At night, Duan Hanyuan walked into the cold cave alone.

This is a large camp in the snowfield, before he fled back to the capital of the mountain ghost country alone, and the rest of the mountain ghosts are all stationed in this place.

Burdened by the blizzard, they cannot move forward or backward at the moment.

Although I don't know how Hong Yuanjun completed the surprise attack in the blizzard, for this group of mountain ghosts, as soon as the blizzard comes, they become waste who can only sleep and eat.

This is also beneficial, Duan Hanyuan can slowly adapt to the new palm of his hand, and he is not in a hurry to fight with a waste hand.

He released the aura, and the cave instantly became even colder, and the snow rats that liked to stay in the cold cave escaped from the corners of the cave in groups with their tails in their mouths.

The blood-sucking bats had not yet had time to wake up from their slumber before they were frozen in blood by the cold and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Duan Hanyuan didn't have the heart to pay attention to these, the aura he released formed a vortex in the space in front of him, and as the vortex flew around, the energy in the center became stronger and stronger.

He stretched out his right hand toward the center of the whirlpool, allowing the aura to flow through the ghostly hand and back into his body.

Only by doing this can the palm that does not belong to you be fused with the aura in your body, otherwise it cannot be used to release spells, it is a waste hand.

For a martial artist, every part of the body has its irreplaceable role, and a palm that cannot cast spells is no different from waste.

From the afternoon to now, Duan Hanyuan had tried more than a dozen times, he had changed different locations and used different methods, but he couldn't make the ghost hand merge with himself.

This time, the situation seemed to be different, and under the influence of the surrounding environment, this ghost hand finally began to absorb the ice aura.

But soon, before Duan Hanyuan could be happy, a mouthful of cold blood spurted out of his mouth.

There was a sharp pain in the dantian, a strong feeling of discomfort, which made him feel like he wanted to be unconscious.

He didn't expect that the original icy aura, after the ghost hand flowed into the dantian, the aura changed from ice blue to blue-black, as if it had been stained with blood.

This blue-black cold air was much colder than before, with an inexplicable killing intent, as if it was about to devour all living beings.

He pursed his lips to keep himself from losing more blood.

In pain, Duan Hanyuan unconsciously laughed at himself.

He, the owner of the Moyi Mansion that everyone feared, was just a weak ant in front of the mysterious voice in his head.

If it weren't for that voice, he wouldn't have openly rebelled against the Hongyuan Empire, and he wouldn't have abandoned his glorious and wealthy prince and come to this filthy country to send people under the fence, just to ask for something that people treat as garbage!

The world has too much misunderstanding about himself, he doesn't really have any obsession with the throne, he does it just to complete the task assigned by the mysterious voice, so that he can get a chance to live when the world is destroyed.

That mysterious voice often shows Duan Hanyuan a fantasy realm, which is a world where people, gods, demons, ghosts and other forces are mixed, in that world, the human race is livestock, an ant-like existence, and only by attaching to other forces in advance can he live with dignity in that world.

That mysterious voice allowed Duan Hanyuan to join his camp and gain the same power as himself, but only if he completed the task he had assigned.

The Great Leader of the Mountain Ghost Country has collected an ancient stone plate, and Duan Hanyuan's purpose here is to get it.

The strong obsession made Duan Hanyuan endure pain again and again.

Now he feels so much better.

After a while, Duan Hanyuan's ears trembled, and there was a strange movement in the cave.

The frozen bats began to tremble their wings, breaking the ice crystals on their bodies and letting out a hissing and piercing scream.

One by one, they woke up to the cries of their kind.

Duan Hanyuan felt the discomfort in the dantian slowly disappear.

He stood up and looked back at the bats.

I saw that the bats had already flown up, and around this cold abyss, it was like his little minions.

The bat's pupils were no longer jet black, but the same black-blue as the aura in Duan Hanyuan's body.

Duan Hanyuan had a feeling in his darkness that he seemed to be able to control these bats and give orders to them.

"Go!" he pointed to the exit of the cave, and the bats did as they did and flew out of the cave.

However, the bodies of these bats are too fragile, they are neither fierce beasts, nor have any spirituality, and they originally hid in caves, but they have survived a blizzard.

As soon as the wind blew, the bat's body was directly blown away, decomposing into countless ice cubes.

Duan Hanyuan's eyes stared at the ice in the sky, the new ability brought by this ghost hand made him feel both surprised and delighted.

Originally, his spells could only freeze the opponent's body, and if he wanted to hurt the opponent's soul, he needed to rely on poison.

It's a pity that he is not a top master of poison making, and for cultivators of the same level, poison art can only be said to be average.

Now this ghost hand can dementor the soul, freeze the opponent's body and soul, and then use it for his own drive.

In the cavern behind him, there was a low and muffled roar.

Duan Hanyuan turned his head and saw two red flames slowly floating from the depths of the cave.

When the flames were exposed to the snow, he found that it was an adult snowthorn bear, brownish and black, with long sharp spines on its back and arms.

Duan Hanyuan looked at it, his ghost hand lightly clenched his fist, revealing a sly smile......

............

Snow City, the General's Mansion.

According to the information obtained from the reconnaissance of the silver-maned beast, the large camp where Ye Ling had fought a fierce battle had long been abandoned, and those mountain ghosts should have been withdrawn long before the blizzard appeared.

Ye Ling was not surprised by this.

Duan Hanyuan will inevitably find a place to recuperate from his injuries, seeing that the surrounding mountain ghost tribes are destroyed one by one, it is impossible for him to wait for death on the spot. ”

General Hua nodded knowingly, "Let's assume now that the time of their retreat is the day Ye Ling raided them, and soon a snowstorm will start to appear, and they will definitely be stationed somewhere within this range." ”

The general circled a range with his fingers.

Of course, this range cannot be very precise, for Hong Yuanjun, beyond the old camp, there is an unknown area ahead, the terrain of that area is different, and the speed of the march is also very different.

"Then let's continue with our reconnaissance mission. Chen Yuansheng took the initiative to ask.

"Well, that's the only way, we have to start a large-scale war before the blizzard stops, and the mountain ghost clan can't resist us in the blizzard. General Hua said.

"Subordinates take orders!" Chen Yuansheng immediately went back to prepare.

Ye Ling couldn't act with them this time.

He was researching how to make the Abyss Stone Lotus into an elixir and distribute it to all the soldiers in the army.

It would be too wasteful to use the stone lotus directly, even if the stone lotus was growing at a rapid rate, it would be impossible to supply an army of tens of thousands of people to eat.