The Path Toward Heaven

Bai Zao's voice was soft and his expression was gentle, but his companions listened very carefully, patiently, and seemed very convincing.

This is even true of Yao Songshan.

The realm strength of the members of this team is relatively ordinary, except for Bai Zao, the strongest is Yao Songshan.

There is no such super fighting power as Luo Huainan, nor Tonglu, or the killing gods like Nanshan and Gu Han in the past years, but their achievements in Dao War are very good, far from the blood of Xishanju Seeking Meitu has finished most of the time, and has been praised by Zen.

Bai Zao's calculation and commanding ability is too strong, and the affinity and persuasion in the expressions are enough to make all companions believe her judgment.

This is probably the natural leader.

Because of her calmness, her companions who were uneasy because of the news of Clematis also calmed down and began to arrange their formation.

Bai Zao raised his head and looked at the mountain shadow in the distance.

The cold wind blew again, curling snow grains and hitting her white gauze.

The female disciple of Xuan Ling Zong asked with his eyes if he wanted a blanket.

Bai Zao smiled and shook his head not to use it, his hands tightened.

In fact, she is not as confident as she looks.

The Kunlun disciple named Dai Yin died too early.

However, since the road war has not stopped, it should not be a problem of the beast tide, and there will not be too many dangers.

Then she remembered something, her lips were slightly curled, she smiled happily, and asked her companions, "Where are they today?"

Yao Songshan took the magic weapon from a companion and glanced at her. He walked to her and said with a weird face: "There are more than sixty miles away from us."

A few days ago, they and their team discovered that there was a strange walking path of a team, which seemed to be coming towards them.

The team's speed is not particularly fast, but if you go on like this, the two will meet in two days, just in front of the black mountain shadow in the north.

Although the competition in road warfare is fierce, it is impossible for human practitioners to kill each other.

Yao Songshan's grotesque expression is certainly not vigilant, but because Jing Jiu is in that team.

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The morning light came a little late.

Bai Zao and his party continued to march deep into the snowfield, searching for the snow country monsters to hunt.

It must be more dangerous ahead, but this is the meaning of Taoism.

The twilight came early.

The companions gathered around Bai Zao and began to listen to her soft voice.

Today they hunted two ordinary snow-footed beasts. They were very cautious when fighting, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

But in the end they did not find ears or clematis in the carapace of their prey.

The companions spread out to prepare for the formation.

Bai Zao sat in the wind and snow, thinking about this, and gave birth to more puzzles.

Why did so many practitioners who participated in the road warfare not encounter the clematis, but let Jing Jiu and others who had set off so many days late to meet?

She asked subconsciously: "Where has Jing Jiu gone?"

Yao Songshan glanced at the magic weapon and said, "There are more than thirty miles away from us, southwest."

The other three companions looked at each other and then looked at Yao Songshan.

They knew that Bai Zao was very concerned about the team's course of travel, but today she was not asking them, but Jing Jiu, who asked directly, what did that mean?

"Don't look at me, I really don't know anything."

Yao Songshan said: "As far as I know, Uncle Jing Jiu and Uncle La Yue spent two years traveling in the mountains. The rest of the time they were practicing in the Qingshan Mountains.

They just remembered, yeah, there is Zhao Layue in the green mountains.

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The morning light came later than yesterday.

During the daytime, their group did not encounter any snow country monsters, and even the snow stopped.

The world is quiet, or dead.

The black mountain that was getting closer and closer seemed so quiet and daunting.

There is a canyon in the middle of the Black Mountains, which can lead to farther places, that is, the real snow country.

Bai Zao looked at that place, and a strong warning appeared in his heart, saying, "Ignite."

Twilight came earlier than yesterday.

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The night is coming, and according to the habits of the previous days, Jing Jiu should have called to stop, but today he hasn't, so Yin Qingmo and the three men continued to move forward.

Jing Jiu walked in the end.

The cooperation of the three young practitioners has been very tacit, and these days have not encountered such a worm as a nematode.

He spread his palms, and the little beetle jumped into his palm.

The shell of the little beetle is still pure white, but after a few days it will appear much harder and no longer as fragile and tender as it was when it was born.

Jing Jiu noticed that the longer it stayed in the cold wind, or the lower the outside temperature, the faster the carapace would harden.

As for what the little beetle feeds on, he doesn't know yet, because he hasn't managed this thing, anyway it is still alive.

Suddenly he sensed something, withdrew his palm and said, "Someone was under siege."

The three people in front stopped and looked at him in surprise.

At this time, there can be no evil cultivators on the snowfield, only companions participating in the road war.

Wu Mingzhong asked: "What location? How far?"

"Northeast, eleven miles."

Jing Jiu said it without looking at it.

It was originally the place where he was going, and the night came when he didn't stop calling, and it was for this reason.

Yin Qingmo said palely, "What should I do?"

After walking on the snowfield for so many days, the three young practitioners were not as nervous as they were at the beginning, but after all, they did not experience a battle in these days, and the only impression was the picture of Dai Yin ’s death. Knowing that a companion in front of the road war was besieged by the monster, a subconscious feeling came out.

Jing Jiu relieved the iron sword behind him and said, "You stay here, I will go over and see."

If it is usual, it takes only a moment to walk the sword with a distance of more than ten miles, but this place is already the snowfield abdomen.Although there are no snow clouds strangely these days, the wind in the high altitude is more violent, and it is getting closer and closer to the ground. The sword can only be tens of feet away from the ground at most.

Yin Qingmo looked at each other, determined, and said, "Let's go together."

Jing Jiu was a little surprised.

Wu Mingzhong summoned the sword shield.

The four stepped up.

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There was a very cold wind in the canyon, and the flames in the fire were crushed and disappeared.

A pearl rose into the night sky, emitting milky white light, illuminating a hundred square feet of ground.

Bai Zao sat on the snow, and the white gauze was spotted with blood spots, and was very weak, but actually suffered a lot of injuries.

There were strange sounds all around the night, like metal rubbing, and a broken gong vibrating at high speed, which made people palpitate.

She knew that it was the snow-footed beasts rubbing each other with sharp and hard forelimbs, which was a signal of attack.