The hot molten slurry boiled endlessly, and only a huge unicorn corpse and a black-clothed young man were floating here, feeling the silence and monotony of the underground since ancient times.

At this moment, the Qilin's body was consumed in the flames, many circles smaller than before, and the surrounding molten slurry was still relentlessly devouring its remnants. There are two pitch-black caves in front, one with a strong flow and the other slowly, separated by a row of stone walls in the middle. The stump hit the stone wall, deflected to the side, and slowly drifted into the magma into the black hole.

Ji Yan was still in a coma, but he faintly felt that the temperature was getting lower and lower, and his speed was slowly slowing down. In a trance, someone was talking and talking, and his limbs were framed by something, and the dazzling light shot into his eyes, and he fainted again.

In the Far North Ice Sheet, severe winters occupy most of the year. The endless plains, several lonely mountains look at each other in the distance, telling their own loneliness and desolation.

A low mountain peak is extremely ordinary, and there is a thousand-year-old city built on the mountain. After thousands of years of transformation, this mountain has long bid farewell to the original desolation and chaos, and the houses and city walls continue to rise from the ground, and there is now this mountain city - Frost City.

Severe cold North Youzhou, where to worry.

The wind and snow always meet, a lonely city for thousands of miles.

A young man lined with a snow-white velvet coat, wrapped in a sky-blue robe, with long hair tied casually by a white silk ribbon, holding a scroll in his hand, reclined on the stone platform of the window eaves, enjoying the short sunlight.

Fair-skinned, slightly haggard Ji Yan looked at the scene of melting ice and snow outside the window, in the lively city, from time to time there were patrolling officers and soldiers nodding to him, Ji Yan showed a shallow smile, staring at his tight and loose right hand.

It's been a month, and I heard from the officers and soldiers that they came to Frost City with the help of a few people who were mining ore. The officers and soldiers found out that they were carrying the Tianjian Gate logo, so they were placed in the pavilion in the inner city to rest. Under the care of a special person, he only recovered half a month ago. Talking about his physical condition, Ji Yan smiled helplessly. He may have embarked on a lonely road with no one to refer to, and if he said that he was a monk in the Dan Dao period, there was a golden pill in the dantian that was slowly rotating, actively absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, but the little unicorn fell into a deep sleep again, and the true yuan transformed by the vitality was firmly controlled by the inner Dan in the Dan and could not be mobilized; The most puzzling thing is that there is a dark and dense dark cloud floating above the bitter sea, lightning and thunder, confronting the bitter sea.

Mixed blessings, Ji Yan entered the stage of the Dan Dao period and the bitter sea alchemy body, but there was no experience from the past, and he didn't know when he would walk into a dead end, and he would stagnate from then on. It is worth paying attention to the fact that the acupoint in the center of the eyebrows is now clearly visible, the vast ocean of the lake, the lake water is golden, green, and black, and black dominates. Now he could sense any slight fluctuation within a radius of several miles, and as soon as his mind moved, Qingping instantly unsheathed and floated beside him, exuding an icy chill.

It seems that the underground was in distress that day, and sure enough, it was Qingping Sword who finally helped him suppress his restless vitality, and the black true yuan in his body may be what it retained, right? Looking at Qingping flying beside him again, what is its origin, and why did it choose me?

Look at the hourglass, it is already noon, Ji Yan looks at the "Lonely Crane Tower" in the distance, thinks about a month of cultivation, only bitter water medicinal soup, although it has been opened to the valley, but still want to improve the life, you can't treat your tongue badly, so she no longer thinks about those troubles, jumped off the stone platform in one step, and walked out of the door.

Frost City is the only city in Youzhou, the whole hill is divided into the inner city and the outer city, the inner city is mostly the place where the cultivators and the officers and soldiers in the city live, and the outer city is where ordinary people live. The function of this city is to guard the extreme north and resist the invasion of ice monsters, and the monks in the city also come here to collect precious monster materials, so the crowd is complicated, and it can be called lively. Tasting the food, naturally going to the outer city, passing through the inner city, many people looked at this young man who was carried a month ago, and only knew that he was a person from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the rest knew nothing.

Occasionally, acquaintances greeted the officers and soldiers, and Ji Yan responded politely. They are all dressed in Xuan armor, with talismans engraved on the battle armor, and Xueliang sabers pinned to their waists, all of them are monks who have experienced a hundred battles, and the huge Frost City, from soldiers to city lords, are all monks, as if they are a sect.

Coming to the Lonely Crane Tower, Ji Yan touched the slightly bulging skin, which was specially borrowed from the pavilion, and walked in with great interest in order to satisfy his appetite.

Without further ado, Xiao Er took him to the second floor. Ji Yan was unceremonious, and ordered enough of the special famous foods here, jade elbows, roasted bear paws, and jade white jade pills...... Delicious delicacies filled the wine table, and I was happy to move the chopsticks by myself.

He was eating here, but he saw a fat monk wearing a brown and yellow robe and a face full of meat, looking at himself while drinking wine and eating meat, and he didn't care, and continued to eat his own.

Not long after, a person who looked like a Taoist priest came to the second floor under Xiao Er's obstruction, and kept saying that someone invited him to dinner. I saw that he was wearing a red robe of yin and yang gossip, but he was covered with hungry oil stains and could no longer see the red and white on the robe, only the oil was shiny and pitch black; he held a whisk with a lot of whiskers in his hand, and carried a small black gourd in one hand, with a cloak on his head, a tattered jade crown obliquely tied on a few strands of hair, and a white beard that was more than a foot long, full of wine, and extremely sloppy.

