After the three old demons left, the boat set off and continued heading north.
After crossing the eighth snow line, the coldness intensified. The sky and the earth were filled with heavy snow and fierce winds. By this time, even the Dharma boat could no longer fly. The strong wind howled, almost blowing the Dharma boat. The boat was about to be torn into pieces, so Fang Yuan and Jin Hanxue had no choice but to leave the boat in a snow col, and then took all the warm jade and forbidden formations with them and walked in the snow.
This walk lasted for more than a month. I could only walk a short distance every day, so I had to dig a snow cave to rest.
Above the snowfield, there are countless nine snow lines, which are originally natural chasms.
According to legend, the first snow line is a forbidden area for mortals, because mortals cannot stand the boundless wind and snow when they come in.
The third snow line is the forbidden area for Foundation Establishment. Foundation Establishment cannot withstand the wind and snow behind it.
The seventh snow line is the golden elixir forbidden area.
Of course, this division is not so precise. It is just a rough measurement used to describe the coldness of wind and snow above the snowfield.
If you have brought enough treasures to protect you from the cold, are well prepared, and do not encounter any danger, then even a mortal may not be unable to go deep into the snowfield. It is also possible for a foundation-building monk to survive after the third snow line, and If there is nothing important, even the Nascent Soul cultivator is not willing to easily cross the eighth or even the seventh snow line to find fault for himself.
After reaching the eighth snow line, the violent wind and snow were almost twice as strong as before. In the front, it would only blow away the spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness. After the eighth snow line, it could almost release mana. It has also been blown away, which means that the Yuanying, let alone the shell, cannot use magical powers. Therefore, the Yuanying only has one more inner breath than the Golden Core realm.
It's like a weak old man and a strong young man running into the ice and snow. Although the strong young man can indeed carry it better, he doesn't have much advantage over the old man. Everyone is not on this side. The opponent of heaven and earth.
The eighth snow line is known as the point of no return.
It means that after crossing this snow line, no one can come back.
However, Fang Yuan and Jin Hanxue didn't think so much and just jumped in.
Fang Yuan regarded this as his own training, and he also regarded the world as an increasingly powerful opponent.
After entering the eighth snow line, he was fighting against the heaven and the earth all the time. He used everything he learned. When he was training himself in front, he also deliberately took off the cold-proof things on his body and used them as much as possible. Swordsmanship is used to fight the wind and snow, but at this time, there is no need to be so troublesome. All methods and magic weapons are used as much as possible...
Survival is the main purpose.
Unlike Fang Yuan, Jin Hanxue seemed much more relaxed after entering the eighth snow line.
At the third snow line, she already looked like she could hardly bear it. Now that she had passed the eighth snow line, she still looked like she could hardly bear it. She was wrapped in a thick white bear fur, with her chest underneath. His back, knees, and shoulders were all padded with fine warm jade. He had to take a fire pill every half an hour and followed Fang Yuan as he walked with difficulty.
The white cat huddled in the pit of her heart, with only its head exposed, looking like it was sightseeing.
Although the world is so difficult, there are some benefits.
That was before the eighth snow line. They encountered several waves of opponents and experienced several fierce battles. However, after entering the eighth snow line, they suddenly disappeared. Not to mention seeing people, even the snow beasts were gone. I didn't see a shadow, and I felt much more relaxed.
Here, you only need to fight against heaven and earth, and there is no need to consider other things.
In this way, after a difficult month, the exhausted Fang Yuan and Jin Hanxue finally arrived in front of an ice thorn forest. This was a wonder on the snowfield. On the ground, a line about three or four meters wide appeared. The ice thorns in it point directly to the sky, like chaotic swords, heading towards the wonders of heaven and earth that are unknown in the distance and how they were formed.
And this Ice Thorn Forest is the ninth snow line.
Looking at the ice spines emitting strange light under the skylight, Fang Yuan almost fainted.
He didn't even understand how he had gotten through this month.
During this month, his brain has even stopped functioning, just to retain any weak energy so that he can resist even more severe cold. His physical body has long been exhausted to the extreme, and his magic power seems to have been exhausted. exists.
He remembered the heavy snowfall in Taiyue City when he was a child.
In that severe cold winter, because he was not working quickly, he broke a bowl and was thrown into the ice and snow by his aunt for most of the night. He was only wearing a single linen garment with holes exposed, and he looked like this. In the lonely and silent snow, boundless coldness rushed towards him from all directions. He felt that his body was losing consciousness inch by inch, and he felt a boundless fear.
That time, his uncle finally relented and took him back to the house in the middle of the night.
But this time, who will take him back
Fang Yuan was stunned for a long time before he regained his composure and found that he was actually distracted.
Consciousness is like silk, seeming to be quietly flowing away from the sea of consciousness.
He shook and smiled bitterly... He didn't know if the expression on his frozen face had changed, but he felt like he was smiling... Then he continued to walk forward, stepping on the smooth ground, little by little. Travel through the Icethorn Forest.
