Chapter 47: Mask Yun Wanzhou raised his apprentice so well, how could he get...
"No! You are just a foundation-building stage. If something goes wrong, won't our lives be at stake?" someone objected.
Xie Wuyang automatically blocked out all the comments, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the talisman on his fingertips shone brightly and flew towards Ji Yao and his group.
"Fellow Immortal..." Ji Yao only had time to call out Xie Wuyang's name before he was enveloped by a golden light and disappeared into the snow-capped mountains with the others.
This talisman was created by the God of Fuguang. It can accommodate fifteen people, and once activated, it will never be interrupted by external forces.
When the golden light disappeared, a loud bang rang in his ears, and a giant monster fell from the sky and landed in front of Xie Wuyang.
The little ball in his arms sensed something and suddenly stuck his head out. He stared at the huge creature with his red eyes and tilted his head.
“Chirp—”
Xie Wuyang subconsciously wanted to take out the talisman from his waist, but when he touched it, he only touched a small one. When he took it out and took a look, it was the waste paper soaked in cinnabar.
His talismans ran out at some point.
In a hurry, Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and looked at Yun Wanzhou behind him.
Yun Wanzhou was putting his hands together, concentrating the spiritual power in his body.
His lips had some color, but his face was still pale. His thin arms were faintly visible in the cold wind, as if he would fall to the ground with a single blow.
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved, and he changed his words at the last minute, "Master, can I borrow Suixue for a moment?"
The spiritual power in Yun Wanzhou's hand stagnated, and he freed one hand to take the sword from his waist, but suddenly stopped when he was about to touch it.
Xie Wuyang asked doubtfully, "Master?"
The Broken Snow Sword trembled twice, and Yun Wanzhou seemed to come back to his senses. He stretched out his right hand to the Broken Snow again, took off the scabbard and threw it to Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang didn't take Yun Wanzhou's momentary distraction to heart. He took the sword and concentrated on dealing with the monster in front of him. He didn't notice the strange look that flashed across Yun Wanzhou's eyes, which implied worry.
There was a second monster on the mountain, and Xie Wuyang already knew about it during his conversation with Ji Yao.
What puzzled him was that Ji Yao clearly said that he had shaken off the monster, so how did the monster chase him here?
The moment his eyes fell on his hand, Xie Wuyang had a vague guess.
When they were dealing with the little white ball, the ball fed on spiritual power. The monster in front of them seemed to be a circle bigger than the white ball. When Xie Wuyang cast the talisman, it was not difficult to find the spiritual power.
Just as Xie Wuyang gathered the remaining spiritual power in the broken snow at the tip of his sword and was about to swing it, he suddenly heard a strange movement behind him, and a pure spiritual power wave came from a distance.
Perhaps it resonated with the spiritual power, but even the spiritual weapon Suixue, which had long since recognized its master, uttered a few sword sounds and became unusually agitated.
Xie Wuyang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
In Luohua Snow Mountain, the only thing that can produce such spiritual power fluctuations is the Iceberg Snow Lotus.
Xie Wuyang's grip on the Broken Snow Sword suddenly tightened, but before he could make a move, the monster in front of him seemed to have received some instructions and suddenly bypassed Xie Wuyang and ran to the other side.
And on that side, was the seat of Iceberg Snow Lotus.
"Master, we've fallen into a trap!" Xie Wuyang cursed inwardly.
Just at this moment, his arms felt empty, and Baituanzi jumped to the ground while Xie Wuyang was distracted.
Xie Wuyang was in a bad mood, even worse at this moment. He suppressed his annoyance and was about to reach out to catch it, but unexpectedly, the white ball was stimulated by something and dodged Xie Wuyang's hand.
Xie Wuyang frowned and attacked again.
Although Baituanzi was huge when he was a monster, he was only the size of a palm when he was a cub. He was agile and jumped forward when Xie Wuyang stretched out his hand, escaping again and running at high speed in the direction where the monster had just disappeared.
Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou followed closely.
When Xie Wuyang was in Ye Nan's illusion, he had not yet established his foundation and could not use his lightness skills. When he was tracking Elder Lianwu, it was Yun Wanzhou who held him and shuttled through the woods.
Now Yun Wanzhou was seriously injured and had been frozen in the snow for so long that it was difficult for him to walk. With their positions reversed, Xie Wuyang turned around, grabbed Yun Wanzhou's arm, and naturally pointed his toes, causing him to leap forward several meters.
In Xie Wuyang's impression, Yun Xianzun is high and mighty, with great qualifications. He is his most powerful opponent and the most hated enemy.
But now, holding Yun Wanzhou's arm, Xie Wuyang suddenly realized that this man was even thinner than he had imagined. Xie Wuyang could even feel Yun Xianzun's slender ulna during his movements.
Xie Wuyang frowned and pretended to touch his cheek accidentally.
The original body was only in his teens, still a teenager. His cheeks were not thin, and the edges and corners were not sharp. His face was round and fleshy, not thin.
Xie Wuyang thought of Fu Zhitao again. His senior brother was even worse, especially with a bit of baby fat on his face.
Yun Wanzhou took such good care of his disciple, how come he became so hungry after he got him?
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At the top of the snow-capped mountain, the cold wind hits you in the face.
The spiritual fire that Xie Wuyang gave to Yun Wanzhou had been extinguished, and he had no other talismans. In order to prevent Yun Wanzhou from fainting on the mountain, he used the little spiritual power that Emperor Tianmu had cultivated with great difficulty to create a protective barrier with little effect.
When Xie Wuyang was doing this, Yun Wanzhou moved his lips and wanted to speak to stop him, but was interrupted by Xie Wuyang looking up, "Master, please recover your spiritual power in there. When I go to get the snow lotus, I will need you to provide support for me."
After hearing this, Yun Wanzhou really didn't refuse. However, he looked a little awkward as he was being protected by his disciples. He said coldly, "I'll take the snow lotus."
Xie Wuyang waved his hands to set up the barrier. He didn't refute him and nodded in agreement with Yun Wanzhou's suggestion. "Okay, but the wind and snow are very strong ahead. I'll go and test the wind first."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Yun Wanzhou to speak again, Xie Wuyang turned around and jumped quickly, disappearing in the wind and snow.
According to legend, the Iceberg Snow Lotus is at the top of the snow mountain, with an extremely steep cliff below.
The snowy mountain was slippery and very easy to fall, and countless monks who rushed there were killed.
They didn't even have time to control their swords before they were suppressed by the spiritual power of the Iceberg Snow Lotus and could no longer use any spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang's spiritual power was originally low, and it was almost the same with or without the suppression of the Iceberg Snow Lotus. He did not intend to rely on spiritual power to win.
However, the blizzard in front of him blocked his vision, and Xie Wuyang couldn't even see the road under his feet, let alone look for the snow lotus.
While his vision was blurred, a familiar voice attracted Xie Wuyang's attention.
“Chirp—”
Xie Wuyang paused and looked in the direction of the sound.
Not far from him, there was a gray stone that had not yet been covered by the snow. A white ball could be vaguely seen moving in front of the stone, as if it was digging at something.
Xie Wuyang walked closer and saw the white ball that had run out of his arms lying in front of a stone. In the gap between the stone and the snow, it had dug a hole.
Still not satisfied with this, the white ball kept waving its claws.
Xie Wuyang frowned slightly, pinching Bai Tuanzi's neck with a hint of disgust, "What are you looking for?"
After what happened in the cave, he already knew that the white ball could understand human language, so he waited patiently for its response.
The white ball kicked its legs, its red eyes widened slightly, and it pointed at the stone behind it with its front paws.
This white ball loves to eat spiritual energy, which can make him like this. Could it be that this stone is some kind of treasure?
