[The Cold Ice Recipe (Qi Refining Chapter) has been successfully strengthened, and it has evolved into the Taiyin Cold Ice Technique (Qi Refining Chapter)]

Chen Lang clenched his fists to prevent himself from making a sound of ecstasy. It was already his fifth year as a handyman in the Xuanbing Palace, and he finally got ten low-grade spirit stones by chance, and strengthened the Cold Ice Technique into an even more powerful Taiyin Cold Ice Technique.

The Arctic snow region was extremely cold and the aura was thin, and before that, Chen Lang had never seen a spirit stone. The storage bag containing ten lower-grade spirit stones was found from a corpse, fifty miles away from the Xuanbing Palace, and no cultivator had ever been so close to the Heavenly Desolate Valley where the Xuanbing Palace was located.

The cold wind roared over the Arctic snowy region, and flying in the air in the wind would consume mana sharply, even if it was an earth immortal who had gone through the tribulation, it would reach the limit in eight hundred miles. Walking on the vast snow-capped mountains with both legs, the end is to lose your way and freeze to death in the long cold night.

When the body was found, it had been frozen into a hard stone, and his misfortune became Chen Lang's luck. Chen Lang was sure that these ten low-grade spirit stones would change his fate.

With both hands, he took out the Taiyin Cold Ice Recipe from the dark and inconspicuous furnace, which shrank to an inch in size, and shot into Chen Lang's eyebrows and disappeared.

Strengthen the furnace, the more valuable the item, the more spirit stones are needed for strengthening. The Taiyin Cold Ice Technique in Chen Lang's hand was only for Qi refining, and the follow-up exercises could not be obtained until he had made a breakthrough in cultivation.

In the Xuanbing Palace, only the head of the sect is a condensation stage monk, and the elder disciples are the highest in the late stage of foundation building, and they are all the nourishment of the head of the sect. The Cold Ice Technique is more like a demonic technique, and the head of the sect absorbs the cultivation of his disciples to suppress the dark wounds in his body for many years, so as to ensure that the realm will not fall. Even so, he fell from the late stage of the condensate to the middle stage of the condensate.

Cultivation is not necessarily a good thing, but if you don't make an inch of progress, your days in the Xuanbing Palace will be very sad. The countless old and new scars on Chen Lang's body are proof that Luo Mao, the miscellaneous deacon, often added his fists and feet, and in the past five years, Chen Lang saw ten people beaten to death by Luo Mao.

The appearance of the Taiyin Cold Ice Technique made Chen Lang realize that his opportunity had come, not only did he have to return all the pain he had suffered in the past five years to Luo Mao, but he also wanted to completely destroy the Xuanbing Palace!

He didn't want to become the nourishment of the master, and one day, his life was squeezed clean. He wants to control his own destiny and get out of the Arctic snow region where his aura is thin and go to a wider world.

Of course, the destruction of the Xuanbing Palace was not an overnight effort, and Chen Lang was not short of patience for this. But Luo Mao, he has a chance to get rid of it, but he has to plan carefully. And the most important thing at the moment is to cultivate the Taiyin Cold Ice Technique to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, so that when the opportunity comes, he can firmly grasp it.

"Bang!"

The bamboo door was suddenly kicked open, and after Chen Lang's pupils shrank, he rolled up the white bamboo slip in his hand and looked at the person as usual.

This man had lost one of his left eyes, which had been gouged out by the head of the house, and his ugly face was made even more terrifying by the dark and hollow eye sockets, and he stared at the bloodshot one-eyed, fierce expression giving people a strong sense of oppression.

There was a crackling sound, and Luo Mao whipped Chen Lang for no reason, making Chen Lang's face have another fresh blood mark. Chen Lang silently lowered his head and clenched his teeth, and the terrifying killing intent flashed in his eyes. The deferential attitude did not make Luo Mao's face soften, he gave Chen Lang another whip, and then turned around and walked out of the room, and a cold voice came from afar.

"Hunting!"

Hunt?

