Yin Biyue let his senior brother hold the pulse point on his wrist and pass a stream of true energy disguised as demonic energy over.
After practicing dual cultivation, Luo Mingchuan's true essence was already flowing in his spiritual veins, and the way it flowed was completely different from his true essence, like a stream of water mixed into a big river, without fusion or conflict. Because of years of practicing Hanshui Sword, he was stained with coldness, and his brother's true essence was like spring rain, making him feel comfortable. But he had never practiced Tianluo Jiuzhuan, so he couldn't use it freely.
At this time, the new "demon breath" passed through his body for a cycle, and each spiritual vein was covered with a thin layer of demon breath.
Luo Mingchuan said, "As long as you don't fight with others, no one below the Mahayana level will be able to see any clues."
Yin Biyue also understood that if it came to the point of fighting with others, there would naturally be no need to hide or it would be impossible to hide anymore.
They crossed the boundary between frosted grass and remaining snow, their figures disappearing in the wind and snow.
The snowfield was vast and boundless. At a glance, the sky and the earth were all white. Only the snow-capped peaks that reached the blue sky between the clouds and mist guided the direction. If one did not use divine sense to see, the sentry towers under the snow-capped peaks were just black dots in the field of vision.
The knee-deep snow and the freezing cold of water were enough to block low-level practitioners and kill weak lives.
More than ten miles outside the snowfield, there are often ferocious beasts hiding in the snow hills, groups of gray wolves or lone snow foxes. Although they are not very smart, they know how to seek benefits and avoid harm. When they sense the strong pressure passing by, they will run away like a frightened bird.
A group of people in black robes were hurrying towards the snowy peak. The snowflakes swirled by the cold wind quickly covered their shallow footprints. The group consisted of more than 50 people, with the ten with the highest cultivation level walking at the head and tail of the group. There were occasional whispers in the group, as if they were asking something, but they never got an answer.
Suddenly, someone at the end of the team shouted, "Who is it?!"
Everyone looked back in panic, and the person walking in the front drew his sword and slashed out with a mighty demonic aura.
"laugh--"
The magic breath missed, and the snow was split three inches deep. The person who spoke just now seemed to be shocked, and his expression was a little dazed. "There is no one, it's the wind."
The leader no longer looked at him and the team continued to move forward.
I don't know when two more people joined the team, their aura merged with the heaven and earth, as silent as snowflakes.
Yin Biyue wrapped his black robe tightly, the demonic aura around him was neither strong nor weak, and he had little presence. He transmitted his voice, "This team is not a patrol team. They came from outside the snowfield, and they are obviously two groups of people. Something is wrong."
The first and last ten people in the team were wearing cloaks to keep out the cold and snow, a standard configuration of the twelve zodiac signs. The people in the middle of the team were wearing black robes of varying quality, which could only be used to consume their own magic energy to keep out the cold, and there were no palace emblems on the corners of their clothes.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Those ten people are there to take action in case of emergencies, and also to monitor the people in the defense team."
The first sentry tower on the snowy plain was within reach, and someone was looking down at them from above.
At this time, the people on Yin Biyue's right began to speak again. It seemed that only a few people around him would say a few words from time to time.
"Do you think that method is credible?"
The person behind him said, "Now that we are here, it's too late to say you don't believe it."
"It's not too late, but the tower doesn't count as entering the palace. If you regret it now, you should..."
The East Continent cultivators didn't have the habit of being careful when transmitting their voices, so they just kept their voices low, far from being heard by others. Perhaps they were also deliberately testing something.
As if he found the chattering annoying, the leader turned around and stretched out his hand towards the snow hill not far away.
The snow exploded, and a white shadow flashed by accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind. A snow fox that had failed to escape was caught in his hand and bitten directly on the subcarotid artery. Blood gushed out and was quickly swallowed.
No one was moved by this, and there was a hint of inquiry in their cold expressions.
The aggressive beast shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye before it could even struggle, leaving only a layer of smooth fur, and was thrown onto the snow, without a drop of blood or flesh left.
The snowfield is a harsh but spiritually rich living environment, and the beasts that are bred there are also innate realms. Yin Biyue saw that the snow fox was equivalent to the Qi Refining Stage of human practitioners, and after the human was devoured, the demonic aura around the body burst out without concealment.
The leader wiped the corner of his mouth and looked coldly at the people who were whispering just now, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will eat you."
Dry but joyful laughter rang out from both ends of the team. A few words were said sporadically, "Eating it can improve your cultivation."
The team members did not look scared or panicked. Perhaps in their opinion, eating raw meat and drinking blood to survive was no different from eating living things to improve their cultivation. At this moment, it was as if something had been verified, and they all felt relieved.
No one spoke during the journey. The team passed the four towers in peace.
Yin Biyue frowned and asked the people around him,
"Besides the Nine Heavenly Rotations, what other technique can absorb the flesh and blood of living creatures and improve oneself without refining it?"
