"That's it."
Jing Jiu swept it with his sword sense, confirming that there was no dangerous aura in a ten-mile radius.But now he couldn't be entirely sure of that - he sensed something was wrong that day, but he didn't find the wireworm.Whether it is against a cultivator or a snowpiercer, he has very little combat experience.Yin Qingmo glanced at the sky, took out the star pot and put it on the ground.It may be cloudless tonight, and she wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity to soak up some starlight.There are still more than ten Xingshi in the star pot, which can help cultivators replenish their true essence blood qi, but they have not encountered a battle in the past few days, so there is no need to take them out.Wu Mingzhong summoned his sword and shield and rested on the snow in the middle.Lu Jin silently recited the mantra, and a bright yellow flame left his hand, landed on the sword and shield and began to burn, illuminating the darker and darker surroundings.This flame can burn until tomorrow morning, and it can bring some warmth, but it can also bring some danger.Jing Jiu did not object to him lighting this fire, because he knew that it was important to have a psychological need.It's a very useful defensive formation.The star pot can release a clear light formation at any time to protect the three of them, and the sword, shield and open flame can cooperate with one attack and one defense.Jing Jiu stood outside, with no intention of sitting in.Yin Qingmo and the three of them got used to it, didn't say anything, closed their eyes, held the spar and began to breathe.As the night deepened, the snow clouds dispersed, and the starlight fell, entering the star pot very slowly, and I don't know how long it would take to integrate a drop.The farther you go deeper into the snowfield, the fewer snow clouds there are, which is very different from what you have previously thought, and you don't know what this means.Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky and thought about these things.He didn't know what Zenko was saying about himself.There were several reasons why he was reluctant to leave the mountain at the beginning, laziness was just one of them, and the key was that he didn't feel good.He has always believed that feeling is the most unreliable statement.It's only when you can't figure out the situation that you say the word feeling.Just like he said when he was playing chess with Tong Yan at the time.When the word feeling comes out of his mouth, it shows that he is not aware of the current situation, which is certainly not a good thing.In other words, as long as he has feelings, he feels bad.And bad things always happen.Many years ago, my brother said this to him.There was another reason why he stayed in the mountains.He had to determine the location of the remaining nine Qingshan disciples who participated in the Dao Battle and the direction of their team.In this way, he can deduce how he can bring them back in the shortest possible time if something happens.It's not about responsibility, it's just something he's supposed to do.You set up a private school in the village, and when you take your students out on a hike, you have to keep an eye on the trees by the stream, ready to pick them up or catch them.It would be wrong to say that there is no sense of responsibility at all.Why shouldn't the nematodes that appeared in the south of the snowfield appear in front of his eyes?
Why haven't others met?
What awaits you in the depths of the snowfield?
The heavens and the earth are about to change dramatically?
Yes, he thinks it's all about himself.If you let others know what he thinks at this time, it will definitely feel particularly ridiculous - how can there be such a narcissistic person in the world?
Even if you are the head of the Zhongzhou faction or a Zen son, you are not qualified to say such things.Jing Jiu doesn't think so.The greatest movement of heaven and earth in thousands of years was caused by him.Chaotian Continent was fine, because he had made full preparations in advance.But the sea that his friend had been watching in a daze for many years had undergone extremely terrifying changes, and even the direction of the maelstrom had changed.If he doesn't come to the snowfield, he doesn't need to think about this, and since he comes, he has to take it.………… The night wind is extremely cold, and there is not a single weed on the ground, only snow that does not melt all year round.Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair and sat down, brought the egg to his eyes, and observed quietly.The mist-like film was a little hard, and you could faintly see inside.There was no movement in the egg, but he knew that the thing was still alive and felt something interesting.This is really a very strange life, how can it survive for so long in a place that is isolated from the air and the vitality of heaven and earth.You must know that in Qingshan Town, only Yuan Turtle can do this.Is it really so tenacious, or is it the film that acts as a protector?
He stretched out his index finger and swiped the membrane, which cracked like a drum skin, and then withered and shriveled at a visible rate, revealing the inside of the egg.It was a small, pure white beetle with six very delicate legs, and a small, half-shrunken skull.Its shell is translucent, and simple internal structures are faintly visible.The little beetle was stiff and motionless, with no breath at all, and it didn't have the same heartbeat as that of humans and demons, so it should have died."
Come to life."
Jing Jiu's consciousness fell on the little beetle's body.The little beetle came to life.Its six slender legs vibrated rapidly, as if to prove that it had worked hard to survive in this way.Jing Jiu took the little beetle in, and after a while, he took it out again, and found that it was still alive, which made him more and more interesting.He flipped his hand.Small beetles drift down to the snow with the cold wind.It is white in color with the snow, and it is difficult to spot when mixed together.The little beetle slowly poked out its six thin legs and crawled into the distance.Jing Jiu ignored it.The little beetle stopped there, as if judging something, and finally crawled back to the bamboo chair.Jing Jiu looked at it.The little beetle felt his will, did not dare to disobey, snapped over, opened his six legs, and exposed his abdomen.Jing Jiu watched carefully, his gaze constantly moving from its shell and joints.The little beetle shuddered.It had no spiritual sense, and it was just born, but it instinctively felt extreme fear.Because the places in Jing Jiu's line of sight were all the weakest points of their race.………… Regarding the discussion of the Meihui Dao War, the central figure is Jing Jiu now, and even Luo Huainan is mentioned much less often than him.Not because he outperforms the crowd, but because he doesn't perform at all.It turned out that the death of the Kunlun disciple had nothing to do with him, but it still had some impact.In this snowfield from Chaoge City to the north of the Mohai Sea, I don't know how many people are talking about him, and of course they will also mention the wireworm that should not have appeared."
Although we haven't encountered a nematode yet, this place is getting closer to the Snow Country, and we could run into trouble at any time."
Bai Zao said: "On the road from now on, you may need to hang the bell for a long time to check the enemy, and the consumption of the spirit yuan is extremely great, can you hold on?"
”The female disciple of the Hanging Bell Sect said, "Every day I need four hours of rest. ”"Okay, I'll replace you for these four hours."
Bai Zao looked to the other side and said: "In the previous situation, you are a little slower to draw the sword, to ensure that Senior Brother Mo completes the control first, the snow worm does not have a carapace, but it is covered in mucus, and it is difficult to cut it with a sword." ”"Understood."
Qingshan's disciple Mi Songshan was originally in this team.It's a snowy hill with a black mountain shadow looming in front of it, but it's still far away.Bai Zao sat down, and the four companions stood around, listening carefully to her strategy.The breeze sleet stirred the white veil on her face.It's cold and snowy, far away from the world, and I don't know where she brought the stool from.()