are far inferior to black and white in terms of speed, the number of tentacles, and the strength of absorbing the energy of immortal cultivators.

However, no matter what color it is, the final purpose is also clear, that is, to turn into countless black tile worms and fly to the magic circle to complete the last step.

As for what they want to do in that circle, what they want to get, or what kind of role they can do for the circle. These questions are not what Han Tu can answer now, although Liang Xiao has been silent since the dissipation of the spirit sword, but Han Tu understands that even he is completely unable to answer himself, these questions about the nature of the tile worm.

In this way, everyone set out on a journey again, and aimlessly searched for the whereabouts of the evergreen grass. However, how easy is it to find the extremely small immortal grass in the huge Sword Immortal Domain?

Three days later, the Proud Snow Plains.

In the Sword Immortal Domain, there is a legend that spreads widely. It can be said that as long as you are an immortal cultivator, even if you have never entered the Sword Immortal Domain, you must have heard of rumors about the Aoxue Plain.

In fact, for immortal cultivators, even if they knew, they might not believe in such groundless things. Rumors have been circulating for a long time in the Aoxue Plains, and it is no longer known where it came from. It is precisely because of this that although it is widely circulated, there are only a handful of people who will believe it.

In the last Sword Immortal Domain, Han Tu had passed by a snow-capped plain. But because he didn't believe in the legend, he didn't choose to explore it.

Thanks to him, he would have done so, otherwise, he would have returned in vain in the snowy plains.

At this time, in this new snowy plain, a team of immortal cultivators appeared. And the speed of advance and retreat can be controlled, as if groping for something.

Liang Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he motioned for everyone to stop.

"Senior Brother Han, do you see that this plain is showing signs of gradually retreating?"

Han Tu nodded: "Indeed, if you don't look carefully, you really can't notice it." ”

After that, Han Tu and Liang squatted at the border of the snow field and observed carefully. The plain with goose feathers and heavy snow is only a line away from the Pingchuan River where Hantu is located, but the strange thing is that it is so close, but there is not a single snowflake on the Pingchuan River. What's even more interesting is that one side of this snowfield is disappearing, as if the entire snowy field is moving silently.

This peculiar scene corresponds to the popular saying among mortals, in the world, the common people will from time to time encounter a strange landscape that is only separated by a street, but it rains on one side and does not rain at all. And it is called, it does not rain in the next road.

In the current situation, this sentence can be used as a metaphor.

The speed of the snow region is very slow, if it is not for Liang Xiao to find out that something is wrong, I am afraid that when they enter the snow region, they will not find out.

Just as Han Tu and Liang Xiao were observing the movement of the snowy region, a low-level disciple behind them suddenly screamed, with a frightened look on his face, as if he had seen something terrifying and panicking.

Seeing the other party like this, Han Tu was somewhat unhappy. He was very annoyed that when he was carefully observing, someone around him disturbed him. Before Han Tu could say anything, Na Liang Xiaoxian was not happy.

"What's it called! Can you notice, but I can't?"

Hearing this, Han Tu took a deep look at Liang Xiao. To be honest, judging from how seriously they observed the movement of the snow just now, it was naturally impossible to observe the changes in the snow area in the first place. In fact, if it weren't for the low-level disciple's voice being too contrived, it could be regarded as a just right reminder. But he didn't expect to touch Liang Xiao's brows because of this, and with Liang Xiao's glare, the latter suddenly lost his voice and shrank aside.

There was no doubt that in his eyes, the small sorghum that could be seen and touched was far more frightening than the shingles and the unknown dangers in the snow.

Han Tu put away his mind to observe the edge of the snowy region, and instead planned to see what it was that made the other party scream.

It was a columnar object that reached into the sky, wide at the bottom and narrow in the middle. The top position is smaller than the bottom, but it is much wider than the middle.

As if the line of sight was poor, in the haze, it was the same as the sacrificial tower that most emperors among mortals would have people build.

But the difference is that the inexplicable black pillar-shaped object in front of him is countless times higher than the sacrificial tower!

Just as Han Tu was staring at the tall object, he suddenly felt that the other party seemed to disappear from his eyes, but it seemed that the smell had disappeared, as if he had suddenly blinked.

It's just that the huge columnar object is really much smaller.

Liang Xiao swallowed, nodded Han Tu, and motioned for him to look at his feet. At this time, the latter was taking advantage of the convenience of the black pupil to observe what the pillar outside the sight of ordinary people was, but he was suddenly pulled back to his heart by Liang Xiao's words.

"The snow has moved ......"