Chapter 766 Spread
In the Taoist temple, Chen Luo seemed to have turned into a sculpture.
It was snowing heavily outside, and the cold air seeped in through the door, forming a thick layer of frost on the floor tiles at the door. The clothes on my body were frozen into ice, and I looked lifeless, like a corpse.
“What is my way?”
It was unknown how long it had been, when a strange voice suddenly appeared in the hall, as if Chen Luo himself was speaking, but his tone clearly did not change at all.
“It’s the inner demon.”
Another voice sounded, the same as before, but it felt completely different.
"No, it's kendo."
"It's witchcraft."
"It's clearly a corpse."
A dozen of the same voices rang out in the room, like an argument or a discussion. The empty house was filled with constant arguing sounds, like a haunted house, which was particularly creepy.
Several cultivators who had just sneaked into the snow-capped mountains heard the sound, looked at each other, and quickly approached the location of the Taoist temple.
The leading formation master put his ear to the door, looked at his companion, then reached out and quietly pushed open a crack in the door, and a wisp of cold air came out from the hall.
“It’s so cold!”
The people at the door couldn't help but shiver.
One person couldn't help but look back. It was no longer the cold winter. Even on the top of the snowy mountain, the climate was pleasant, and there were green grass and plants outside. The presence of spiritual energy would adjust the environment outside, which was also one of the most obvious characteristics of spiritual land.
But this obvious feature appears different on this snowy mountain.
From the moment one entered the formation, the surrounding environment has been constantly changing, with spring, summer, autumn and winter alternating in a cycle without any regular pattern.
It could be midsummer one second and midwinter the next.
The scene in front of me was the same: outside, there were birds singing and flowers blooming, but inside the house, it was freezing cold.
A door separates us from each other, and there is a world of difference between us.
"Did you see anyone?" another person couldn't help but ask.
"No."
The cultivator who was lying on the crack of the door and observing had a hint of doubt in his eyes. He had clearly heard the sound of quarreling before, but when he looked inside, there was nothing inside.
This is an abandoned Taoist temple.
Not a single person.
"Who are you looking for?"
Suddenly, a voice appeared behind them. The young man standing at the back felt a chill on his shoulder, as if a hand was placed on it.
Then, the bone-chilling cold spread along his shoulders. The cultivator subconsciously looked back and saw a layer of frost on his shoulders. This layer of frost spread along his shoulder blades, and it froze most of his body in just one breath.
"Snow Mountain Monster?!"
The group quickly came to their senses, and the frozen cultivator reacted immediately, raising his hand to summon a ball of spiritual fire, trying to use it to keep warm.
But soon a strange scene appeared. The spiritual fire fell on his arm, and he felt a burning pain. His arm was burned! The ice layer covering the outside was not affected at all and continued to spread down his arm.
Fire is fire, ice is ice!
The two did not affect each other, and such a contradictory scene actually appeared on the same person. One side was frozen, and the other side was burned.
"Master, please spare us, we are here to deliver a letter!!"
After half of his body was frozen and numb, the cultivator finally showed a horrified expression, dispersed the spiritual fire in his hand, and begged for mercy. Seeing this, the other cultivators also knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.
The scene just now was completely beyond their understanding.
Why can't the spiritual fire melt the ice?
"Who asked you to come?"
The wooden door of the Taoist temple opened with a creaky sound, and a warm breeze blew out from inside. The frost and coldness they had seen before when hiding at the door seemed to be all an illusion. The cultivator whose shoulders were pressed also recovered. He subconsciously looked back and found that the arm that was originally on his shoulder had disappeared at some point, and his frozen body had returned to normal.
Except for the part that he had burned with his own spiritual fire, the rest of his body was completely unscathed. The scene that was frozen by the ice before seemed to be all his imagination.
Several other people showed similar expressions.
Because I don’t understand, I am more in awe.
All the little thoughts I had when I sneaked into the snow mountain before disappeared without a trace at this moment.
"It's Taoist Priest Lu from the Pure Yang Sect."
The formation master who had regained his ability to move took out the invitation he had prepared in advance and handed it to Chen Luo with both hands.
"The Plague Beast?"
Chen Luo took the invitation and flipped through it. The invitation was written by a Taoist named Lu Changsheng. The purpose was to invite him to come down the mountain and deal with the plague beast together.
The Pure Yang Sect is different from the small sects that had fled here before. Like the Ancient Sword Sect, it is one of the top nine sects. Although Lu Changsheng is not the headmaster of the Pure Yang Sect, he is also extremely powerful and has reached the peak of returning to the void.
If the old monster Hedao doesn't show up, this person will have almost no opponent.
Such people would invite Chen Luo, most likely because they had guessed his true level of cultivation. When he broke through to the Hedao level before, Chen Luo did not hide his aura, and many cultivators who had returned to the Void and Hedao levels could sense the fluctuations coming from him.
