That night, Fang Yuan made a batch of elixirs in the Dharma boat and made full preparations.
Then the next morning, when the wind and snow became more and more intense, he stepped out of the magic boat. By this time, he had removed all the magic weapons that kept warm from his body, and even took off the zong-colored animal skin on his shoulder. , only wearing a thin green robe, and did not soar into the sky, but walked towards the Wuxue Mountain that seemed to be connected with the sky on foot, with a thin but tall figure.
The snowy wind is like a knife, scraping the soul and eroding the bones.
The wind and snow here are so strong that they can even blow holes in the hard black ice rock.
But Fang Yuan only relied on his own magic power and body to forcefully climb the mountain.
On the other hand, the demons on the boat, after receiving Fang Yuan's instructions, could happily control the boat and follow Fang Yuan. They did not have to get down and follow him in the wind and snow. However, looking at Fang Yuan climbing the mountain, they also My mood was extremely complicated. For a moment, I wished that the snowstorm would freeze this annoying guy to death. At the same time, I couldn't help but worry, thinking that my erysipelas was still in my body. If I really wanted to freeze this guy to death, what would happen? Soon, I will be buried with this guy whose name I don’t even know.
Fang Yuan is not worried about what these demons will do. He has read books in Langya Pavilion for more than three years. The books are reasonable, knowledgeable, and contain many unexpected methods. Now he has at least a hundred Find a way to control these demons!
After entering the snowfield, he felt that the other party had a reason to die, so he killed them without mercy. However, for him, he still needed someone to help with menial chores, so he also left a few people who liked him for them. He stayed on the Dharma Ark to work. Although these were vicious people, he was not worried. He just fed one of them a poisonous pill, so he was not afraid of them rebelling.
He has clearly told them that this poison pill can only be detoxified by a great alchemist with at least five lines and six lines. If you are sure to find such a person to help you detoxify, then just run away. If No, then just stay there!
It is precisely because of this that we are now living in harmony with these demons.
Now that he has entered the snowfield, he cannot hide in the Dharma boat and enjoy the happiness. When he was studying in Langya Pavilion, Fang Yuan also heard the legend of the nine snow lines transforming creation, so he would follow this method every time he crossed a snow line. , to hone his sword skills.
Walking slowly against the wind and snow, we walked slowly towards Wuxue Mountain.
He had also crossed the first snow line and the second snow line, the White Corpse River, in this way.
Exercise!
The previous three years in Langya Pavilion were so comfortable.
It was so comfortable that he even forgot what it was like to endure hardship...
But now, he just wants to forget the comfort of the past three years and go back to this road.
The boundless wind and snow, coming in a long way, is simply more terrifying than the ice and snow magic power exerted by the Foundation Establishment monks with all their strength. What's even more terrifying is that the magic power still has a time to stop, but this long wind and snow keeps coming. It blew over me without a moment's rest, and kept surrounding me. But walking among the wind and snow, I could only grit my teeth and endure it, and walk to higher ground step by step...
The higher you go, the more intense the cold...
The world is vast and lonely, and it seems that I am the only one fighting against this vast world...
… No!
Fang Yuan turned his eyes slightly and looked ahead. There seemed to be another person there.
In Fang Yuan's field of vision, a small black dot appeared more than three hundred feet in front of him.
It seemed to be a thin woman, walking forward slowly.
Every step takes a lot of effort.
Her cultivation level should not be high, at least she has not reached the golden elixir realm.
For Fang Yuan now, he can still withstand the wind and snow in Wuxue Mountain. Each of the nine snow lines is more difficult than the last. With his cultivation, the previous snow lines cannot form too much for him. A lot of pressure.
But that woman was different. Judging from her cultivation in the foundation-building realm, the wind and snow in Wuxue Mountain had already reached the limit of what she could bear. Now that she was only halfway up the mountain, she was already struggling to move. She was about to collapse, and it was hard to imagine that if she went up further, the wind and snow would become even fiercer. How could she withstand it with her weak body and her cultivation in the foundation-building realm.
But the woman didn't seem to understand such a simple truth. She walked very slowly, but had no intention of stopping. She was still climbing up the mountain step by step. Her thin figure seemed to have a certain The indescribable tenacity of the stock...
"Is this the Zhongzhou ascetic that people in the inn are talking about?"
Fang Yuan glanced at her and remembered what the diners in the inn had said.
With a slight hesitation in his heart, he put an end to the idea of going over to say hello.
You have to walk your own road!
In his opinion, this woman only had the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment, so she came to this third snow line to practice hard. In fact, it was a bit too risky. If she continued to climb up, she would probably die in the snow. But after all, there is no need to stop her on her path of cultivation. After all, even if she dies in the snow, it still represents a martyrdom of will...
So, he still followed his own path and walked forward slowly.
He could walk faster, but in order to feel the severe cold between heaven and earth, he walked very slowly.
He knows that his real challenge will be in the next few snow lines, and now, he needs to use the severe cold of this third snow line to let himself understand the power of this world and become familiar with this cold environment, so as to prepare for the future. Prepare for the hard work...
The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger!
