Xiao Li felt heartbroken, but in the current situation, even recalling the past was cruel.

Even if he could only touch a hand, Feng Yin was reluctant to let go for a second, but reality did not allow it.

Xiao Li watched Feng Yin close his eyes, his soul slowly floating backwards, then instantly dispersing and turning into golden light that covered the entire outline of the stone tablet.

He is the spirit of the Divine Monument Mountain. The power of rules is himself, which restricts this mountain, and also restricts him.

There was a strong power of rules in front of him, but Xiao Li didn't dare to touch it any more.

This is Feng Yin!

She couldn't just devour Feng Tangtang for the sake of power.

Xiao Li took a step back and instantly appeared outside the Shenbei Mountain. Lin Yin and Wang Junbao were also sent out.

Wang Junbao immediately stepped forward, looking at Xiao Li with some curiosity and nervousness: "The mountain just shook, what happened?"

Xiao Li looked at her face. It was not the appearance of an old friend, but it had the aura of an old friend.

He raised his hand and pinched her cheek without saying a word. The next moment, his figure turned into a ray of light and instantly headed north.

Not only Feng Tangtang sacrificed himself, but also Song Junzhan and Lou Yan.

Feng Tangtang is like this, what about the other two...

For the first time, Xiao Li felt a sense of urgency and helplessness.

Xiao Li used almost all his strength and finally reached Wuji Mountain within a day.

The snow-capped mountains stretch to the horizon, with no end in sight.

Xiao Li was thinking about Song Junzhan's health. He had always been weak and was most afraid of the cold. Even with Cen An's care, he was still afraid of the cold every winter. When Xiao Li stayed with him, he would always ask someone to turn on the floor heating.

He has the thickest winter clothes.

But he happened to guard such a snowy mountain for thousands of years.

Xiao Li went all the way to the middle of the mountain, and suddenly he felt a little scared.

After seeing Feng Yin's condition, she was a little afraid to see Song Junzhan.

Xiao Li landed in the snow and was about to sit down when a voice suddenly came from below: "Wait a minute, fellow Daoist, there is someone under your feet."

What?

Xiao Li took two steps aside, and saw a soul floating out from where she had just stood. It was a white-haired old man with tattered clothes, messy hair, and a cracked face. The only word that could be thought of to describe him was: sloppy.

The old man looked at Xiao Li in surprise: "You little kid, you don't look that old, but you actually walked here and are still so clean. How much cultivation do you have?"

"I don't know." She really couldn't answer the question about cultivation. "May I ask your name, Excellency?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "It's just a common name, it's not important. But little kid, it's fate that we met. Can you do me a favor?"

Xiao Li: "Please speak."

The old man pointed to the place where Xiao Li had just stepped and said, "My body is underneath here. Can you help me dig it out?"

Xiao Li took a look and said, "You're already dead. What's the use of digging you out? You can't ask me to bring you back, right?"

The old man shook his head. "That's not necessary. I just want to take the mustard seed bag from the body and get the communication token inside. I've been in this mountain for almost three years. My wife and children must be worried. I want to let them know I'm safe."

"Don't worry, little kid. I won't let you work in vain. I have hidden a lot of treasures in that mustard bag. They are all yours."

Xiao Li is not interested in coveting other people's treasures now, but if he wants to report to his wife and children that he is safe, Xiao Li is willing to help him.

Xiao Li took out the wolf bones and started digging.

The old man looked at him and said, "Wolf Bone, don't you have any other weapons? This Wolf Bone looks too clumsy."

Xiao Li rummaged through Yao Tan's space and found a big knife.

The old man said, "This broadsword... looks very familiar. I think I've seen a fellow Taoist use it before."

"Little kid, what's your name? Who are you from? Who's your teacher?"

Xiao Li was really convinced: "Stop making noise! I won't stand it anymore!"

The old man shut up instantly, leaving only his eyes rolling around as he watched Xiao Li continue to dig a hole.

After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but say, "Move a little to the left. Don't dig too far. The old man next to him is my enemy..."

Xiao Li paused and continued digging to the left.

I thought it would be quick, but after digging three or four meters, there was still snow, and it was getting harder and harder.

Xiao Li stopped and asked: "How deep is your body buried?"

The old man said: "It's not deep. We can find it soon."

Xiao Li stared at him without saying a word.

The old man felt guilty: "Only... about a hundred meters..."

Xiao Li was so angry that she laughed. It was only a hundred meters. How long would it take her to finish digging?

Treat her as a pangolin?

The old man was afraid that Xiao Li would give up, so he quickly persuaded him, "Little boy, a hundred meters is not very deep. We cultivators need tenacity and perseverance. If you can dig out these hundred meters, you will succeed in everything you do in the future."

Xiao Li would never eat the pancake he gave him.

Only a fool would dig a hundred meters or so.

Seeing Xiao Li's strike, the old man became anxious. "Don't, young man, you must have ambition and not be easily defeated by difficulties. I have many treasures in my mustard seed bag, really many treasures. I even have a complete collection of the biographies of the Empress and the four gods, the supreme edition inlaid with gold!"

Xiao Li: “…”

"Not interested." She had already seen it and it was she who approved it.

The old man said, "What about the technique? I'm not going to brag, but I'm the best cultivator in the world. I've already touched the threshold of the immortal realm. I only need one step to become a true free and easy immortal. How about if you help me, I'll give you the technique?"

Xiao Li: "If you could really become an immortal, you wouldn't die here."

The old man sighed, "I was just a little short of it then. I only realized the truth after I died, so I didn't have time to experiment."

Xiao Li would never dig with his hands.

She channeled her strength into her hands, keeping them close to the ground.

The old man paused and looked at Xiao Li in surprise: "You can actually use magic power here?"

"No, this power... is not magic power..."

Xiao Li's power quickly spread underground, and soon he saw two bodies frozen to death inside. The depth was more than two hundred meters, and the distance between them was at least fifty meters.

I knew that the old man was not telling the truth.

Xiao Li was about to retract her strength, but she felt something pulling her from deep within.

She immediately suppressed her strength and reached the bottom, where she saw a white light.

Xiao Li opened his eyes and looked at the old man who was frowning and looking at him: "Your soul has been around the corpse. Do you feel anything different underground?"

The old man shook his head: "No, it's just... it's cooler when buried underground?"

This old man has a bit of humor.

Xiao Li did not act rashly. She had hurt Feng Yin at Shenbei Mountain, and she could not rashly hurt Song Junzhan.

He stood up and said, "Wait here, I'll go upstairs."

The old man was about to say that he couldn't go up, but he saw Xiao Li turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

The old man frowned. He had only been here for three years, and a true immortal had already appeared in this world?

If he had known this, why would he have come to this snowy mountain and frozen himself to death?

(End of this chapter)