In this snowstorm, his whole body was crushed under the snow, unable to move, and the cold air around him also followed the color of the snow and silently integrated into his body.

These made him almost tremble, and a breath of cowardice appeared on his body, which was in the east snow, right on his body, and suddenly dispersed.

Snow is like mist, and the confusion in it can make people ponder, and when you think about it, you will find that at this moment, the confusion in your eyes will be extremely rich.

Right in front of me, the snow in the middle of winter seems to have a clear singleness, like the autumn maple leaves, with a lonely atmosphere, accompanied by the wind and scattered on the earth.

But it is like the four seasons, the changes of the quarter at that moment, they are like a sea of people, which can lead to the wonder of a quarter, because of this, there is a reversal in the snow in the middle of winter, there will be unknown people, inexplicable changes.

Rumble!

The roar came out, but it was covered by the east snow in the middle of winter, and the strong sound was so that others could not notice that it belonged to the roar.

And it may be a person's loneliness, like a lonely moon drinking bitter wine, and with silent complexity, if it has eyes, there is envy and yearning in it, which others can't understand.

Now, it has become a lonely person under the moon, lonely in the moonlight, and in the loneliness, it carries some complexity, that back, with some depression.

After a while, I saw Xin Lan panting, the whole person sat down, and fell on the snow on the side, he looked very weak, panting for breath.

He condensed almost all of his cultivation, and used his palm to slam his palm, with a strong heat, turning into a ray of light, and with the blazing light, he melted the ice and snow, making the ice and snow pressed on his body...

It exploded with a 'boom' and turned into snowflakes in the sky.

Xin Lan's body is weak, even if he runs the exercises, I am afraid it will be difficult to restore his physique to the peak.

This is the real reason why he has not really stepped into the door of the Broken Spirit Refining until now, and he has never been able to step into the refining body.

At this moment, Xin Lan was extremely weak, and his cultivation seemed to be exhausted, and the cold forced him, making his whole person as if he was living in the cold ice, and his every move was carried with heavy shackles, almost making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Xin Lan pondered for a moment, and did not run the exercises to resist, but went out to find a safe place and sat down cross-legged to recover his strength.

Even if he can't use cultivation, meditation has been a habit for a long time, whether he has cultivation or not.

If you are exercising, you can meditate on your cultivation and attain refinement, and when you don't have it, you can make the meditating person clear and restore one's state to a certain extent.

"This snow is still falling, if it weren't for the reason why He Lao arranged the formation, it would be a little weird!"

Xin Lan's eyes opened with a hint of doubt.

Immediately, Xin Lan was silent for a while, looking at the standing glacier, and at that moment, he found that just above the glacier, the top position, there were traces of melting.

He still vividly remembers that when he first saw the glacier, the top position was a spire with an ice peak, but now it is a flat peak.

Xin Lan looked at the front of him, and moved forward with some caution, taking the avalanche just now, maybe it was an accident, but if his cultivation was worse, I am afraid that he would probably be stoned to death by ice and snow.

Not to mention, like now, there is still a breath of air.

It's a stroke of luck and a warning.

He also knew in his heart that his location was still within the scope of He Xiaotian's formation, and he could save his life when he was in danger, and how much He Xiaotian intervened.

Thinking of this, Xin Lan bowed deeply towards the location of the room.

Xuanqing has taught many times, keeping promises for people, taking oneself as the principle for cultivation, retreating according to the situation in case of trouble, and thanking for salvation, whether the other party cares or not, this is the principle of the heart.

Things can be excessive, but the bottom line of one's own heart must not be crossed, which is a kind of restraint on oneself.

Xin Lan's current speed is much faster than the first one, maybe he is in good shape, and soon he came to the halfway up the mountain, and after walking once, he already has some familiarity with the road here.

Xin Lan stood halfway up the mountain, and from his angle he could see that under the glacier in front of him, there was some snow with some special colors on it, and the location of the hut seemed to be the core of the whole world, and its color was the most special.

Instead, he looked at the glacier above, and the moment he saw it, he was shocked.

He could feel a different kind of cold air from the glacier above, and there was a strong crisis in his heart, as if telling him that he must not step into the front, which was unprecedented for him.

In silence, Xin Lan closed her eyes and meditated on her whole body, not thinking about these things.

Time flies, two days have passed.

In the past two days, Xin Lan could barely walk some distance, but after rounding around some places, he had to take a cautious rest for some time and grope the road ahead, so that it would be another two days.

Sure enough, in the place in front of him, the cold was even more serious, and Xin Lan's body was trembling in the wind, but after many blows, he already had some habits, and he didn't tremble like he did at the beginning.

Moreover, he also found that the power of the shattered spirit in his body was stimulated.

On this day, Xin Lan was only a little distance away from the glacier, but if he was not careful, it was very likely that his whole person would fall from the glacier, the glacier was hundreds of feet, mortals would definitely die if they fell, and as for the monks, they would also be seriously injured.

Call!

The cold wind blew violently, and Xin Lan's body was uncomfortable, and the whole person seemed to be blown up, but he gritted his teeth, and the whole person walked forward against the wind, his hands grabbed the ice and snow tightly, and the buckle was almost bleeding.

The wind was still blowing, but Xin Lan was already drowning, he walked forward against the cold wind, and he had already suffered some injuries in his body, but he still gritted his teeth and walked forward.

The moment he stood on the glacier, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down directly, meditated and regained his spirit.

At the same time, the wind blowing from the outside world seems to be not so strong, nor is it so cold, blowing on people's bodies, but there is a feeling of adaptation.

Time passes slowly.

Xin Lan's eyes opened, he was still sitting there cross-legged, but from his position, he could see the existence of almost the entire grassland in front of him, the existence of one place after another, all kinds of creatures and all kinds of changes in all directions.

It seemed to be in front of his eyes, his eyes shrank sharply, and his eyes were full of intense light, but they only seemed to understand.

He only realized part of it.