The snow beads as big as salt grains hit his face, no less than flying knives, but they couldn't hurt Fang Yuan's body, but the ubiquitous chill began to penetrate Fang Yuan's body bit by bit. , the green robe he is wearing is also an immortal robe, which can be said to be impervious to cold and heat. However, in this ice and snow, the cold is too heavy, but it cannot be stopped by the immortal robe, it has already been cut into his body...
Just like the magic power that protects the body, it seems to be soaked bit by bit by the cold...
Fang Yuan felt the coldness like a blade. After a moment, he suddenly took back all his magic power!
It was as if he suddenly lost his shelter, and his body began to tremble violently.
The cold air seemed to penetrate into his internal organs and even into the depths of his soul in an instant.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan destroyed his sword intention.
He began to use his sword intent to fight against the endless and all-pervasive cold.
This is also like a master's trick.
Use your own sword power to fight against the wind and snow in the vast world...
The sound of the wind between the heaven and the earth was much quieter, and the snow particles were bounced three feet away by the sword intention. The sword intention that Fang Yuan cultivated originally carried the self-perfect sword sutra. This kind of sword intention is perfect and seamless, just in line with the relationship between heaven and earth. Facing the omnipresent cold, it was like an invisible barrier, blocking the wind and snow from the sky and the earth, causing his physical body to finally stop shivering and feel a little warm.
However, this also seemed to anger Tiandi.
The chill howled and began to attack Fang Yuan intermittently, rushing over like a wave.
But Fang Principle only maintained the peace of mind, and kept destroying the sword intention to the most tyrannical level...
Along the way, he slowly crossed the mountainside and walked towards the mountain.
The sword is stagnant and the steps are slow.
I couldn't help but have a thought in my heart with some disappointment: "It seems that the power of the wind and snow on the third snow line is still too weak, and the pressure on me is not enough. Therefore, it is impossible for my sword intention to be obtained." Effective training…”
From the first snow line, he has been using the power of the wind and snow to hone his sword spirit.
But now, after all, he has advanced cultivation and strong strength. Although the three snow lines in front of him have never exceeded his limit despite the severe cold, of course, they cannot achieve the effect of improving the sword's will. After all, training is to possess Only the kind of power that exceeds one's own limit can form a huge coercion on oneself, and only then can one temper one's will and improve one's sword intent!
"Perhaps, the power of heaven and earth will only be useful to me when we reach the fourth snow line..."
Fang Yuan came up with this idea somewhat helplessly.
He would still finish this third snow line, but he already knew in his heart that it would be of little use.
However, at this moment, he felt something in his heart and slowly turned his head.
Although he walked slowly, the nun, the nun, walked even slower than him.
He wanted to feel the severe cold between heaven and earth carefully and clearly, and the woman was really about to lose her strength, but to Fang Yuan's surprise, she actually kept walking up the mountain from the foot of the mountain. come over.
Now, they were almost approaching the top of the mountain, and her performance far exceeded Fang Yuan's expectations.
However, at this time, she really couldn't hold it anymore. She staggered and slowly fell to the ground. It could be seen that she had been struggling to stand up, but her body and magic power were completely exhausted. Exhausted, every time she stood up, she was blown down by the wind and snow. Several times, she lay down in the snow, painful and desperate, and let out a faint cry...
It was this cry that made Fang Yuan, who originally wanted to continue walking forward, startled slightly.
The cry passed through the distant wind and snow, and when it arrived here, it was already very weak.
But from this weak voice, Fang Yuan felt vaguely familiar.
So he no longer hesitated, turned back, and flew past, arriving in front of the woman.
The thin woman finally ran out of gas and strength. The snow mutton and ice grass stuffed wine she ate in the inn were not enough to support her so much consumption, so at the moment when she was closest to the top of the snow mountain, she She finally fell down and didn't even have enough strength to turn back. This made her realize a terrible result and screamed in despair...
In the end, can't you stand this kind of hardship
She felt her body begin to numb, and various hallucinations seemed to appear before her eyes. Knowing that this was a sign that she was about to freeze to death, she raised her head in despair, wanting to see what seemed so close, but never left. A glimpse of the unreachable mountain top...
Then when she looked up, she saw the face she had always wanted to see!
A bitter smile appeared on her dirty-looking face, and she whispered: "I still can't do it after all..."
"Why are you bothering?"
She saw the man in front of her speak softly, with a look of surprise and reluctance on his face.
Listening to this very real voice, the grievance, pain, and boundless fear in the woman's heart suddenly burst out like water, and two lines of tears slid down her face. It immediately turned into ice.
She raised her hand, reached towards the illusion, and shouted with all her strength: "I... I just want to walk on that road..."
Then she felt that hand was held by a warm palm.
Then, her whole body was picked up.
Before the thin woman passed out, she had a puzzled expression on her face: "Can an illusion be so real?"
"However, if you die in this illusion, God has treated you well..."
It was a little stuck, but I still stayed up all night, wrote it three times in a row, and revised it in time. I have always felt that as an online writer, quality is very important, and speed is equally important. It doesn’t matter if you delay any of them!
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