Chapter 74 Under the Ice Wind Valley

Countless fork roads, countless caves, and in an instant, the people around them disappeared like magic.

Her front, back, left and right are ice cliffs towering into the sky, and the empty valley dog teeth seem to be crissscrossed as if there will never be an end. The overwhelming wind and snow shrouded this white world, and people look extremely small in it.

The wing is no longer able to fly against the wind. The violent cold current keeps hitting like an ice knife, forcing her to do her best to resist at all times, otherwise even if she is not frozen, she will be cut and crushed by the wind blade frost knife!

She had seen with her own eyes that the two saints of Xiaoyao tried to force the wind, but just ten meters away from the ground, she was blown into the air by a sudden surge and spitting blood and falling!

In contrast, it is safer to walk honestly. Perhaps, this is the law deliberately set up in this ice and wind virtual world. Everyone is like a headless fly, groping in a labyrinth-like valley, even the characters of the Holy Step are no exception!

It doesn't mean that no one can break the prohibition of ice and wind. However, those who have the strength to crack, whose cultivation is at least above the thirteenth level of the holy level, have seen the first enlightenment of the heavenly machine, and there is no need to use the sword magic treasure at all.

There is a strong cold fog between heaven and earth, like a sticky ** flowing, which makes the wings feel extremely difficult with every step. Moreover, her spiritual consciousness is completely blocked. The spiritual platform can only be reflected to a scene with a radius of ten meters, and it is even more difficult to reach ten steps away!

What the hell is this place?

At first, a faint voice could be heard, as if from the entrance of another world. But after walking out for about half an hour, I could no longer hear any sound other than the wind and snow. It seems that I am the only one left in the huge ice and snow.

It was bad enough to encounter this kind of thing, but it took more than two hours to find that the more terrible thing was still ahead.

The hail falling from the sky like ten thousand arrows, the deadly cold drifting from the cave like a ghost, the oncoming ice storm like a horse, the ice spirit looming in the thick fog, and the ice valley maze that is completely lost and doesn't know where it is...

Wings can hide if you can, and escape if you can, but sometimes you can't escape, so you can only try your best to resist and resolve it. So soon she felt that she was so tired that she was about to fall out. Her hands and feet became more and more disobedient, and she couldn't help but hate it.

Fortunately, the cold material has soared for six hundred years. Otherwise, according to the light temper of the wings, he must pile up the old man with ice and snow all over his body, and he will be blown by the cold wind at the mouth of the valley for seven days and seven nights like a snowman. He will not give up until he freezes into pig's head meat.

But now she can only think about it. A pair of snow-white and tender hands are frozen red, as ugly as ten carrots.

Suddenly, he raised his wings and faintly heard a voice behind him. She didn't feel happy. In this empty environment, it's boring to walk alone. Even if she meets a pig, at least she can hold it to keep warm.

She stopped and turned around to see who she was. However, after waiting for a long time, no one came. But the voice still echoed in his ears, but he was blown by the strong wind that he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Is there anyone?" Yi Qingyang asked with luck, "Who is talking there?"

"Is there anyone? Who is talking there?" In the vast snow and fog behind, an identical voice repeated, like her echo.

"What kind of sneaky person, come out!" The wing was a little annoyed.

"What kind of sneaky person, come out!"

"A follower!"

"A follower!"

"I said you were a follower!"

"I said you were a follower!"

In several rounds of confrontation, the parrot learned the tongue of the other party's ghostly. The wings were gently raised and unbearable. "The choked" pulled out the "sugar fairy sword" inserted diagonally behind his back. The two-foot-long silver and white sword ears danced in the wind. The sword pointed to the direction of the human voice and said, "If you dare to learn another sentence again, I will cut your tongue!"

Unexpectedly, the man was not afraid at all and imitated as usual, "If you dare to learn another sentence, I will cut your tongue!"

The wing raised his heart and tried to say, "I'm a pig's head!"

"I'm a pig!" The voice continued to be a parrot.

Yi Qingyang listened and almost laughed out loud. Only then did he know that the guy was just learning from others, but he didn't understand the meaning at all.

Her anger subsided in an instant, and she put the plain fairy sword into the sheath and said, "Come out, I won't hurt you."

"Come out, I won't hurt you."

A white figure floating in the air slowly emerged from the thick fog, like a parrot, but it was transformed by a cold spirit, not an entity like a cloud.

It seemed that it still had some fear of Yi Qingyang and did not dare to get too close, but kept looking at her with a pair of curious little eyes.

"What's your name?" As soon as the words came out, Yi Qingyang knew that he had asked for nothing.

Sure enough, the little thing responded without thinking, "What's your name?"

The wings were soft and ironic. He stretched out his palm to it and said, "Come here!"

"Come here...?" The little thing hesitated and realized that the wings were not malicious to him, so he fluttered his wings and carefully stopped on her palm.