Chen Lang was stunned for a moment, the time was close to evening, this time to hunt?

Don't...... The miscellaneous disciples who went out hunting the day before yesterday still haven't returned?

Due to the thinness of the spiritual energy and the perennial snow cover, there was no kind of spiritual grass growing in the Arctic Snow Domain, and it was impossible to refine the Bigu Dan, so the disciples of the Xuanbing Palace could not cut off food. The food is in charge of the miscellaneous disciples of Nu, and going hunting in such a hurry can only mean one thing, the miscellaneous disciples who went out to hunt the day before yesterday are more than lucky, and the food is not enough to support until tomorrow morning.

Luo Mao kicked the door from room to room, drinking, whipping, screaming, Chen Lang even if he walked down the mountain, his ears were still filled with these sounds, Luo Mao took pleasure in abusing people, and the more painful he behaved, the more excited he became.

In fact, Luo Mao was just a microcosm of the disciples of the Xuanbing Palace, in the Xuanbing Palace, there were no mentally normal people to be found at all, everyone was on the verge of madness, and humanity was gradually lost.

After Chen Lang arrived at the cold bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain, several injured miscellaneous disciples ran down from the snowy mountain with a panicked face. Luo Mao followed unhurriedly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and waved his long whip from time to time, causing the miscellaneous disciples to tremble.

The wind blows the bamboo forest, the bamboo is a plant unique to the Arctic snow region, you can see it everywhere, the material used in the construction on the snow mountain is the bamboo bamboo, and it is also the food of the snow rabbit hunted by Chen Lang and others.

This animal that is not a monster beast cannot be kept in captivity by humans, otherwise there is no need to risk your life to go out hunting. And those miscellaneous disciples who failed to return to the Xuanbing Palace, nine times out of ten, they encountered demon beasts, and their lack of cultivation caused them to die in Huangquan.

Luo Mao had no intention of going to find those miscellaneous disciples, he led Chen Lang and the others to search for the traces of snow rabbits in several familiar areas, but when it was dark, they still found nothing.

It is not surprising that the snow hares in these areas have been hunted, and if you want to make a harvest, you have to go to unfamiliar areas. Luo Mao, who was resting for a short time in a cold bamboo forest, was in a heavy mood, and going hunting in an unfamiliar area meant taking a great risk, and it was very likely that those miscellaneous disciples who had lost contact with each other lost their lives for this reason.

But does he have a choice?

The disciples had no food, and he would undoubtedly die a miserable death.

Luo Mao sighed sadly, and suddenly, he woke up and found that the people around him were looking at him suspiciously, the nameless fire suddenly burned in his chest, Luo Mao's face became hideous and terrifying, and the whip made the miscellaneous disciples scream again and again.

After venting the anger in his heart, Luo Mao's mood was much lighter, he panted and glanced around, and found that Chen Lang had stayed away from him early, and was sitting alone in the corner and cultivating silently.

Luo Mao spat and walked towards Chen Lang, not to find trouble, but every time Chen Lang went out, he never returned empty-handed. Chen Lang must have traveled further afield, and he will definitely be able to solve this crisis.

Luo Mao didn't guess wrong, Chen Lang had thought about escaping from the Xuanbing Palace by going out hunting, but he didn't know where the border of the Arctic snow was at all, how could he succeed?

Exploring outward little by little, he finally came to the Xuanbing Palace fifty miles away and found the corpse of a cultivator. Rather than getting those ten low-grade spirit stones, Chen Lang hoped that this cultivator was still alive, so that he might be able to ask for a way out of the Arctic Snowy Region.

But if you think about it carefully, who would it be to risk life and death to enter the Arctic snowy region?

Regardless of whether people are good or bad, no signs of life is the safest for Chen Lang.

The way out of the Arctic snow can be obtained from the master, a hundred years ago, the villagers living in the Heavenly Desolate Valley did not know how to practice at all, until the arrival of the master, there was a Xuanbing Palace.

Xu Tian, the head of the Xuanbing Palace, fled in from the outside.