Chapter 177 Top of the North

The far north is covered with snow all year round. Ordinary people can't resist the cold even if they wear warm clothes at a low temperature of dozens of degrees below zero. This land is not suitable for ordinary people to live in, and no nation has ever been able to withstand the low temperature here, except for some monks who live here.

The vast snowy sea covers the sky and the sun. This winter seems to be colder than before. There are rare human smoke within a thousand miles, and there seems to be no living thing except falling snowflakes. The top of the far north is colder than the ordinary far north. If you don't reach the Yuanying period, you will be frozen by the cold force with your body and soul, and you will sleep from then on.

On the top of the far north, one of the top ten forbidden places in the world of cultivation, the two people were about to be covered with snow. If it hadn't been for the eyes that revealed their vitality, I'm afraid that even someone would have thought they were two inanimate snowmen.

The two are a white-dressed Shengxue, barefoot, with a jade flute hanging around their waists, like an extremely handsome fairy in the upper world. However, he raised a bad smile with a little joke, which destroyed the beauty of the upper and lower levels and made people affirm his gender. The upper world fairy and the evil boy were drawn an insurmountable gap by a smile.

On the contrary, the one who confronted him was a gentle middle-aged man. He was not tall and did not look outstanding. He was dressed in coarse clothes, and his skin was a little dark and rough. He was like a farmer working in the field, but his gentle but divine eyes always maintained a compelling momentum between heaven and earth. The cold air was smashed by his eyes.

"When I came to see you, I specially changed my white clothes. It seems that you still love beauty as before, but your family has not reached the peak of beauty, so why bother to pursue this appearance of nothingness? The reason is that you have been looking away for so long. Now it seems that this is just a short flick of your fingers, and you are still as free and easy as before.

It's as if you have met an old friend you haven't seen for a long time, and there is a long-lost smile on the face of middle-aged people. This is different from ordinary laughter. It is a heartfelt smile only when you meet a real confidant. A thousand years is actually very long. At least middle-aged people didn't expect that those people would still have a chance to see it, so this is his happiest day in thousands of years, which also dispels the haze in his heart.

The man in white smiled slightly, and the evil spirit at the corners of his mouth seemed to speak, showing his different mood. In those years, you obviously couldn't let go, but now it's okay. If I haven't seen you for a thousand years, you have taught me a lesson. Thousands of years, even if it's a long time, in retrospect, it's just a flick of a finger. How good is your sword?

The middle-aged man looked thoughtfully at the falling snowflakes, and a wisp of light flashed in his eyes. In an instant, the snowflakes flew in the air and quickly condensed into a huge ice sword. All this happened between the lightning and stones. The cultivation of the man in white was unfathomable, and he almost did not capture the light of that moment. Hui.

Somewhat surprised by the current cultivation of middle-aged people, or their perception of swords, men in white also thought that they could change a lot of things in a thousand years, but they didn't expect that their opponents who were difficult to win and defeat with him had grown to such a peak now. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the man in white would never have believed all this.

"Luo Changfeng, there is such a talented genius in the long history of Shushan, which can't be envied by other sects. Spiritual stones, magic weapons, or other things outside my opinion are not worth an inch of your sleeves. I'm afraid that in time, the ethereal supreme road will also appear your footprints.

The man in white sincerely sighed that he used to dominate the whole world of cultivation. The representative figure of that era, the man in white is definitely one, but in the view of the man in white himself, now Luo Changfeng has faintly suppressed him, and the strength of the two again seems to have quietly opened up a lot.

The ice sword lost the injection of Zhenyuan and soon fell from the air and smashed a big hole on the ice. The sad cold wind kept blowing, as if creating an atmosphere for the conversation between the two peerless masters. Mo Li, you missed a person, my younger brother, the first day in Shushan, Ning Xiaofeng. Many people call him my shadow, but I know he is not. As long as he wants him to cover my edge at any time, but he didn't do so. He didn't have a wish until his death. I can't compare with his heart.

This man in white was Mo Li, the white fox clan who helped the Lin River in the town demon tower that day, and he was also the demon saint who fought with Luo Changfeng in the first war between good and evil. Absolutely no one thought that this former demon saint was still alive, and it had been hidden in the demon tower for thousands of years.

Gently stroked the sleeves, and the snowflakes all changed their direction. The snowflakes that should have fallen seemed to float back to the endless distant sky. A cold wind hit him, and Mo Li's white gown danced along the cold wind. He was fully capable of allowing the annoying cold wind to stay away from here, but he did not do so, but let the cold wind blow him, as if a thin reed was washed by the cold wind.

