Originally, the north side of Baishan was not the first climbing route chosen by high-level monks, and Wang Xuan had this kind of courage.

Walking up for another day, Wang Xuan began to transport the body protection qi to protect against the cold, and for another day he began to swallow the fifth-order Wen Qing Dan to keep out the cold, it is estimated that there are more than minus 200 degrees, on the north side of the White Mountain, it is difficult for even the Yuanying monks to come up at such a height, or when they reach such a position, they have to turn their heads and walk back, and if they continue to go up, in addition to the temperature will drop significantly, they are also risking their lives.

Wang Xuan insisted on continuing upward, and for another day, he let go of his divine sense to search, and found three red bright spots at different heights, in this environment, it could only be a blood lotus.

It seems that the direction chosen is still wise, but Wang Xuan has reached the limit of defending against the cold at this moment, and he thinks that he will pick a blood lotus no matter what, and he can't go home empty-handed, so he insists on continuing to go to the nearest red dot.

Two hours later, it was finally closer, it was indeed a bunch of blood lotus flowers with a whole body of crimson and exuding aura, it was not easy for Wang Xuan to support it until now, if he hadn't discovered this goal, he might have given up and continued to go up, and he would have already gone down the mountain.

Overjoyed, he plucked this blood lotus flower and put it in the storage ring, and then naturally turned his head and went down the mountain, went back quickly, and retreated without being hurt by the transition.

Although he felt that he couldn't support it anymore, after picking this blood lotus, a large amount of heat was released from his body, which slightly relieved a trace of the cold.

At this moment, there was a sound of "click! click" nearby, and a moment later, a fifty-meter-tall transparent ice-like monster appeared in front of him, and a chill swept over, with the breath of a fifth-order demon beast.

Wang Xuan immediately thought that this was a unique creature on the top of the White Mountain, called the Cold Beast, which was condensed from extremely cold things, and although the spiritual intelligence was not high, the cold qi released by itself was terrifying to the extreme.

Cold beasts can only survive in extremely cold places, and cannot leave the cold environment, and it is rumored that there is this kind of cold beast on the top of the White Mountain, but no one has ever seen it.

I don't know if Wang Xuan is lucky or unlucky?

This fifth-order cold beast rushed over as soon as he saw Rao's breath, and the cold air almost froze Wang Xuan under the body, and at the moment when the cold beast pounced, Wang Xuan had already sacrificed the green bone sword, ox bone sword, and bear bone sword in his hand, but as soon as he flew halfway, he was frozen by the cold breath exhaled by the cold beast, and he could no longer move forward an inch.

Originally, he couldn't delay here, but he actually encountered a cold beast, and the three fifth-order high-grade flying swords were useless, and Wang Xuan's heart was cold to the freezing point.

The cold beast seemed to be enraged, and after freezing the three flying swords, it then rushed over, raising a mountain-like slap and about to slap it down, as if the cold air was about to freeze Wang Xuan's whole person.

At the critical juncture, Wang Xuan's forehead was flushed with red light, and a fierce sword flame flew out, directly cutting off the head of this cold beast, rolling aside, the arm of the cold beast stopped in mid-air, unable to fall, Wang Xuan also took advantage of the heat of this fire sword to slow down, and his body seemed to drive away the cold slightly.

The next moment, the body of the cold beast was shattered, and the fine slashes were scattered all over the ground, and the three flying swords that were frozen in the air also fell, and in the slender ice slashing, a large ice pill with four fists together flashed brightly, and the body was transparent, and the cold was cold.

It seems that this cold beast inner pill is actually a fifth-order spiritual object, Wang Xuan quickly put away the ice pill, and the chill in his tentacles penetrated through his heart, and he shivered unnaturally.

Quickly picked up the three flying swords, and then fled down the mountain, with a trace of enthusiasm from the fierce sword flame just now, and ran all the way.

An hour later, the chill hit the whole body again, and even the movements were a lot slower, Wen Qingdan had no effect at all, and it was no longer effective to swallow it continuously in a short period of time.

Wang Xuan was in a hurry, and spewed out a golden fire knife forward, turning into a flame channel, and he drilled into it, and immediately a warmth hit his whole body, relieving a lot.

With the heat of this golden fire knife flame, Wang Xuan flew down for another two hours, but fortunately, the downward chill suddenly subsided, and Wang Xuan spewed out another golden fire knife, bathed in flames, and quickly escaped for two hours.

After three days, he returned to the warm halfway up the mountain, and began to see many monks looking for spiritual grass, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

Although there is no irreversible damage to the body due to the extreme cold, it will take half a year to adjust to return to normal.