"Elder Lu knew that the senior was in seclusion here, so he specially asked us to come here to deliver a letter."
"You broke my formation?"
Chen Luo ignored the small favors offered by the other party. Although this group of people were wearing the name of Chunyang Xianmen, their style of doing things was not serious. This could be seen from their previous sneaking in. Chen Luo could roughly guess their thoughts.
Try to sneak in first. If Chen Luo is just a name, they don't mind making a name for themselves here. If Chen Luo is really as powerful as the rumors say, they can also take advantage of the situation to kneel down and surrender, and escape as messengers.
It's no wonder they are so arrogant. After entering this place, the realms of the immortal cultivators they met were too low. They were either in the Qi Refining or the Foundation Building stage. A cultivator in the Jindan stage dared to call himself a master. How powerful could an immortal cultivator who claimed to be the king in such a place be? They could get the answer by guessing from their own perspective. According to their understanding, if he was really an ancestor in the Return to Void stage, he would definitely go to a place with rich spiritual energy to practice.
What's the point of staying in this bitter and cold place?
Their idea was correct, but unfortunately Chen Luo was not the immortal cultivator in their understanding, so this scene happened.
".yes."
The leading formation master was so regretful that his intestines turned green. If he had known that the Snow Mountain Monster was so powerful, he would not have accepted this deal no matter what.
"What level of formation master?"
"Level 4."
"It's only level four." A hint of regret flashed in Chen Luo's eyes.
The level is too low, he doesn't think highly of it.
"Do you have a sect?"
"Yes, I am a disciple of Master Huang He, and my master is a fifth-level formation master."
"Where is the sect? Has there ever been a sixth-level formation master in the sect?"
"My great master was a sixth-rank array master, but he has been in meditation for many years."
Although he didn't know why Chen Luo asked this question, he still honestly revealed his master's name.
After getting the information he wanted, Chen Luo magnanimously let these little thieves go.
If the formation master didn't have a master behind him, that would be another story. He had also collected a lot of brains from people who were killed on the spot. Although they were only at the fourth level, they were still worth a lot. But now it was different. With the clue of the sixth-level formation master, the fourth-level one was completely unworthy of him.
To prevent any accidents, Chen Luo deliberately did some tricks on this person to ensure that he could find him after leaving this place.
Just like the predecessors who took care of him, he also learned to use the method of "marking".
It is his duty as a senior to support the younger generation.
He planned to take some time to visit the formation master's sect later to pay homage to his ancestor.
"I've accepted the invitation. I'll be there when the time comes."
After saying that, Chen Luo waved his sleeves and threw several people down the mountain as if sweeping away garbage.
After a dizzying moment, several people opened their eyes in confusion.
"Come out?"
"What realm is this master in? What kind of magical power did he perform just now?"
The few people who escaped death finally breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't expect that they were so lucky and could return safely after sneaking into the snow mountain. They could only say that the Snow Mountain Ancestor was too kind.
You can tell at first glance that he is an upright practitioner.
"Leave this place first."
The formation master looked back at the snow-capped mountains behind him, then looked at where his shoulders were, and then disappeared without looking back.
I suffered a huge loss on this business deal and I have to go back to the employer to ask for more money!
The sun is shining brightly.
Yellow dirt road, cicadas chirping.
Under the shade of the tree, several ragged practitioners sat by the tree. Each of them had some injuries on their bodies. The sleeves of the female practitioner at the outermost position were dragging on the ground, and the cuffs were all covered with dried blood. Next to her was a bald man. The two men leaned against each other, closing their eyes and meditating. In the middle were three middle-aged practitioners, one of whom was constantly pinching the fire control formula.
In the sunlight ahead, a small copper-yellow tripod was being calcined.
The rich aroma of elixir emanated from the cauldron.
"How long will it take? We have already stayed here for an hour, and that evil thing behind us may catch up with us at any time." An old man with a white beard opened his eyes, glanced at the brass alchemy cauldron in the sunlight, and could not help but ask.
"It's not hot enough."
The middle-aged alchemist replied in a deep voice.
"I've investigated before, and the Chunyang Immortal Sect retreated to this side." The middle-aged man next to the alchemist glanced at the old man and spoke.
"With the strong men from the Upper Nine Sects leading the way, even if the plague beasts chase us, they will definitely go after them first."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone else in the room fell silent.
No one spoke.
The plague beast is not easy to deal with, so how easy is it to deal with the Chunyang Immortal Sect?
These high and mighty Taoist immortals were often scarier than the plague beasts. If they knew that the plague beasts were brought here by their people, their fate would be extremely miserable. Death would be considered the best, while the worst would be the extraction of souls and refinement of spirits, which would be transformed into soul flags.
(End of this chapter)
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