Time flies by.

Time flies by like a river, and in the blink of an eye, six years have passed.

In the extreme north of the fairy spirit continent, the scattered snowflakes flying all over the sky, like pieces of white fluff, are fluttering and floating on the fairy land.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, it was blue like a great curtain, covered with the light of dust, obscuring the sight of the people, and the hurricane howled like a wolf, more terrifying than the howling of a terrible ghost.

Far North! Glaciers!

The history of the existence of the Immortal Spirit Continent is no longer exquisite, even if Lu Chen has flipped through the classics that cannot be left by his predecessors during his six years of retreat and cultivation, he can't find the slightest clue from them, the time is 800 years ago, and no one has improved any of the classics before. It seems that the events of 800 years ago have disappeared into history since then.

The towering glacial canyon, with the rock walls on both sides so high that it is impossible to see where the end is, is only a huge canyon filled with wind blades, which extends under the smooth cliff face, and slowly closes in front of it until it closes tightly. The whimpering wind created a huge gravitational pull, sucking fist-sized snowflakes swirling and flying in the air into the canyon, and the storm raged even more violently.

Chilly!

The cold wind blew on the body, like invisible needles that could not be seen clearly, even the thickest suede and thick armor could not resist.

In the valley of the glacier, which is rarely visited all year round, directly south of the entrance of the canyon, a group of dense black spots slowly appear on the cold wind and snow and the silvery white earth. From far to near, the black dots slowly grew larger, and the group of black dots was roughly divided into six teams, each of whom used the thickest fur fleece to cover himself.

Being able to walk to the entrance of the canyon, it is obvious that the teams that came are all masters with the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth. However, even if these people are arrogant in the Xizhou Continent, they don't dare to waste even a little mana easily when they reach the periphery of the Glacier Valley, after all, the hurricane in the Glacier Valley is something that even the masters with the late stage of the Jindan realm dare not underestimate.

The black dots finally came to the entrance of the canyon, and the people in felt hats raised their heads and suddenly showed sharp eyes. When the faces appeared from under the felt hats, they were the ancestors of the six major sects in Xizhou, as well as the masters of the sect. Among them, the leader of the team on the right is none other than Lu Chen.

Today's Lu Chen is wearing a thick white velvet coat, revealing an embellishment-like bronze delicate face, six years have passed, his eyes are deeper, his eyebrows are slightly rough, wrapped in a fox fur coat, his body has been burly for a long time, and his solemn face has a majestic and domineering attitude that people dare not underestimate.

"Boss, it's cold. At this time, a slightly curved figure ran over from the side, it was Zhuang Wenyuan who came with him.

After six years of changes, Zhuang Wenyuan reached the realm of the middle stage of Jindan, but he still did not have the qualifications to enter the glacier. Xu Jin, Mu Yuanqing, Tie Shan, and Tai Xiaohu, including Chen, didn't follow, if he hadn't come to see the world alive or dead, Lu Chen wouldn't have paid attention to him at all.

When he arrived at the glacier, Zhuang Wenyuan knew deeply that this place was far from being within his reach now, and Zhuang Wenyuan, who was cold and pale, was clever and trembled: "Boss, it's too cold, I'd better go back." By the way, Boss, if there's something good in there. But you have to think about my little brother. ”