Chapter 111 Snowflakes as Big as Fists
Entering the extremely cold mountains, the sky and the earth are covered with frost. All you can see is a blanket of silver, and the trees, flowers and grass are all covered with a layer of frost.
There was no snow in the sky, nor was there a biting cold wind, but it was cold, the kind of cold that hurt right to the bone. Strands of cold air rose from the soles of the feet, and the monks with weaker cultivation were shivering with cold.
Song Ningshu originally had both ice and wood spiritual roots. When he entered the extremely cold mountains, he did not feel the biting cold like other cultivators. He just felt a little chill, and even the ice spiritual power in his body seemed to circulate much faster.
Qi Yangui activated his spiritual power shield, took advantage of the tall trees in the extremely cold mountains, tapped his toes, and flew forward with Song Ningshu.
Looking up, large clouds stagnated above the main mountain range of the Arctic Mountains, forming a vortex and flowing slowly.
Outside the vortex, the sky is filled with red clouds, and the combination of red and white gives a strong visual impact.
Between heaven and earth, the colors of frost and rosy clouds interweave, creating a magnificent painting.
In the air, there were countless flying ice-type monsters, so dense that they blocked out a large area of the sky.
Looking down, under the giant tree wrapped in frost, there is a galloping monster.
But unlike the monks, most of them ran to the outskirts of the extremely cold mountains.
This undoubtedly adds a lot of resistance to the monks who want to enter the main mountain range of the Extreme Cold Mountains.
There were many cultivators flying in front and behind Song Ningshu and Qi Yangui, and they were wary of each other.
Some cultivators fell down accidentally and disappeared in the beast tide in an instant, and were trampled into meat paste by the running monsters.
The monks who witnessed the incident could not help but be cautious. After all, no one wanted to become a bloody mess under the clutches of a monster.
It took the two of them three hours to reach the main mountain range.
At the foot of the main mountain range, there are clusters of blackheads, which is quite spectacular.
The whirlpool formed a natural barrier, blocking the monks' progress. Some foolish and bold people tried to break through, but were sucked into the seemingly stagnant whirlpool and instantly strangled by the violent wind and snow.
The monks were terrified by what they saw.
The two of them found a place with fewer people, observed the situation of the vortex, and secretly looked at the group of monks.
Most of the cities that received the news were those around the Extremely Cold Mountains. The strength of these cities was only of medium level in the entire world of immortal cultivation, and the strongest among those who came was only a cultivator at the peak of the Out-of-Body Realm.
With his unique breath-concealing and concealment techniques, it would not be difficult for Qi Yangui to get a piece of the pie.
The only thing that makes it difficult is that the ancestors of those families may also come out to grab the treasure.
Qi Yangui glanced around the crowd and saw Luo Mingqian and his group in another corner. "They're over there."
Song Ningshu followed Qi Yangui's gaze and saw Luo Mingqian and his companions sitting or standing here and there, with Lu Yilin, who seemed to be a burden.
Jiang Sui was holding a broken branch in his hand. He looked very bored and was graffitiing on the snow with the broken branch.
Wen Xu was bored and swept the snow on the ground with his feet.
Jiang Nian crossed his arms and observed the situation around him.
As the one with the lowest cultivation level among the group, Lu Yilin drilled into the spiritual power shield opened by Luo Mingqian.
Mo Songyun half-sat on a large, clean rock, with one foot resting on it and the other foot dangling.
Jiang Qianliu pretended to take a nap beside Mo Songyun.
Song Ningshu felt that, how should I put it, it was like a picture of handsome men and beautiful women in different poses.
Jiang Nian met Qi Yangui's eyes, and a sense of familiarity came over him. His thoughts turned slightly, and Qi Yangui nodded.
As night fell, dots of fluorescent light lit up all around, connecting into one and reflecting on the snow, making the whole world dimly bright.
It is snow firefly grass, which mostly grows in extremely cold places. It can glow at night. Its light is similar to that of fireflies, but a little brighter and ice blue.
The clouds in the sky were so thick that they blocked the moonlight and starlight, but because of the snow glow grass, it did not affect the monks' better vision.
It started snowing.
It doesn't snow in the extremely cold mountains, but at this time snowflakes are falling down. To exaggerate, the snowflakes are as big as fists.
There were also unusual movements on the top of the mountain.
At this moment, there was a "boom" sound, and the vortex began to spin rapidly, gradually shrinking and extending, as if it could connect the sky and the earth.
Suddenly, the vortex shrank at an extremely fast speed and became a line.
A wind blew by, the thread broke, and it drifted in winding ways between heaven and earth.
There was another loud "boom", and the ice and snow that never melted all year round in the main range of the Extreme Cold Mountains collapsed. The snow covering the mountain seemed to be peeled off, revealing the bare mountain.
The accumulated snow fell, quickly forming a massive avalanche that rushed down the mountain.
The monks fled to higher places, and those who were a little slower were buried by the overwhelming ice and snow, and their lives or deaths were unknown.
Qi Yangui put his arms around Song Ningshu's waist, flew into the air, and stood in mid-air.
At this moment, several figures flew across the sky again, with powerful auras, some of which were different from those of human cultivators.
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