The cold wind is howling, the snow is falling, and as far as the eye can see, it is all white, and the heavens and the earth seem to be connected together, and they want to join forces to strangle the people who walk between the heavens and the earth.

In the snowstorm, there was a faint black dot moving, and when I got in, I realized that this black dot was a person with snow in a cloak.

He walked alone in the wind and snow, his head and body were white, and even a layer of ice beads hung on his eyebrows. ，

The wind blew and could not lift his icy clothes.

This person, who is almost about to turn into a snowman, is Mo Qing who followed the abbot of the Hanging Temple and the old monk through many city teleportation arrays to arrive here.

was frozen into this appearance, in fact, he brought it on himself.

He has always liked snow, and the moment he stepped into this Arctic Iceland, his heart was filled with joy, and he walked all the way without any mana.

Originally, the power of these ice and snow is not small, especially the further you go to the middle of Arctic Iceland, the more powerful the wind and snow will be, if you don't use mana to protect your body, even people in the Dan stage can't stand it.

However, these are nothing to Mo Qing, who has already completed the "Fudo Ming King Sutra", except for looking a little embarrassed on the outside, these winds and snows cannot cause him the slightest trouble.

And as long as he is willing, he only needs to release a little bit of the red lotus karmic fire in his body, and these things on his body will naturally disappear into nothingness.

Originally, he was actually flying in the air, but as the distance increased, the power of the forbidden air here became stronger and stronger, and finally he had to stop and walk step by step on the road.

Thinking of it, the old monk Mo Qing was a little helpless, this old monk whose strength had reached the stage of transforming into a god, after entering the forbidden space, said nothing and didn't go forward.

also said that he was only responsible for sending Mo Qing here, and someone would pick him up for the rest of the way.

As a result, it has come to this point, and Mo Qing has not seen anyone who has come to greet him, and the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

Looking at the performance of the old monk before, he should be very familiar with the Hanji Palace, otherwise, he would not personally send himself here for the holy daughter of the Hanji Palace, who is not thousands of miles away, but how is it about to arrive, and it will become like this?

Mo Qing secretly slandered in his heart, and at the same time, he also had some gossip in his heart.

The Hanging Temple is basically all men, and I heard that most of the people in the Hanji Palace are women, so it could be this old monk uncle......

Mo Qing smiled inauthentically.

The wind and snow in the sky suddenly became several times bigger, blowing off the ice skates on Mo Qing's hair, and just when he was about to say something, he looked up and was shocked to find that a woman dressed in white appeared in the wind and snow at some point.

She just stood quietly in the air in the wind and snow, if it weren't for her black hair, it would be eye-catching, and the whole thing would have melted into the wind and snow.

She appeared for no reason, but not abruptly, as if she had just arrived, and as if she had always been there.

She stood there, and the wind and snow around her, which had been blowing indiscriminately, seemed to become centered on her at this time, rolling away in all directions.

And she herself is like an ice queen.

Mo Qing was a little stunned for a while, then reacted, took two steps forward, bowed and saluted: "Mo Qing, a disciple of the Hanging Temple, has seen the predecessors of the Cold Pole Palace!"

Although he didn't look up, Mo Qing could also feel that as his voice sounded, the woman's gaze had already shrouded him, giving him the feeling that it was actually a little colder than the raging ice and snow!

After a long while, that gaze was withdrawn, and Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief slightly, this is definitely a character in the god transformation stage!

"Why do you still have your hair?"

Mo Qing, who originally thought that the woman would ask about some other things, couldn't help but cry and laugh when she heard the woman ask like this, although she felt a little strange in her heart, Mo Qing still hurriedly replied: "The junior is a lay disciple of the Hanging Temple, and he is not allowed to shave." ”

After his voice fell, the woman did not answer, but was slightly silent for a while, and after a moment said, "What about that bald donkey, why didn't you come?"

Mo Qing couldn't help but be happy in his heart, and said in his heart, I am afraid that you are the only one who dares to call the old monk uncle like this.

Then Zhengse said: "After Uncle Shi sent the kid to Arctic Iceland, he returned it." ”

"Hmph, Wuchen, you bald donkey, you have the courage to come to my Arctic Iceland, but you don't dare to show up, so many years of cultivation have made you cultivate into a shrunken turtle!"

After listening to Mo Qing's words, the middle-aged woman suddenly opened her mouth and shouted.

The sound rumbled, like thunder, rolling in all directions, the wind and snow rolled, and for a time the whole island echoed "dustless...... Dust-free ...... You bald ass...... Bald Ass ...... Turtle with a shrunken head...... Echoes of the turtle ......".

Although he was shocked and his heart fluctuated, and he almost sat on the ground without paying attention, Mo Qing's heart was still happy.

Uncle Shi, a serious old monk, may really have something to do with the woman in front of him, otherwise he would not be scolded like this......

The sounds of the stirring around gradually subsided, and there was no response except for the sound of the cold wind passing by and the snow falling.

There is only a middle-aged beautiful woman with a frosty face, and a Mo Qing who is burning with a raging fire of gossip.

"Hmph, don't come if you have the ability!"

The woman snorted again, then waved the sleeves of her robe, and a large stream of wind and snow rolled out, wrapping around Mo Qing, who was looking forward to watching a big play, and disappeared directly into the vast wind and snow......

In Iceland in the North Pole, behind a thick silver tree, the space fluctuated, revealing an old monk with a wry smile on his face, who was the dustless old monk who told Mo Qing that he would go back to the Hanging Temple first.

He shook the wide monk's robe, looked at the direction where the voice came from before, smiled bitterly, and said in a low voice: "You are so old, and your temper is still so hot......"

The voice lagged behind, and after a few moments, it disappeared again.

In the crystal-filled Arctic City, in a residence specially designed to entertain foreign guests, two black-clothed men from the Shadow Pavilion sat opposite each other, with strange expressions on their faces.

After releasing three prohibitions and making sure that no one could hear their conversation, he spoke: "Wuchen? Isn't that the abbot of the Hanging Temple? What's the matter? Even he came?"

"It should be, but I vaguely heard that the old monk seems to have something to do with the palace master of the Cold Pole Palace, Han Qicheng, and now it seems that this rumor is very likely to be true. ”

"What does it matter, we just need to do our task well, Bai Yujing is about to be born, time is running out, no matter what, we have to enter the frost cave this time!"