The crazy Taoist walked to the fat monk's table, smiled and was about to do it. The fat monk snorted in displeasure, pressed the ring knife on the table, stared at the Taoist, and asked angrily:

"Why!

The Taoist glanced at the monk twice, stared at the beef on the table, licked his lips, shook himself and said, "The forehead is angry, there will be a bloody disaster......

Ji Yan heard clearly on the other side, that person actually said this to the fierce monk, I am afraid that there will be more than one auspicious.

Otherwise, when the monk heard this, he jumped violently, his eyes widened angrily, he raised the knife on the table, and asked the Taoist: "Niubi, what did you say?"

The sloppy Taoist picked up a piece of beef, chewed it in his mouth, turned around and shook it slowly, not caring at all, and said vaguely: "Don't say good things twice......

On the side, the monk was kind enough to persuade him and reassure him from ordinary knowledge. Ji Yan looked at the crazy Taoist priest, and never thought that the four eyes would collide, and the Taoist priest saw the wine and food on the table, and his saliva flowed. Seeing that Ji Yan intended to dodge, the Taoist priest walked to the table in a few steps and joked:

"Donor, I see that your forehead is full, and you should be a rich and noble person......"

Seeing that he was still going to praise, Ji Yan hurriedly stopped with his hand, beckoned Xiao Er to add more dishes and chopsticks, and said to Lao Dao:

"Dao Chief, you're welcome, I can't finish eating alone, you and I are destined, let's eat together, don't say those flattering words. ”

The long man had already unfastened the waist buckle, shook off the back molars, and the food was like the flowing water of the Yangtze River, like the wind and clouds. Just heard Ji Yan's words, so he said vaguely:

"You are indeed on the Heavenly Star, this kind of person is rare in the world, and this Heavenly Evil Lone Star is even more unique......"

Without waiting for Lao Dao to finish speaking, Ji Yan almost choked on the rice, struggled to drink a few sips of soup, gasped, and asked:

"Dao Chief, what I should do is this Heavenly Evil Lone Star, what kind of rich and noble person is that?"

This old Taoist took down the hairpin that tied the crown, picked the crumbs of meat between his teeth with sharp parts, and pretended to be a pair of fairy wind crane bones, glanced at Ji Yan, and said with a flat mouth:

If the donor can resolve the tribulation one by one, the rest will naturally be a good thing, isn't it a great fortune?"

The first time Ji Yan saw someone like this, he felt that the old man was full of nonsense, just to eat a bite of food, so he no longer cared, and saw that the old man had to rely on other people's faces to live at this age, and he felt uncomfortable, so he kept picking vegetables for him, and gave him a few taels of broken silver.

"Donor, you must have just suffered a tribulation, right?" The Taoist saw Ji Yan send a silver tael, thinking that there was something to entrust, and put on a posture of eliminating disasters and solving difficulties, and said slowly.

"Oh, Dao Chief, can you see this?" Ji Yan was slightly shocked in his heart, not wanting this old Daoist to see that he had suffered a catastrophe before, so he asked curiously.

Lao Dao smiled, claiming to know everything in his past life and this life. Xiao Er, who was removing the dishes on the side, was not happy, and said to Ji Yan:

"Objective, you were carried back more than a month ago, and the whole city knows that he walks around the city every day, and these things have already been inquired through, don't take it seriously!"

Perhaps very disgusted with the old way, and didn't want the honest master in front of him to be deceived, Xiao Er then persuaded:

"Besides, your face is pale and haggard, anyone can see that you are recovering from a serious illness, and besides, which monk in Frost City is not a person who puts life and death out of the way, and after fighting, this old man is these words every time, and no one believes him!"

The old man didn't care, looked at Xiao Er, smiled, and said cheekily:

"Don't I have any new words down there, can't I finish reciting it first, you little erta is nosy......"

Xiao Er snorted and went downstairs to clean up.

Ji Yan didn't want to meet such a strange person today, and he was unhappy, but he was still polite to the old man.

The old Taoist sneered and said: "Donor, let's continue! You Yintang is black and white, and your life is full of bad luck, it is true that you are destined to commit a lonely star, but a little white in the black is where your vitality lies, remember!"

Lao Dao didn't forget to provoke Xiao Er, who came up to deliver the food again: "How about it, I haven't heard of this paragraph, new words, the donor listens to the excitement, and you have to satisfy the customer's ......"

...... Ji Yan was really unhappy in his chest, and several black lines had already been laid on his face, and he was about to have a seizure.

"Donor, look at it, your door is full of black lines, it seems that something murder is about to happen, you still have to plan early. Lao Dao buttoned his knotted beard and nodded.

Ji Yan clenched his chopsticks and said slowly: "What the Dao Chief said is extremely true, my bad luck can't harm the Dao Chief, I hope you will take the first step, how about it?"

Lao Dao's expression seemed to be really disgusted, he stood up, and replied slowly:

"Also, how can we be contaminated by bad luck, since we are full of wine and food, I will take my leave. ”

Watching Lao Dao go downstairs, Ji Yan's mood improved, thinking that the world is so big, all living beings are in various ways, and he doesn't want to have such a cheating person. was still sighing, but I heard the ethereal voice of the old way.

"Donor, the reputation of the Heavenly Sword Gate is not so loud in Frost City, be cautious in everything you say and do!"

The monk sitting opposite suddenly raised his head, glanced downstairs, and continued to eat meat.