How many monasticians can't wake up during retreat, leaving only the sigh of "ascension" for their descendants, but how many people know where they have ascended?

How far could that divine soul fly with the power alone? The countless violent energies of heaven and earth were enough to destroy them without leaving a trace!

On the rolling snow-capped mountains, a Taoist in Tsing Yi floated along, sometimes looking around, sometimes jumping up and down, as light as a snow leopard.

Xie Mingzhou has been walking for two days, the scenery of the snow-capped mountains and glaciers makes him not want to move forward, the white snow on the snow-capped mountains and the white clouds in the blue sky are connected, which makes people's hearts pure, and the crystal clear glaciers make people forget to return.

On the beautiful and colorful glaciers, the strange and various shapes of naturally generated ice sculptures make people feel as if they have entered a psychedelic dreamland, and the beautiful scenery of this day and this area always wants to make people sink!

The peaks on both sides of the glacier canyon, because of the erosion of the glacier for thousands of years, are even steeper, and when you look up, they are towering into the clouds, as if they are about to pierce the blue sky.

With such a terrain, even Xie Mingzhou didn't want to climb over it, he walked all the way along the canyon, and suddenly there was a "rumbling" sound behind him, as if ten thousand horses were galloping.

When he looked back, he couldn't help but be shocked, and the mountain peaks behind him were rolling down countless snow and ice blocks, and all the places he passed were submerged in the rising snow mist.

Xie Mingzhou didn't care about seeing this never-before-seen spectacle again, he picked up the Zhenqi and ran wildly towards the valley mouth, until he was out of the valley mouth for a mile or two, before he stopped and looked back, only to see the ice and snow surging out of the valley mouth, rushing out of the valley mouth in a dozen breaths, pouring out on the dry yellow ground.

Such a majesty made Xie Mingzhou couldn't help but be amazed, but on this snow-capped mountain, there were often such ice avalanches, and he no longer stayed on these, and continued to move towards the snow-capped mountains.

In less than half a day, the snowflakes floated again, perhaps because they were closer to the sky, and the snowflakes were larger than in other places, and after a while, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, and the blue sky and white clouds on a sunny day were covered with a gray curtain, and the snow could not stop for a while.

Xie Mingzhou carried spiritual power to glide on the snow, and in less than an hour he got out of the snowy mountain, and then walked through a forest, and saw a little girl in her teens grazing cattle and sheep on the grass not far from the woods.

Xie Mingzhou walked over to the little girl, who didn't run away or speak, just looked straight at him, her little black and red face was full of horror.

He asked softly, "What kind of place is this, little layman, and how far is it from the big city?"

The little girl shook her head blankly, still not saying a word.

Xie Mingzhou reacted at this time, she couldn't understand what she was saying. This little girl was wearing a leather jacket that she didn't know what fur was sewn casually, but in such a winter, she didn't even wear a pair of shoes under her feet, which made Xie Mingzhou feel extra pity for her.

He used his divine thoughts to directly send the sentence just now into the little girl's mind, this trick still relied on the skill of Yu Qianhe to comprehend, and it was not used much on weekdays, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

The little girl suddenly had this voice in her head, and before she could react to what was going on, she paused for a while, suddenly screamed, knelt on the ground and screamed "babbling wow".

Xie Mingzhou was also taken aback by this little girl, although he could use Shen Nian to transmit sounds, he would not use Shen Nian to "listen" to understand the meaning of others' words, and in this remote foreign country, there would obviously be no one who could understand Chinese.

He was about to say something to her again, but the little girl kowtowed, got up, and ran in the direction of the tent, and he slowly followed behind, wanting to see what she was going to do.

In front of the tent there was a man and a woman, all dressed in tattered leather jackets, and the man was chopping wood with a rusty knife, and the woman was squatting in front of a cow milking cows, and when she heard the little girl chirping as she ran, they all stopped what they were doing and stood up straight, looking in this direction.

The little girl ran to them and said hurriedly, obviously this man and a woman were her parents, the pair of men and women looked at Xie Mingzhou with puzzled eyes, and saw that he was wearing blue clothes, his whole body was clean, and his skin was not the color of black and red, so he hurriedly bent down deeply and saluted him.

The man bowed down and didn't know what to say, Xie Mingzhou used his divine thoughts to convey to him: "You don't have to be afraid, I am not a wicked person. ”

As soon as these words passed, the man quickly knelt down, and kept shouting something, and the woman and the little girl also knelt behind him, and the three of them did not even dare to raise their heads.

Xie Mingzhou was puzzled, how could they be so afraid of themselves, could it be that something had happened? Or did they not look like a good person? He hurriedly said to the man: "I am from the Central Plains, and I am going to Kunlun Mountain, do you know how to go?"

The man raised his head, but Xie Mingzhou found that he was not looking at himself, but at the continuous snowy mountains behind him, his eyes were full of awe, he lowered his head again, and muttered something in a more respectful voice.

Xie Mingzhou frowned, this is not a solution, he said to the man: "Aren't you here who can understand the Han dialect? ”

When the man heard this, he quickly got up from the ground, bent down and took a few steps backwards before letting go and running to a tent in the distance.

Xie Mingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there are people who can understand his own words, it will be easy to do, otherwise he will talk here alone for a long time, but he doesn't know what people are talking about, isn't it a waste of time?

It didn't take long for the man to bring an old man, who couldn't tell how old he was, but his dry black and red face was full of knife-like wrinkles, and he wouldn't be too young.

The woman and the little girl had been there, and the man and the old man were also going to kneel, Xie Mingzhou hurriedly waved the sleeves of his robe and whipped them all up, and several people didn't dare to look up at themselves.

Xie Mingzhou asked the old man helplessly: "Old man, I want to go to Kunlun Mountain from the middle of the original and don't know how to walk this road?" ”

The old man raised his head, looked at Xie Mingzhou and said, "May I ask if you came down from the snow mountain?"

"Yes, I've just come down from the snowy mountains, but I don't know where to go. ”

The old man looked more respectful, he lowered his head again and said: "They said that you are an immortal, I still have some doubts, but now at this time of year, you can easily climb over the Great Snow Mountain, and you can also transmit the voice into other people's minds, this is indeed a fairy!"

Xie Mingzhou felt very awkward, and he said softly: "Old man, I'm not an immortal, I'm just a cultivator." ”

The old man did not speak, but his gray head was still bowed.