"Ning Xiaofeng." Gently repeating the name, Mo Li quickly looked for the memory of the name in his mind. Slowly, some trivial pictures formed in my mind, one was equally young. The talented young man picked down countless besieged monsters one by one, but there was no dirt in his white clothes. There was a faint bitter smile at the corners of his mouth, and I don't know if it was for this deceased hero. He is a little similar to me. He likes to wear white clothes, but he likes to kill demons with a sword, but I don't like to kill people with a flute. With that, Mo Li touched the flute around his waist for fear that the treasure would be lost out of thin air.

Luo Changfeng was not impatient, and he didn't seem to be angry at all about Mo Li's words about the deceased, and reasoned word by word. He killed some man-eating monsters. Under my restraint, Shushan has been treating demons well for nearly a thousand years. Aren't you satisfied? Why do you always bring out some things about Chen sesame rotten millet? It's in vain that you were still known as the great saint of the demon clan. In my sense, you are more and more active you are back. In the end, the smile on Luo Changfeng's face became more and more prosperous. I think it was the old-fashionedness between friends that warmed his inner world in this cold winter.

didn't care about Luo Changfeng's ridiculing, and Mo Li shrugged his shoulders indifferently. It's rare for you to tell jokes, which has changed from a thousand years, but your jokes are indeed a little untimely. The yin qi has spread so fiercely that if I hadn't controlled this soaring demonic spirit in time, I would have attracted monks from all directions to encircle and suppress it.

The impact of the earth yin qi is very diverse, and it is the same that makes the breath of the monk uncontrollable. Mo Li stayed in the town demon tower for a thousand years. Naturally, he did not expect that the yin qi of the earth had been very different from the thousand years. The demonic qi all over his body was hooked by the yin qi of the earth and immediately became violent and swept up a demonic spirit that soared to the sky. Fortunately, Mo Li reacted in time and suppressed the demon pressure at the first time, otherwise the strong The demonic spirit is bound to attract the peeping eyes of the monks.

"Such a movement has attracted people. Seven disciples of Shushan are coming, and the promising young man I said is also in it. If you think about it, they should have come for you as a monster. For a thousand years, the disciples of Shushan have been so decisive. Speaking of this, Luo Changfeng was finally moved. As a member of Shushan, his face couldn't help but feel proud. If he knew that it was Nie Yun who made a haste decision and took over the power of Shushan, he was supported by Shushan's power. I don't know how he would feel.

There is no doubt that if Nie Yunyi does not have the secret order of his ancestor, or does not suppress the strength of the elders, it is not easy for Shan Lingzi to send people to the top of the far north. The view of each faction is not only greedy and afraid of death, but others seem to be more cautious than Nie Yunyi. These sects are all sects that have been passed down for thousands of years. Who is willing to send the foundation of the thousand-year sects into their own hands? Therefore, at this special moment, every decision needs to be discussed in the door before a decision is made, which is naturally much slower than Nie Yun's arbitrary efficiency.

"Big monster?" Pointing to his nose, Mo Li repeated helplessly. Wherever the demon clan goes, everyone shouts to fight. Even if the disciples of Shushan get instructions from Luo Changfeng, they have relatively improved their attitude towards the demon clan, but in the place where the demon clan appears, they will think about the bad side at the first time. Only that boy, with a weak demon hedgehog, has not forcibly signed a master-servant contract with it and allowed it to move freely. Now I think that there have been a lot of aliens in Shushan over the years.

"I don't know what good luck you have got in Shushan. It's surprisingly lucky. A few years ago, I also met a Shushan disciple. That disciple and a hedgehog are like friends, and I don't know how that boy is. Mo Li suddenly missed Lin He, but he didn't know that the Shushan disciple he said was the promising young man in Luo Changfeng's mouth, otherwise he would definitely sigh that the world arranged all kinds of coincidences so cleverly.

He straightened his chest, and a proud smile appeared on Luo Changfeng's face again. Being able to become a disciple of Shushan is a glorious thing in his life. He likes others to praise Shushan, praise Shushan's flowers, plants and strange mountains and rocks. Whether it is the talent excellence of the disciples in the door or the simple and solidity of the disciples under the door, this is what he is happy to see. At this moment, the cold momentum came from this legendary figure in Shushan thousands of years ago. The cold wind of the air and the drifting snowflakes were all still, as if they were restricted by a great force.

"I will be the top of the mountain and see the mountains at a glance."

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