"It's so cute--" The wings gently picked up the small thing and carefully looked at its soft snow-white feathers, holding it in his hand without any weight.

"It's so cute--" The little thing raised his little head and looked at the wings and said lightly.

Yi smiled gently, touched its little head and suddenly had an idea and said, "Yes!"

"I have it!" The little thing learns word for word, but it doesn't care what's going on.

The wings smiled softly, stared at the little thing's eyes as bright as two diamonds, and said word by word, "Yuer--"

"Yuer," the little thing seemed to understand something from the light eyes of the wings, and once again read, "Yuer--"

Fly raise your fingers gently to your heart, "Lightly--"

Yuer seemed to understand a little this time. He thought about it with his little head and shouted, "Lightly!"

The wing picked up Yuer happily, kissed it on the forehead, and couldn't help saying, "Ah, it's so cold!"

"Lightly raise the good ice, gently raise the good ice--" Yuer seemed to enjoy the light kiss of her wings, happily flapping her wings in the palm of her hand, and "sh" brought a piercing chill.

The wings gently raised their dark eyes and flashed, and asked, "Yuer, do you know where the sword magic tomb is?"

"Yuer, do you know where the Sword Devil's Tomb is?" Yuer didn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence, and she was still learning to speak by herself with great interest.

Just as Yi Qing raised her heart and felt slightly disappointed, Yuer suddenly jumped out of her palm and shouted repeatedly as she flew, "Yuer, do you know where the sword demon tomb is..."

Yi Yang was stunned, and immediately woke up. He praised happily, "Yu'er is so good!"

At present, Yuer flew high and low in front, and his wings flew gently behind him closely.

Yi Yang was surprised to find that the cold fog, storms, hail, elves, and even the intricate fork in the valley were not a problem for Yuer at all.

Although its wings are completely stretched and cannot exceed one meter, it contains incredible power. Just a casual and gentle fan, the strong wind can make all the things in the valley that make it a headache compete with each other, avoid it, and easily create a broad road.

What's more amazing is that it seems to have a strong deterrent to all kinds of existences in the ice wind. Those ice spirits dare not approach at all, and even the terrible ice storm had to take a detour in front of this little thing.

Think about it, it can soar and circle from the heart to its heart in the ice wind virtual environment where it is very difficult for it to fly. Isn't this ordinary?

The only question that Yi Qingyang is worried about now is whether Yuer can really lead herself to the sword demon tomb.

Suddenly, Yuer hovered in the air, and her feathers all over her body stood up. A pair of small eyes blooming with terrible silver light stared at the sky in front of her, and the low roar in her mouth was obviously restless, as if she sensed that there was some danger approaching.

The wings raised her heart lightly, and she pulled out the plain fairy sword and was on guard, but the cold fog greatly limited her spiritual visit space, so that she could not notice anything.

Just as she was surprised, the thick fog in front of her rolled violently and waved away like a wave. A huge object that is more than three meters tall and less than ten meters long is like a moving iceberg hitting its wings.

It looks similar to a bison, but there are three horns on the top of its head, one in the middle of the forehead and the other two on the side of the ear. It is not a flesh and blood body at all, but it is like a translucent ice sculpture, and even the internal organs in the body can be faintly seen clearly.

On the back of this ice-carved magic cow, there is a figure lying on its head, holding the corner of its forehead tightly with its left hand, and it is difficult to distinguish its appearance with its face down.

The ice sculpture demon cow saw its wings flying gently. Instead of slowing down and avoiding it, it roared rapidly. It seemed that it wanted to knock her directly out.

"Just kidding, I'm afraid of you, a bull?" Yi Qingyang just wanted to teach this guy a lesson with his sword, and the Yuer in the sky suddenly let out a thunderous low roar.

"Moo--" Its body suddenly expanded and changed into another ice-carved magic cow between its fingers, and no matter its body shape and expression, it is exactly the same as the one running oncoming, like a pair of twin brothers!

"Yu'er?!" The wings were stunned, and some doubts were whether the name of this little thing should be changed as soon as possible?

"Boom--" is like two planets colliding with each other, and the snow, fog and ice of Bobo spread.

The light-winged figure was involuntarily taken to the air. The ground cracked into divergent ravines, and huge ice rocks like locusts fell on the cliffs on both sides.

Yu'er bounced backwards, and the cold fog rose all over her body, showing her true body again.

The ice-carved demon cow also suffered a lot. With a loud roar, the people on its back were thrown out, and its body fell down like a hill. It rolled several times on the ground before standing up again. The "woo" sound passed by gently from the wings, and disappeared in the depths of the thick fog. Only the dull hoof marks echoed like thunder. In the valley.

"Yu'er?" The light and delicate body fluttered like the wind and lotus leaves in the cold, and struggled to get close to the little thing.

Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by the figure who flew up from the back of the ice sculpture demon cow. She was surprised and said inexplicably, "Why is this guy?"