"No. Galan's pupil technique doesn't really devour flesh and blood, but rather plunders the vitality of others. Those who can absorb it directly like this are not humans, but only monsters."
The answer is chilling.
The monsters in Meteorite Abyss have waited for millions of years. Are they finally coming out to look for food?
Luo Mingchuan took a steady look at the leading demon cultivator, "But there is no demon in his body."
Although Yin Biyue had never practiced the art of divination, his powerful calculation ability had become instinctive when he learned the "Treading Mountains and Rivers" body movement. Now that he had reached the Mahayana realm, he could already get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven.
He thought quietly, there is no monster in his body, but he has the instinct of a monster. It is not parasitism, but a certain connection has been established. For example... a contract.
The ends of the tangled threads were found, and they became clear like a cocoon being pulled out of a thread. It really looked like a contract.
Luo Mingchuan had a higher cultivation level than him and had seen more. "This kind of contract can borrow the power of the monsters in the Meteorite Abyss. The flesh and blood devoured by the monsters are used to nourish the monsters, and the monsters lend their power to the monsters. Even if they know that they are courting disaster, few people can refuse this method of quickly increasing their strength."
"Unlike the contract used by the North Continent to tame exotic beasts, there is Rong Zhuo as the medium between the monsters and the magic cultivators to make the contract effective. Only in this way can we control more than 100,000 people and quickly bring them under the control of the Twelve Palaces."
"Perhaps there are some restrictions, such as the contractors cannot devour each other. Otherwise, the East Continent will still be a mess of infighting."
The two of them pieced together a terrifying deduction, and Yin Biyue felt that this should be very close to the truth.
Compared to sealing the abyss like the Sword Master, killing Rong Zhuo becomes the simplest option and the best solution to the current urgent situation.
The team had arrived at the foot of Tongtian Snow Peak, but instead of climbing up the mountain path, they chose to bypass the snow peak and continue to move deeper into the snowfield. The patrols and sentries along the way became more and more dense, and the leader came forward to negotiate more than once.
Yin Biyue had been calculating. He did not take into account the patrol intervals of the demon cultivators, their cultivation levels, or how many people he could kill with a few swords. Instead, he estimated the area of the snowfield, the height of the snow peaks, the thickness of snow at different locations, and other data that seemed irrelevant to the battle.
After passing the last checkpoint and when the team stopped, he had already calculated everything he wanted to, and felt much more at ease.
This place is no longer a vast snowfield. There are several man-cleared roads here, and a dark mass of houses can be seen not far away.
Three people with high cultivation level came forward to lead the group, and more than ten people at the head and tail came out to salute. The three people looked at everyone in the group, their eyes showed no disdain.
When the team passed by an abandoned double-eaved palace, Yin Biyue looked up and felt that the palace looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
He was about to look away when the three characters "Changyuan Palace" written in gold lacquer on the ebony plaque suddenly caught his eye.
Unable to grasp the fleeting sense of familiarity in my heart, I subconsciously glanced at the people around me.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Three miles west of here is the Meteorite Abyss."
At some point, the whistling wind had quieted down. Yin Biyue looked into the distance and could see a winding black line in the distance, like a scar tearing through the snowfield.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly stopped and said calmly, "I know where Rong Zhuo is. He also knows that I am here."
Just as he followed Yin Biyue's gaze towards the hall, someone also saw him.
At the same time, a hoarse voice rang out in the wild, with a smile on its face, spreading far away in the wind and snow, "A friend has come from afar, and I am sorry for not welcoming him from afar."
"boom--"
Caught off guard, the energy of the snowfield suddenly changed, the ground beneath their feet exploded one after another, and a thunderous collapse sound was heard, with snow, earth and rocks flying and splattering, and the team fled in all directions wailing.
More than ten extremely powerful auras rushed towards this place.
In a moment's delay, the sword energy had split open the heavy snow and dust. As it fell, four streams of blood mist splashed out of thin air, forcing the four people behind to reveal their figures.
Yin Biyue stood on the eaves of the palace, his hood dropped, and his three thousand white hairs fluttered in the snow.
His strike was extremely precise, and he was not panicked at all for being exposed. In his opinion, everything he wanted to know was over. Since there was no way to avoid a fight, it would not make much difference whether it was fought early or late.
As soon as Luo Mingchuan finished speaking, they looked at each other.
The fight started too quickly, there was no time to say anything, but a glance was enough.
Yin Biyue's meaning was simple and firm, "Don't worry, I can do it."
So when the sword energy fell, Luo Mingchuan was already three miles away, at the starting point of the abyss, and saw the culprit.
Yin Biyue stood on the eaves, and the auras in all directions several feet away were blocked by the black-robed men. Some were floating in the air, and some were standing in front of the stone steps of the hall. The demonic auras of these twelve people were condensed, and the pressure was huge. Five of them had reached the peak of the Mahayana realm. Even the four people who were stabbed by his sword energy just now had no visible wounds on their bodies.
As expected, all the top demon masters who remained in East Land came out.
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