Chapter 255: Looking for a needle in a haystack, I have seen it before (making up for the second monthly ticket owed in November)
Not much information from the Far North is leaked to the outside world.
Top soul beasts such as Snow Emperor, Ice Emperor, and Titan Snow Demon King are even less well-known, and there is no information about them at all.
That peak Douluo at level ninety-six might have died at the hands of one of them.
But top-level soul beasts are not important. Basic types of soul beasts are available out there.
Direwolves are one of the most common wolf species roaming the outskirts of the Far North, and there are many of them in the frozen forests.
It has ice elemental power, but because it is not strong, it can only withstand the temperature of the surrounding area.
Among these thirty or so wolves there is about one 40,000-year-old soul beast, one 30,000-year-old, six 10,000-year-old, and the rest are all 1,000-year-old.
They are born to fight in coordination, and in this icy and snowy environment, ice-attribute attacks are even more powerful and can be used to the maximum extent.
When faced with this kind of encirclement and suppression, most Soul Fighters can only run away quickly.
If you insist on resisting, you will end up with hatred in your heart.
The Far North showed a sinister hostility towards Fang Ling, the young soul master who had just arrived, and brought him the most severe test.
But he didn't care. He stood upright in the same place, with a hint of joy in his eyes, and the sickle of death, symbolizing death and extinction, appeared in his hand.
The six black ten-thousand-year soul rings surrounding his body were very eye-catching on the pure white ice field.
The third-ranked soul ring lit up slightly, and the huge scythe deflected. Fang Ling crossed a distance of dozens of meters and chopped off the wolf's head with one scythe.
Blood spurted out and quickly froze into blood-red icicles. The splattered blood spots were like scattered stars.
The other giant wolves watched this scene, their eyes trembling and making "whimpering" sounds.
They did not lose their minds and rush forward for revenge as Fang Ling had imagined, stimulated by the smell of blood.
Instead, he quickly changed direction, moving away from this dangerous man who possessed six ten-thousand-year spirit rings.
After absorbing the soul of the direwolf leader into the realm of the dead, Fang Ling looked at the rapidly retreating backs of the direwolf pack, seeming to be lost in thought.
"The soul beasts in the Far North seem to be more rational?"
"Is it because of the restraint of the Snow Queen, or because of my extraordinary spirit ring configuration?"
He didn't know and didn't choose to chase after him and kill him.
Since you sent a dead spirit here and then it ran away tactfully, you should leave it a chance to survive.
In order to avoid running into a few kings from the Far North, they would attack him regardless of the threats of their magical skills.
After actively providing soul power, the kingdom of the dead played its full role, and the ice wolf leader was quickly transformed into a dead spirit.
Fang Ling summoned it out.
The originally beautiful snow-white fur has turned into gray, the symbol of death. It is extremely docile, completely devoid of its original cold and fierce temperament.
It stuck out its tongue and rubbed its huge head against its owner's chest flatteringly, as if it was eager to express its endless loyalty and closeness in this way.
If Fang Ling hadn't stopped him in time, he would have even wanted to use that huge tongue to lick him and wash his face.
"Good wolf, tell God, have you seen this?"
Fang Ling patted its neck gently, and through the connection with the undead, transmitted the image of the spirit of resentment.
This title is the rule he has decreed in the kingdom of the dead.
Poseidon conquered the ocean and won its faith, so Fang Ling didn't need to go through too much trouble.
The undead are under his absolute control. They are inherently extremely fanatical and are the most loyal believers. All he needs to do is change their names. If successful, the power of faith will be born in the future.
The direwolf recalled every detail carefully: "No, my god, we have never encountered such red and black clouds in the area where we hunt."
It also responded along this connection.
"No..." Fang Ling remained calm and gave the expected answer.
The Arctic ice field is so vast, with so few animals, that it is a rare thing to encounter a soul beast that has encountered a spirit of resentment as soon as you arrive.
Even if Fang Ling’s choice of entrance was the same direction as the direction the resentful spirit escaped.
Since he doesn't have it, he will just look for it. He is determined to get the spirit of resentment!
Even if it takes years, we will find it!
With the panel, the soul power level doesn't matter at all.
"Good wolf, come and tell God to take me to the locations of the tribes you know in this periphery, starting from the nearest one." After thinking about it, Fang Ling conveyed a new idea.
The ice wolf undead turned around a few times, and its long wolf tail swept across his face like a broom.
Then he suddenly stopped, "My God, follow me."
With force exerted by its four claws, the direwolf shot out like an arrow.
Fang Ling followed closely behind.
Take it slow, start from the outside, and check one by one.
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The spirit of sixty thousand years of resentment was born from a frozen human corpse. There is also some ice elemental power in its origin, but it is not strong enough, so it is unlikely to escape to the core circle of the Far North.
This is also the reason why we start investigating from the outside.
The reason for choosing the tribe is that for the severely damaged resentful spirits, the weak tribes on the periphery are easier to control.
It is a 60,000-year-old soul beast, so it is impossible for it to choose to fight against a race with 100,000-year-old soul beasts.
Floating behind the rapidly flying ice wolf undead, Fang Ling arrived at the approximate activity range of the Far North Pig Land.
The Far North Pig is a pig-type soul beast and a common wild boar in the Far North. It lives on the vast flat ice field.
The white mane is like strong filaments, the thick skin provides sufficient defense, and it has a hard arched mouth and a pair of brutal fangs.
The Arctic pig can also control a certain amount of ice elements, and can form a layer of solid and highly defensive ice armor on its body surface.
According to the book, their attack methods are relatively simple, with only two - charging and biting.
Relying on the huge single power, this simple attack mode also shines with a whole new brilliance.
The cluster impact in an emergency situation is even more powerful, with white smoke covering the sky and the sun, leaving no doubt that it can knock down a city head-on.
Of course, it's just a record.
Fang Ling was floating in the air, quietly watching this group of Arctic pigs that were foraging on the ice without any of the majesty described.
The Far North has its own special plant species. There is an ice-attributed plant that relies on the ice-attributed elemental energy of heaven and earth to grow and can provide corresponding food for soul beasts.
The tallest pig in this group is 20,000 years old, and it is the fattest and most obese pig. It is the Pig King! Fang Ling lured it away, then chose the target and quickly fell down, swinging the sickle to behead the Pig King.
A pitch-black soul ring floated out, and a soul sank into the realm of the dead. After repeating the same method as the dire wolf, it still couldn't be found.
Then continue to rush to the next tribe! The map of the outer area of the Far North was constantly drawn in Fang Ling's brain under his perception.
Just like looking for a needle in a haystack, Fang Ling searched each tribe one by one.
The types of soul beasts we know are getting fewer and fewer.
Fortunately, there are the undead, the leaders of each tribe.
With the superposition of undead of various races, a three-dimensional impression of the outer circle of the Far North has been formed in his mind.
Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and the investigation was still not completed.
Until one day, a Frost Sparrow Undead that was intimidated by the Death Domain chirped back, "I've seen it."
Making up for the second update in November Thank you all for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.
The writer mentioned the wrong month at the end of the previous chapter, so it is corrected to November.
(End of this chapter)
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