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Chapter 479: Heading South

The cold wind is like anger, the night is like a curtain, and the starlight is dim, it is the cold region of the extreme south, the shore of the South China Sea.

The sea in Antarctica has long been frozen, and there is an unknown depth of snow.

The little creatures, although they have a thick sebum, are choked by the cold here, shivering, avoiding the wind and snow blowing on the sea.

On the frozen sea, there is a middle-aged man in a white shirt, with an ordinary face, an ordinary figure, and ordinary clothes, but the elegant and indifferent temperament of the whole body makes everyone who sees him feel relaxed and happy, and between his eyebrows, there is a sword test that is invincible in the world.

Those who can come and go freely in Antarctica, the forbidden area of today's human beings, are naturally not ordinary people.

In fact, not only is he not an ordinary person, but he also has an extremely famous name: Ling Donglai!

The Supreme Grandmaster Ling Donglai!

This supreme grandmaster had already condensed the primordial spirit more than ten years ago, and his cultivation was leakless, and he was only one step away from shattering the void. Over the years, he has traveled around the world to explore the foundation of the road.

Now, he's in Antarctica.

Ling Donglai walked towards the sea, and where his footsteps touched, the snow that was nearly high was dissolved, and then swept away by the wind to both sides, revealing a passage.

After walking a long way, he did not stop until the depths of the sea, stretched out his hand and pointed to the sea, only to see a hole about the size of a bucket, appearing in the hard ice, deep and not knowing dozens of feet, reaching the bottom of the sea water that had not yet completely frozen.

It didn't take long for a few fat fish to jump up from the mouth of the ice cave. fell into a wooden basin, and I don't know what means he used to make these fish pass through dozens of feet of ice.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a feeling and looked up at the sky.

The purple gas is three thousand miles, and there are saints.

His expression was slightly grim. Gradually, he showed a look of joy, and left the fish behind, fell into the water, and hurried north.

After walking for a moment, it was already ten miles away, and Ling Donglai suddenly stopped and turned to the south.

It's a joke to go the other way, but if you go south in the far south, you'll reach the far north.

And the saints. It's in the far north.

A lonely boat, crossing the ocean.

......

Xuantian Ji came into the world, and did not hide his traces, and the three most powerful beings in the world set off almost at the same time, and pursued Xuantian Ji one after another, intending to spy on the Great Dao and seek liberation.

For these. Xuantian Ji had already expected it.

He didn't care, though.

At this time. He had made his way out of the Arctic to the wasteland.

In the wasteland in July, there are speckled snowflakes that gently cover the withered yellow grass and trees.

This is the life line of human existence. Further up is the Land of the Arctic Night. With today's human lifestyle, it is not enough to survive in such a harsh environment.

Rao is so, the weather here is far from being unbearable for ordinary people.

A feathered arrow shot deep into the gentle slope beyond the snow meridian.

A snow hare hidden in the snow slope was torn by the arrow cluster and struggled to bounce up. He fell into the snow again, and was killed with a few flicks.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the snow slope, and a man wearing animal skin cotton clothes turned over the edge of the snow slope, and the eyes of the injured snow rabbit first saw a Taoist in Tsing Yi, and he couldn't help but be startled, and pulled his bow and arrow at the Taoist.

The Taoist is naturally Xuantianji, frowning slightly, looking at the short bow between the man's hands, and noticed that the bow material was somewhat special, the skein in the bowstring was slightly shining, and it seemed that it was not a beast tendon, and then he noticed that there were several long hairs floating out of the brim of the man's hat, and looking carefully at that face, Yuan Cai was a woman in her thirties.

Xuantianji looked at the woman calmly, and a trace of divine thought flew out.

A moment later, he learned the woman's identity.

The first human he saw when he came to the world turned out to be an ordinary villager from a small tribe in Mongolia.

Xuantian Ji spoke: "I have no malice. ”

His voice sounded more beautiful than all the sounds in the world, and the woman listened to Xuantianji's words, and only felt an unshakable thought welling up in her heart: he was definitely a good person!

The woman immediately smiled, made a gesture of invitation, pulled the feather arrow from the snow rabbit, carefully watched the wear and tear of the arrow, then grabbed the snow ball, wiped the blood stains off the rabbit's body, threw it into the bag behind her, and warmly invited Xuantianji to go home.

Xuantianji did not refuse and followed the woman.

After walking less than three miles, I saw a lonely tent, the surface of the tent was coated with a paint similar to black mud, which should be able to block the wind and cold.

Xuantian entered the tent, and the woman enthusiastically threw over a large piece of jerky and poured him a bowl of hot water.

There is not much salt in the jerky, and although it is tasteless when chewed, if it is mixed with saliva for a long time, it will give off a rough and original aroma.

After Xuantian Ji became an immortal, he rarely had the opportunity to touch such things, and after chewing a few bites, he was slightly impatient, and a trace of divine light evaporated the remaining dried meat.

He thought about it and found that there was nothing to say.

Although there was no opposition in the tent, there was no word.

After a moment, Xuantian Ji planned to leave.

At this moment, the heavy curtain outside the door was lifted, and a short figure rushed in, shouting happily, "I'm back." ”

It was a small boy with a fat cold badger on his shoulder, and his face was full of joy and pride, but when he saw the Xuantian Machine, he suddenly became vigilant.

"It's a guest. The woman stepped forward to take the prey from his shoulder, and with a slight tug of her fingertips, she very quickly blocked the bloody mouth of the cold badger, and patted the little boy on the head with a smile.