Thinking of the magical treasures everywhere in Luohua Snow Mountain, Xie Wuyang felt that his guess was more and more reasonable.
He casually picked up a stone from the ground and handed it to Baituanzi, but his eyes never dropped, thinking about the traces of the King Iceberg Snow Lotus.
Bai Tuanzi became a little anxious and opened his mouth to bite Xie Wuyang's clothes.
“Chirp—”
Xie Wuyang thought that this thing was extremely stupid, so he immediately let go of his hand, gathered his spiritual power and was about to cast a small spell on it, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
The spiritual power at the fingertips suddenly stopped.
Xie Wuyang squatted down, put the white ball aside, and reached out to where the gray stone had been.
A flower bloomed in the hole dug by Baituanzi at some point.
The flower was snow-white all over, sparkling with light and emitting a faint blue glow.
If you don't look carefully, it can easily be hidden in the snow-capped mountains.
Isn't this the Iceberg Snow Lotus? !
Xie Wuyang was delighted. He never thought that the snow lotus would be so easy to find.
When he reached out to take it, he suddenly remembered what Yun Wanzhou said, that there was spiritual energy surrounding the snow lotus, making it difficult to pick, so he stopped.
He originally thought that Yun Wanzhou was there and there was no need to be afraid, but he encountered an avalanche on the way and was trapped in the cave for several hours.
Yun Wanzhou was in a difficult situation right now, so even if Xie Wuyang asked him to come, it might not be of any use.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang made up his mind and raised his right hand.
The fingertips were only half an inch away from the snow lotus, but at this moment, the white ball popped out from the side and bit the snow lotus.
Xie Wuyang quickly grabbed Bai Tuanzi's neck and said, "Let go."
Xie Wuyang's voice was cold as ice.
The Iceberg Snow Lotus blooms only once every five hundred years, and he was counting on this thing to restore his cultivation so that he could catch the person who stole the Nightmare Stone in one fell swoop during the Lotus Apple Competition. He could not tolerate any mistakes.
The white ball whimpered pitifully twice, but was still unwilling to let go.
Xie Wuyang hesitated for a moment between killing it and prying its mouth open. Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly felt a pressure from behind him.
Xie Wuyang's chest shook, his back collapsed instantly, and half of the spiritual power condensed in his palm dissipated.
The huge monster stood majestically, and on its broad back, a person was sitting.
The man was wearing black clothes and a mask with an extremely ugly and strange expression on his face.
The corners of his mouth rose, stretching to the edge of his mask.
"Iceberg Snow Lotus, give it to me." The man in black jumped off the back of the monster. Before Xie Wuyang could come to his senses, the man appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The speed is far beyond ordinary people.
Xie Wuyang was not afraid at all, and looked back at him without dodging or avoiding, "Who are you?"
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang took the Iceberg Snow Lotus out of Bai Tuanzi's mouth in front of him, and put it back into his sea of consciousness.
Because of the mask, Xie Wuyang couldn't see the expression of the man in black. The only thing that was exposed was his eyes, which looked like a cold and poisonous snake, making people feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Iceberg Snow Lotus." the man repeated.
Xie Wuyang turned around and took advantage of the wind. He pointed his toes and just flew an inch away when a burst of spiritual power came crashing down and hit Xie Wuyang's back.
boom--
Xie Wuyang felt a pain in his back and fell heavily to the ground, creating a several-inch deep hole.
Seeing that the man in black was about to strike down with another palm, and the spiritual power was about to fall on Xie Wuyang's head, Xie Wuyang's brows furrowed, and he turned his wrist to form a sword.
Strange forces converged, and the snow on the ground rose up like dust.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xie Wuyang dodged to the side and barely avoided the attack.
"Are you in the Mahayana stage?" A hint of surprise flashed in Xie Wuyang's eyes.
The man in black cast a dead gaze on him, and a muffled laugh escaped from beneath his mask. "Not really."
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