Wang Xuan found a hidden cave halfway up the mountainside, and after the cave entrance was forbidden, he began to meditate and recover, to expel the cold in his body, the sooner the better, to avoid leaving hidden dangers.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye, Wang Xuan looked inward, his body fully recovered, and this time he came out to harvest a blood lotus, and also got a fifth-order ice pill, mainly because he did not leave any physical damage.

Including Yuanying Monk, even if he didn't get the blood lotus, he would have to recover for a few years when he came back, because he had a fire source and fire attribute spells, and he used the law, it was indeed not easy to be able to retreat with his whole body.

Wang Xuan drove the green vine boat and flew down the mountain, it was time to turn back to the Blood Lotus Chuxue Cave Mansion in Nanzhao City, and the next step was naturally to use the Blood Lotus to crack the fate tribulation and break through the realm.

Just when the Qingteng Boat flew to the foot of the White Mountain, a roar came from the direction of the Baishan Canyon, mixed with Rao's screams and shouts.

In a quarter of an hour, Wang Xuan's divine sense found that a forty-meter-tall fifth-order white bear in front of him was chasing a group of Terran monks, and many monks had already been killed by it, and after biting off their necks and drinking blood, they were still on the side, and then chased after other monks.

There are five monks running in front, two Zifu and three Zhuji, and the three Zhuji monks have all reached the late stage of foundation building, and when they are fleeing for their lives at this moment, their cultivation is higher, they run faster, and the chance of escape is correspondingly greater.

However, at this time, at the speed of the fifth-order white bear, even the two Purple Mansion cultivators were in a catastrophe, it was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, a moment later, the white bear had already chased behind the last late-stage foundation building monk, raised a heavy slap, and smashed it down with his head and face.

Seeing that this Zhuji was not in danger, a green bone sword next to him flew in, roaring and flying towards the white bear, the white bear was not ambiguous, gave up the Zhuji monk, and slapped the flying sword away, but it was also a shake.

At this moment, the oxbone sword flew in, and the white bear opened his mouth and roared, and a wave of qi lifted the flying sword away, dodging the attack of the neighboring two swords.

Before the white bear could see the person attacking him, the bear bone sword appeared out of thin air and stabbed at the white bear's head, and the white bear opened its big mouth, and another shocking wave of qi struck the flying sword crookedly, stabbing obliquely into a large stone next to it.

Before the white bear could get angry, a golden fire knife had already shot into the white bear's mouth, and the fierce wind that the white bear waved his left arm before he died was resisted by the golden fire order diagram on Wang Xuan's chest.

As soon as the fifth-order white bear soul flew out, it was killed by the second golden fire knife.

When the Tsukiji monk and the other four monks who had escaped death heard the strange noise and looked back, they didn't feel stunned, only to see a young monk smashing the fifth-order demon beast White Bear like a cloud.

Wang Xuan quickly put away the white bear's body and his own flying sword, only to hear the monks thank them repeatedly, "Thank you seniors for saving your life!"

Although Wang Xuan looked like he was only about twenty years old, his strength could be seen that he should be a high-level monk, either Jin Dan or Yuan Ying.

Wang Xuan waved his hand and asked a few people about the situation.

It turned out that these people were family monks at the foot of the White Mountain, who had been picking spiritual grass around the White Mountain all year round and looking for spiritual fruits, but they did not dare to go to the White Mountain Canyon.

This time, when a group of twelve people were searching for spiritual grass at the foot of the mountain, a fifth-order white bear suddenly ran out, which had never happened before, and the twelve people had no room to fight back, so they could only desperately flee for their lives, and those with low cultivation were killed by the white bear one after another, if it weren't for Wang Xuan's action, the last five people would never have the possibility of escaping.

"This white bear is from the White Mountain Valley, right?" Wang Xuan asked, thinking so in his heart.

"It seems that it should be, but the white bear in the White Mountain Canyon has never run out of the canyon, I don't know why this time!" said a middle-aged Purple Mansion monk with palpitations.

Of course, Wang Xuan didn't know the reason at the moment.

"Since the cluster is so dangerous, you better go back quickly, and don't come to this place in the future!" Wang Xuan looked at the embarrassed five people.

"Yes, we don't dare to come again, this time thanks to the seniors who saved our lives!" The middle-aged Zifu said, and the five of them clasped their fists together.

"Go ahead!"

The five of them turned around and just wanted to leave, but suddenly turned their heads in unison, "I don't dare to forget the life-saving grace of my seniors, dare to ask what my seniors are called?"

"You don't have to be like this, I'm a monk of the Dan Sect of Nanzhao Kingdom, you can go quickly, another white bear is not easy to mess with!" Wang Xuan smiled and waved his hand.

The five of them had no choice but to fly and run.