Xuan Tianji looked at the little boy who would definitely not be more than twelve years old, thinking that in such a cold weather, he could actually hunt such a big cold badger, and he couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes looked at infinity, as if he looked directly at the group of teenagers in Luoyang who were fighting to enjoy the fun of life, and couldn't help but feel a little touched.

"This is my son. The woman looked at Xuan Tianji's surprised expression, laughed heartily, and said, "Our Mongolian tribal rules are in the winter of the year when you are twelve years old. Parents will accompany their children into the mountains to hunt, and if they can hunt half a cart of prey in March, the child will be considered an adult. ”

She looked at the little boy with a stern expression, but she couldn't hide the tenderness in her eyes, and said, "Next year he will become a warrior, and then he will organize his own family." So the Winter Rite was the last time we spent with him. ”

When the Mongols reach adulthood at the age of twelve, they will become warriors? Xuantianji's thoughts flashed in his heart, no wonder Mongolia's combat power is so strong, and there are ruthless people in the poor mountains and bad waters, if he hadn't come to this world again, there should have been an extremely tragic war between Daxuan and Mongolia!

And this little boy, the "glorious" warrior, also has a great chance of turning into a handful of loess......

When it was time to leave, Xuantianji stood up. Smiled: "I give you peace!"

As soon as he spoke, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The Mongolian woman was stunned and at a loss, rubbed her eyes, there was no shadow of a Taoist in front of her, and she couldn't help but kneel on the ground and worship the immortal heaven.

This is just a small episode.

Xuantianji continued to go south, and gradually met more people.

But. These people were the cavalry of the Mongols.

their temperament. Far less gentle and kind than that ordinary Mongolian woman.

They looked at Xuantianji, pulled out the scimitar on their waists, pointed at Xuantianji and shouted.

It seems that if they disagree, they will cut off the scimitar in their hands.

Xuantian Ji frowned slightly, he decided to let these cavalrymen die.

He walked towards these cavalrymen without any emotion on his face.

looked at the Taoist in Tsing Yi who walked towards him. The emotions of the Mongol cavalry became complicated, some puzzled, some shocked, some wary, because they could not understand why he was not afraid of the sharp scimitar in his hand, why he could be so calm. It's like seeing nothing.

One of the horsemen shouted twice, then raised his scimitar in the air, but looking at his indifferent face, he could not cut it down, because he was terrified.

This projection of Xuantian Machine is the projection of a half-step heavenly immortal, and a half-step heavenly immortal is the way to hold the sky. In other words, in this world, this projection is the heavens and the gods.

Xuantian Ji didn't have a weapon in his hand, let alone the aura of a strong man, but for some reason, the cavalryman looked at his face, it was inexplicable fear, he just wanted to throw the scimitar in his hand far away, and then kneel in front of him to ask for his forgiveness.

The cavalry squad leader shouted, it should be the meaning of the demon way, pulled out the scimitar from the sheath, and slashed towards the top of his head without hesitation, if you look closely, you can see that he closed his eyes tightly when he dropped the knife, because he was not confident, seeing his face, can he muster up courage again.

The sharp scimitar fell on the top of Xuantian Ji's head, no green silk was cut off, no blood flowed out, and there was no bloody and cruel picture, not even the sound of impact, it was like slashing in the sea of Haohan, and then countless rays of light suddenly appeared on the knife body, and instantly melted into nothingness!

In the body of Xuantian Ji, countless of the purest immortal lights were released, which instantly spread out, enveloping all the surrounding meadows.

A moment later, he came out of the light and continued south.

The light on the grassland gradually faded away, and more than ten Mongolian Golden Horde court rangers had already disappeared.

The next day, he encountered humans again. This time there were more people on the grassland, consisting of several wagons and hundreds of horsemen, and the sound of hooves was dense like thunder.

In the carriage was a man like a demon god.

Meng Chixing was dressed in black, his body was tall and martial, calm as a mountain, his complexion was fair, and at first glance he looked like a statue of a god carved from crystal, surpassing the beauty of all beings in the world. The nose is tall and the corners of the lips are distinct, showing extraordinary perseverance and determination. Black clothes and white skin, strong contrast. The whole person is full of a strange charm, which makes people's hearts chill.

He looked at the grassland scenery outside the window, and the eyelids that were as transparent as white jade emitted a piece of light.

There were hundreds of elite Mongolian Golden Horde cavalry at his side, because he was the supreme god in the hearts of the steppe people.

At this moment, the cavalry saw the Xuantian Machine.

As soon as the sentry sounded, the cavalry quickly lined up to charge or defend, although only one person walked slowly between the meadows, but because of this, this picture was a strange one.

Just like the cavalrymen who died yesterday, everyone who saw him was inexplicably terrified, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword began to tremble.

They were the most elite cavalry of the Mongols, and the god-like gods sitting in the carriage had supreme divine might, but at this time, looking at the Taoist people walking slowly, they felt fear, this fear made them confused, but even more frightened.

Meng Chixing looked at the Taoist man in the meadow, and his face gradually showed a shocked expression, as if he saw an existence that did not belong to the human world.

The cavalry didn't understand why they were inexplicably terrified when they saw the people of Tsing Yi, it was because they were ordinary people.

Meng Chixing is not an ordinary person.

As one of the most powerful martial artists in the world, he saw the traces of heaven and the things he dreamed of in this Taoist.

Whatever he desired, he could see.

Meng Chixing stared at Xuantian Ji, revealing an extremely solemn countenance, and muttered, "Immortal Heaven......"

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