If any native of Qingzhou City still breathes a sigh of relief at this time, I am afraid that they will never think that this desolate world with nothing but white ice and snow will be their favorite bustling city, where are the streets and alleys they are familiar with? Where are those high-rise buildings built by wealthy families? This lifeless place where not even a single bird or ant can be seen is really the water city that has been praised as a prosperous scene in other countries? It is true that some of the bells that adorn the tips of the tallest pagodas are still exposed in the snow, wailing in the wind, but they can easily be mistaken for the sound of the wind, or muffled by the sound of a more violent wind—when Qingzhou City is still the original Qingzhou City, such a strong, The devastating wind has never existed in the memory of the residents, they are familiar with the cool breeze sent along the eight rivers to relieve their heat, the residents of Qingzhou City love to sit under the willow trees along the river at dusk and enjoy the rich products of this state and even other states, because of the wealth of Qingzhou City, even ordinary residents can occasionally enjoy the ham of Yunzhou and the melon of Hengzhou, and now all this is gone, replaced by this terrible cold wind!

The young Yiren priestess spit out a cloud of white gas or nothing in the cold wind, the violent wind took away everything around her, but could not blow her at all, just as her body was not moved by the wind, her will was not blinded by the mutation of this Qingzhou City, she could feel the army of dead lurking below through several feet of ice and snow (they were frozen until today before they could go out that day), and she could also feel the corpses of the Chang family all over the ground through the protective wall that was still in operation but did not play the role expected by its master, and she could even feel the fear of the people of the Chang family at the moment of death, anger, remorse, and confusion, their emotions were frozen so well that even she was curious about what would happen once the thaw was lifted.

However, the biggest presence is still Qiyun Peak, and now its appearance is completely different from the past, the lower part of it has been submerged by the snow and ice carried by the wind, and now it looks like an ordinary, unremarkable snow mound, except for the size of the snowy hills, it looks like it is indistinguishable from other snow dunes in other places.

The priestess of the Yiren approached it step by step as she stepped on the snow that was still falling.

When she got close enough, she took it for granted that the man she was tracking had left, and she could already make out what was frozen in the massive structure hidden by the snow, and the frozen Death Worship Monks weren't even the most terrifying thing in comparison.

No, she knew that those monks were not dead, just as they were not alive, their will was still here, on the rotting corpses possessed by them, they all swore in front of their gods before they infiltrated Qingzhou, that they would not leave here if they did not destroy Qingzhou and did not get what they wanted for their gods. This is a very powerful oath, and it is difficult for those who do not believe in the worship of death to understand the severity of this oath, even the priestess of Yiren can only roughly understand that after taking this oath, these monks will only be "reincarnated" again and again on any corpse in Qingzhou City before they complete their war oath, no matter how much they possess it, whether they themselves want to continue it or not, they will only be "reincarnated" again and again on any corpse in Qingzhou City—yes, any one. That is, whether they will possess a dead rat after their eyes are black, or worse, possess themselves on a piece of rotten wood, that is probably only the slightest intervention of their god himself, in the case of great mercy.

It is conceivable that every Death Worship monk will frantically try to fulfill the will of their master under this endless torture, and when the need arises, the rat will automatically jump into the oil pot, and the rotten wood will fall down on its own to block the road, as long as they can serve their gods, there is nothing they dare not do, nothing cannot be done, they are not afraid of death, because compared to the horror of breaking the oath, how warm is eternal death!

In this case, the immortal family guarding Qingzhou City could not be their opponent at all, they could kill these monks a thousand times, ten thousand times, but they had the support of their gods, and they would always be able to be reborn in Qingzhou City ten thousand and one times, but the immortal family of Qingzhou City could not afford such a loss. It is true that there are several immortal true immortals in Qingzhou City, however, they are not united, and some people secretly collude with the Death Worship Sect, and they are as vulgar as mortals!

Since all the Death Worship monks were frozen here, in a state of immortality, their oath of war could not help them escape this catastrophe. Their oath was so strong that even if the True Immortals burned them to ashes, they would immediately reincarnate on any nearby corpse - even if the True Immortals could cremate every dead person and every dead mouse in Qingzhou City, could they still find every dead ant under the ground and burn it? But now the carrion corpses they possessed did not suffer any damage, they were just frozen and unable to move, even if their god approved their reincarnation, the entire Qingzhou was frozen to the extent that every dead ant in the ground was as hard as a brick.

If they release the news in time and find help from other places, they won't be able to save them in a short time, because the result of rashly rising the temperature will trigger the things suppressed under Qiyun Peak, and once the things that have been suppressed by the power of the immortal family in the whole Qingzhou are touched indiscriminately, the war oath will not be able to save them. The cunning Xiao Qianqiu left them with a hope, if they did nothing, as long as a hundred years passed - a very short time for the monks of the Death Worship Sect - the accumulated cold qi would naturally dissipate, and they would easily fulfill their vows and obtain what they wanted without doing anything, as long as a hundred years, as long as ...... During this time, Xiao Rushi's most vulnerable time, they didn't have the ability to hunt him down.

In other words, the price of Xiao Qianqiu's sacrifice of the few Qingzhou residents and almost all of the Xiao family who survived under the army of the dead was in exchange for Xiao Rushi's chance to survive, and as for whether what he was responsible for guarding would fall into the hands of the Death Worship Sect - he left it to others who God knows if existence exists.

The young priestess had neither sympathy nor condemnation for this, her mind racing rapidly, and the memories of her childhood and adulthood, mixed with many nightmares that she had long forgotten, kept flashing in her mind, and she could feel that some of them were not hers, but ...... She saw that she had attended the priests' meeting for the first time and offered sacrifices to the eight-handed god Guru, and in the blink of an eye, it was when she was attacking the people outside the mountain, and she was with the high priest to the god Guru, no, that was not the god Guru, and she was about to exhale this, and the eight hands dragged her all the way into the green abyss, and she felt a sharp spike in the back of her neck......

She let out a silent scream of one word, and suddenly found that both the Gruul God and the Green Abyss were gone, and she was in the midst of ice and snow that she had never seen before, and the cold snowflakes kept drifting onto her bare hands and legs.

Immediately, her horror was suppressed by a strong will that said to her, "Get out of here, quickly." ”

She turned around and walked out of the city.

Behind her, on Qiyun Peak, there was an ominous sound of squirrel, but it didn't take long for the faint sound to be drowned out by the wind of the raging cold wind again.