Gusts of wind blew indiscriminately, sometimes from the left, sometimes from the right, sometimes from the front.

[Ran^Text^Library] But the surroundings are obviously closed, how can there be such a chaotic air disturbance.

There are also drops of ice water, dripping on the body, cold and biting.

It is also strange that the temperature of the water will not fall below zero, but the droplets of water that fall are colder than ice, at least minus thirty or forty degrees.

The tattered down jacket during the fight with the snowman is completely unable to stop the yin wind, let alone the dripping ice water.

If this is an ordinary person, he will have to be frozen through more than ten seconds.

The crowd walked forward quickly, and slowly, the evil path deviated from the ice and completely sank into the dirt.

The continent of Antarctica, known as permafrost, is as hard as rock.

The chopping with the knife and axe only leaves a shallow mark.

Boom!

He slammed his hand into the permafrost like a steel nail into the dirt, and then slammed it outward, snapping off a fist-sized piece of frozen soil, and threw it backwards in the direction of the ramp.

I only heard that the frozen soil flew for about ten meters, and then slammed into the frozen soil.

"The back road is blocked!"

Li Sheng said softly.

"Don't think about it so much! Just keep up!"

Mingzhen spread his voice to everyone.

In the sky, there was neither moon nor stars, and it was dark and there was no light.

Li Sheng took a light touch of his hand, and the bricks poked a hole like scattered sand.

"The affairs of the cultivation realm cannot be judged according to the scientist's set of judgments! Let's move on, I want to see what demons and evil there are!!"

The monk was quite calm.

The village is not very big, from east to west, it is only four or five hundred meters.

"It seems that we can't fly!

Li Sheng jumped over, didn't jump to five meters, and fell down again.

There is no wind around, and you can't feel the aura of heaven and earth, this place is like a dry world, without the slightest vitality.

As they walked, they scanned the surrounding houses, trying to see if there was anything special.

However, everything is very ordinary, like a very ordinary village in ancient China.

The paper and trees were rotting like black charcoal and could not be identified, and there was nothing in the village to display information.

That is, until they found a stone monument in the center of the village.

A corner of the stele is gone, the stele is mottled, and it is engraved with twisted and swirling characters, neither Chinese nor foreign, some of which resemble hieroglyphic oracle bones, but they do not correspond.

"Please read it to us!"

Ming Zhen said solemnly.

The stakes are so high that he can't afford not to be solemn.

"No! The stele is not strong enough to be touched by hand!"

Mingzhen hurriedly grabbed the hand of the coiled axe.

The monk blew out a gentle breath and carefully brushed away the cobwebs and dirt.

"Yongping Village, established by the Divine Dynasty in 1,900 years, coincided with the great turmoil, and villagers from all over the country moved here. This place is remote, and it can be stable in troubled times, so the villagers settled here, and in due course, the villagers were led by Chi Zhuang, and the village was named Yongping Village. ”

The monk was relieved and read it slowly, and everyone was a little disappointed.

There is too little information, and there is only one god dynasty.

"Could it be that the Divine Dynasty still has something to do with India? How can it use ancient Sanskrit? ”

Mingzhen asked.

"Actually, Sanskrit is an ancient language, and in my guess, it should be forgotten in other places, only India has preserved!"

Monk Shiliu said.

Rubbing by, everyone ran forward quickly, the fire of spiritual power increased again, and faintly, the sound of everyone's rapid breathing could be heard.

Finally, the person who gave the laugh appeared in front of them, and everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

The dirt was a little dry, and from time to time it crumbled as the child fiddled with it.