Chapter 279 Lin Du Can't Lose

In the Far North, there is ice and snow all year round, and cold waves are even more frequent in winter. Blizzards are frequent, the sky is as dark as if it is the end of the world, and there is only endless snow in sight.

Chu Guanmeng looked at Lin Du, who had turned into an ice sculpture even without the blizzard, with a strange look of worry in his eyes.

Three years have passed, and it is almost unable to feel the spiritual bond in its consciousness. The connection is very weak, so weak that it is like a tiny ray of light in the abyss. When a person is at the top of the mountain and looking down, the tiny ray of light seems particularly distant and tiny.

Chu Guanmeng knew from the beginning that Lin Du would be a strong man, and she would try her best to find the final way out even if she was pushed to the limit.

But she is not a real strong person yet.

The weak will be devoured.

Chu Guanmeng was thinking with a mixture of joy and confusion: if Lin Du was gone, should it swallow the Snow Spirit first, or should it leave Lin Du's body, bury it and only consume the Snow Spirit's power?

Anyway, it's free now.

As Chu Guanmeng thought about this, he carefully lit a circle of fire around Lin Du.

The power of ice and snow is not so easy to dissolve, but it is the Cold Moon Spirit.

The Moon Spirit has two phases, extreme cold and extreme heat.

It can probably barely deal with the power of ice and snow, at least...it won't cause a living person to suffer from hypothermia due to the torture of the power of ice and snow.

It seems that humans... need a little warmth, right?

There was a hint of confusion in the rabbit's red eyes; it probably remembered correctly.

The wind and snow were very strong, like the howling of ghosts. In the snowy night when the sky and earth were bent by the wind, a piece of ice and snow suddenly burst out from the thick snow, going against the overwhelming wind and snow.

A man in a thin jade-colored monk's robe fell to the ground, the chains on his body clanking. In the blizzard that could make a snow beast curl up and bend its back, he walked steadily. Even though the monk's robe was blown to his skin and blocked his steps, there seemed to be no sense of stagnation.

Wei Zhi walked around the place where he was buried and confirmed that the defensive formation was still there.

Lin Du's formation ability was so outstanding that even a three-year blizzard was unable to break it in the slightest.

Before she shut herself up, she also set up a defensive magic circle around the place where he was imprisoned.

Lin Du is a strange person. He seems to have a strong aversion and guilt towards compliments and kindness from others. If he accepts kindness, he will try his best to repay it in other ways, even if others don't know.

Wei Zhi did not destroy it, but walked around the formation, trying to find the direction of Lin Du.

I couldn't find it.

But given Lin Du’s condition at the time, it was impossible for him to walk too far back to the sect. He was almost paralyzed.

Moreover, he could clearly feel Lin Du's aura in the past two years.

Wei Zhi fell into deep thought. If he didn't send Lin Du back alive, would Lin Tuan chop him to pieces?

He sensed the blizzard again and wanted to come out to confirm Lin Du's survival, but now it seems a bit difficult.

Some people are alive but already dead, and some people are dead but still alive. [Note 1]

Lin Du is now very far away from life, but not far from death.

The refining technique requires one to absorb the essence of the earth bit by bit, and transform the ice and snow power in the body into spiritual power. Finally, it is gathered in the body and continuously compressed through special operations to become an existence close to the ice and snow power, thereby reaching a pseudo-spiritual state - the true spirit of heaven and earth. It absorbs the spiritual power within the earth, but uses the power of its own origin.

This is almost impossible based on the common cognition of modern people.

Even for those who possess the inner elixir of the original spirits of heaven and earth, it is difficult to achieve this kind of reversal that only spiritual beings can successfully achieve.

Lin Du is feeling very cold and in pain now. Everything went smoothly in the first two years, except that her meridians were swollen and almost broken, but she got used to it. Later, she ate the core of her origin, and the malice of the previous Snow Spirit was released, which was cold and ruthless but pure, and invaded her consciousness all the way.

It gave her a deathly delirium.

She remembered a lot. When she was young, she got frostbite on her hands in winter. At first, it was swollen, painful and itchy. Then it turned into blister and there was pus inside. Finally, her fingers slowly shrunk and became like dried corpses. They were purple and black, like soft balloons with their wrinkles punctured. They became abnormally skinny and small, but strangely soft.

Lin Du felt that perhaps his entire body would be like that finger, swelling a little at first, then becoming edematous, and finally drooping down, becoming a piece of rotten flesh with no substance at all.

That's a bit unsightly.

She seemed like she was really going to die.

The hypothermic body suddenly felt a faint burning heat, and an inexplicable burning smell came from the tip of the nose.

Lin Du was suddenly startled. She didn't want to die.

Whether it was in her previous life, this life, or perhaps many more lives, she didn't want to die.

She wants to live.

The world may be cruel and hopeless to people, but when it really comes to the end, people’s instinctive fear is death, not rebirth.

The reality is full of scars, despair, and countless tragedies, but she has clearly made a way out. Why should she die?

She had to live, like a desperate gambler, throwing huge sums of money and flesh and blood on the gambling table of life again and again, mortgaging everything with her entire fortune and even overdrawing her future to gamble on a thorny road that could be considered a way of survival.

Everything is at stake, so the gambler cannot lose.

Lin Du cannot lose.

There was a reel in her consciousness; her past life was empty and desolate, as fleeting as a slide show, while the scenes of this world seemed to go on and on without ever ending.

It turns out that just twelve years is so long.

Ni Jinxuan's orange candy, Xia Tian's effortless burnt cake, Mo Lin's hand pretending to casually place the hard food in front of her, the little man emerging from the book given by the eldest senior sister, the blank back of the master standing in the library, thinking hard about her short fate, the rebellious stick figure in the painting of the seventh senior sister with a look of disgust, the secret mountain picked up by the second senior brother for her, the determined blow of the third senior brother in front of all the disciples, the curled corners of the fifth senior brother's mouth under the beard and the countless prescriptions, the small stove that the sixth senior brother carried her to the foot of the mountain...

The lights of the Supreme Sect at night are like little warm lights, the mountain is hazy in the daytime, and the sun shines on the golden mountain...

She really wants to live.

Lin Du's consciousness fluctuated violently, breaking through the black fog of deathly delirium. The raging sea of ​​consciousness overwhelmed Xue Ling's final malice and shattered those negative whispers.

Within Dantian, the compressed and transformed spiritual energy finally turned into a powerful force close to the origin of ice and snow, and then enveloped the core origin glowing with ice-blue light, beginning the final devouring and dissolution.

Lin Du sensed the powerful pressure that was about to open, and thought of his precarious heart. He hurriedly took out the Deep Sea True Spirit, forced it into his body, and used spiritual power to guide it all the way into his heart.

In almost an instant, her exhausted and tired heart was wrapped up by the ball with a firm glow, and an unprecedented vitality and power continuously poured into her heart.

At the same time, the last of the ice and snow power wrapped around her original talent rushed out of her dantian, poured into her central meridian, and then spread to the rest of her meridians. Her heart meridian steadily bore the flood-like impact.

Lin Du guided her over and over again, and after becoming familiar with her, he began to slowly accept Xue Ling's original talent.

Without her noticing, Chu Guanmeng, with a guilty conscience, quietly used the extremely cold power of the moonlight to smooth out the burnt corners of her robe, pretending that nothing had happened to erase all traces of the arson.

It's all because of the useless robe! It's definitely not the problem of the extremely hot power of the Frost Moon Spirit!

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Note 1: Adapted from Zang Kejia's "Some People", but not the original meaning.