It took Fang Yuan four days just to cross the Ice Thorn Forest, which was only a few miles away.
Then he faced the endless wind and snow behind the ninth snow line, and continued to move forward without hesitation.
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"The kid has really crossed the ninth snow line. Do we still want to chase him?"
What Fang Yuan didn't know was that there was a group of people less than ten miles behind him.
There were about five or six people in this group, and they all carried a translucent ice sword on their backs. This sword was extremely magical. Even deep in the cold snowfield, it seemed to be colder than the surrounding wind and snow. When it was tied to the back, the entire Qi of these cultivators was integrated into the wind and snow. The sky was cold and the ground was cold, and the wind was howling, but most of the coldness was resisted.
Of course, this is a place close to the ninth snow line after all. Even with such magical ice sword protection, these people are not easy. Judging from their frozen faces and almost stagnant magic power, it is not easy for these people. It seemed that they were almost reaching their limit, and their faces were very haggard. Looking from a distance at the ice thorn forest that was stabbing into the sky like chaotic swords, their faces showed a look of horror.
"We, thirty-six disciples of the Sword Washing Pool and two Nascent Soul Elders, were tracking this thief all the way. As a result, people kept falling behind in the wind and snow. Even Elder Wei fell into the ice cliff to save the two of them. The disciples were injured and were forced to return. Now there are only six of us left. We only managed to get here with the help of the Ten Thousand Years Ice Soul Sword given by the Immortal Sect. If we go forward... "
Someone said with a blue face: "I'm afraid even the Ten Thousand Years Ice Soul Sword can't help us. This sword can help us resist the severe cold and protect our hearts, but after the ninth snow line, the wind and snow are too terrifying , I’m afraid we can’t hold on..."
After hearing this, even the Yuanying elder's face became a little ponderous.
He is Nascent Soul, and his cultivation level is higher than everyone else, but he has crossed the ninth snow line, and he still doesn't know if he will have the life to come back.
"After all, we still have the Ten Thousand Years Ice Soul Sword to protect our bodies, but that person may not have such a rare treasure. He dares to go in, how can we be weaker than him?" In the silence, a short young man held up his hands. Rubbing it vigorously, he took a breath and sneered: "Besides, since I have received the order from the sword head to take this person back, how can I be afraid of the cold snowfield and hold back?"
As he said that, he glanced at everyone: "I plan to continue to follow, what about you?"
"Xuanchi, you..."
After hearing this, the expression of the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal also changed, and he hesitated to speak. He looked at the ice sword behind the disciple named Xuan Chi and thought to himself, that sword of yours is the real sword-washing pool. The Ten Thousand Years Ice Sword, one of the seven famous swords, may be able to withstand the snowy wind and snow, but the other disciples are just the Xuanbing Swords that were born with the Ten Thousand Years Ice Soul, but they may not be able to withstand it...
But several disciples of the Xijianchi around looked at each other, with a coldness flashing in their eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Since Senior Brother Xuan said so, how can we be afraid? It is said that there are three lives behind the nine snow lines. The inheritance of the sword demon, haha, we just happened to go in and see if the great demon from ancient times was really stronger than our sword washing pool in the way of swordsmanship... "
The wind and snow howled, and the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal couldn't say anything else. He all moved towards the Ice Thorn Forest.
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"You're so brave, you actually rushed over like that?"
On the other side, about three or four miles away from the disciples of Xijianchi, someone was also having the same conversation. Young Master Chengtian placed a fiery red jade plate on his heart, and then took seven or eight grains of jade. The elixir, which was as big as a dragon ball and as white as snow, was swallowed into his stomach. He took a long breath in the wind and snow, looked at the dazzling ice thorn forest, and smiled lightly.
"Young Master, this ninth snow line is scarier than the rumors say. Do we really want to go there?"
Beside him, the four elders and three or four other evil sword monks in black robes all had slightly changed expressions and were worried.
"Whatever happens is half as good as ninety!"
The young master Chengjian smiled coldly and said: "I chased him all the way, deliberately not to kill him, and even helped him risk a lot of people who blocked the sword washing pool, just to let him lead the way. , so that you can lead us into the Wusheng Sword Tomb? Now that the Wusheng Sword Tomb is right in front of you, you are afraid of the snowy wind and snow, and you don’t dare to go any further?"
In response to the words of the Young Master Chengjian, all the cultivators around him suddenly had expressions of embarrassment on their faces.
They all thought: You have the Vermillion Bird Divine Stone to protect you, but we don’t...
I had no intention of challenging the wind and snow that could kill people after the ninth snow line, but when I thought about the hidden disease in my cultivation and the need for the inheritance in the Wusheng Sword Tomb to save my life, I could only be cruel and bite Clenching his teeth: "Then let's go in together!"
(End of chapter)