When Monk Wuxin and Monk Wuku rushed towards the team of Huaxu descendants again, in order to prevent the same thing from happening again, they were also very careful when they went forward, for fear of being bounced out and throwing a dog to eat shit, but In the end, it turned out that they were both worrying too much.
This time, when they got close to the Hua Xu descendant, they hadn't touched the invisible barrier at all. In an instant, the six figures disappeared without warning... Finally, Monk Wuxin and the others pounced on them. Also had to pounce on some air.
"What's going on??" Monk Wuxin stood in the field with a confused face. He looked around and still couldn't find Hua Xuyi and the others, and the luggage brought up the mountain by Hua Xuyi's team members also disappeared in an instant. Then they disappeared together.
At the same time, a cold wind suddenly blew up in the mountains.
The sudden gust of wind did not attract the attention of Monk Wuxin and the others at first, but after a while, the fierce wind directly dropped the temperature in the mountain to zero, as if putting everyone in the mountains in the cold winter months. , On the weeds and rocks, some black "frost" can be seen everywhere.
Just when everyone was puzzled by the disappearance of the Hua Xu descendants, some black snowflakes floated in the sky without warning.
That's right, black snowflakes.
Like some heavy metal shavings, the air is filled with a slightly pungent smell of burning metal, but it is also a bit like ashes left by some kind of substance. There is a part of that pungent burning smell. The smell of burning paper... It was a very complicated and strange smell.
These snowflakes seem to have a temperature close to the normal human body temperature, but the temperature in the mountains has maintained a rapid downward trend from beginning to end. When they landed, the residual heat disappeared completely, replaced by a bone-chilling ice cold, almost To freeze the whole mountain...
The wind was raging, and the snow was falling heavily.
This scene that should have been somewhat poetic and picturesque, but at the moment it seems to people is extraordinarily weird, those black snowflakes are swallowing up the mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the team members of Huaxu descent have completely disappeared. In the wind and snow, it seems that this is the "natural barrier" they created.
"Calling Snow... What the hell kind of ability is this..." Lu Yisheng looked at the black snowflakes floating in the sky in disbelief. This was the first time he had seen this kind of ability.
"It's not the ability, it's the technique. It's a technique passed down from generation to generation by the Huaxu family." Xu Yanan seemed to know more about these descendants of the Huaxu family who broke out from Shaanxi Province, and whispered something that had never appeared in the records of the Bureau of Secrets. "I once heard from my grandfather that their Huaxu family has an alchemy that has been passed down for thousands of years. It seems to be related to black snowflakes, but no one has seen it in modern times. It is just a rumor... .”
"Those snowflakes should be the product of some kind of energy gathering. Besides cooling down the environment... do they have other functions?" Chen Xian asked curiously.
"I don't know about that." Xu Yanan shook his head, and said helplessly, "This kind of technique should be the top secret of their Hua Xu family. No one has used it outside for nearly a hundred years. Maybe someone has seen it. Anyway, we The Xu family doesn't know... Sixth child, does your family know anything about the Hua Xu family?"
Li Daosheng shook his head and said he didn't understand, the two families had almost never dealt with each other.
"The snow looks a little familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."
Suddenly, Mr. Skeleton said such a sentence abruptly, but before Chen Xian and the others could ask, he shook his head again with very puzzled eyes.
"But I can't remember where I've seen it... and the black snowflakes I saw... seemed bigger than these..."
As he said that, Mr. Skeleton raised his head and looked at the ceiling, as if he was remembering something, before speaking again after half a minute.
"That blizzard covered a much larger area than this."
"How much?" Lu Yisheng looked curious and asked quickly, "How big is it?"
Mr. Skull fell silent, as if he was thinking about how to give everyone an easy-to-understand example, and he thought for a while before speaking.
"It's about the size of twenty Ningchuan cities..."
Hearing the example given by Mr. Skull, everyone looked at each other in disbelief, especially Chen Xian, who grew up in Ningchuan City. He knew the size of that city, 180 kilometers long from east to west. It is about 170 kilometers long from north to south... According to Mr. Skull's statement, the area affected by the blizzard is terrifyingly large, almost several circles larger than the province where Ningchuan is located.
"Was that snow a natural disaster caused by the natural climate or..."
Before Chen Xian could finish speaking, Mr. Skull interrupted directly.
"How could it be a natural disaster? It should be a divine disaster, a cataclysm used by an ancient god to harvest life... I remember that snow can freeze most known life forms, even souls At that time, countless lives died in the black snowstorm, probably as many as hundreds of millions, and several small countries were implicated by the snowstorm and caused their destruction."
Although what Mr. Skeleton said is no different from the Arabian Nights to outsiders, and it is a hundred times more mysterious than legends, but these people here know the identity of Mr. Skeleton. He is a monster who has survived for an unknown number of years. So the things he said at this moment should all have happened in this world.
An abnormal phenomenon that stretches for thousands of miles.
A natural disaster that can kill hundreds of millions of living organisms.
How powerful should the "ancient god" who summoned the black snowflakes be
"What happened in the end?" Chen Xian asked curiously, "The snow disaster stopped after killing everyone?"
"It's not that the snowstorm has stopped, it's that the ancient god was killed by others." Mr. Skeleton seems to be able to vaguely remember these past events, and he speaks with emotion, "The person who led the army to ambush the ancient god, It was the hunter of the Mu Empire, and I remember being there, that hunter killed the god with only one knife...with one knife, he split the neck of the ancient god, and then pulled off its head."
After all, Mr. Skeleton glanced at the screen again, with an inexplicably disappointed expression.
"The snow is just like the snowflakes in my memory, but it seems to be something different after a closer look. It's not very powerful..."
Lu Yisheng swallowed, and pointed to the monks on the screen who were about to be frozen into popsicles.
"Are you sure it's not too powerful?"
"Of course!" Mr. Skeleton laughed, "If I were the snowstorm in my memory, it would only take a moment to freeze their bodies and souls, and killing them would be as easy as killing mosquitoes."
While Mr. Skeleton gave Chen Xian and them "science popularization", the four bald monks on Dongshan Mountain were almost frozen to death. Maybe this is the limit of the Huaxu descendants. The power had already surpassed most people's imagination, and even the four monks felt that the frightening low temperature was a bit unbearable.
"Second senior brother! What can we do!" Monk Wujing kept rubbing his hands and panting, shivering from the sudden snowstorm, "We can't find them with our naked eyes, and their breath seems to be Hidden by these winds and snow... If this continues, maybe we will all be frozen to death here, should we use that trick?"
"I think it's okay." Monk Wuqing kept fighting with his upper and lower teeth, and his eyebrows were frozen into two snow-white icicles, "Although the senior brother told us not to use our abilities casually, we don't need to use them now. Needless to say, I might lose!"
"I don't want to lose." Monk Wuku said as little as before, and his face was very ugly.
"Amitabha... No wonder the big brother told us not to talk nonsense with the Huaxu descendants... just find a chance to hold down their captain and win......" Enlightenment Monk Xin looked ashamed, regretting that these words had been written on his forehead at the beginning, "I knew it would be like this and I wouldn't be polite to them, and it wouldn't change if I just knocked them down before they started fighting." It's such a hassle...."
As soon as the words fell, Monk Wuxin sat cross-legged on the ground, and Monk Wuqing and Monk Wujing behind him also sat down. Only Monk Wuku stood upright in the wind and snow. The person who is best at "fighting art".
"Third Junior Brother, I, Fourth Junior Brother and Fifth Junior Brother will use supernatural powers to help you."
Monk Wuxin seemed to be in a state of samadhi, with his eyes slightly closed and his hands pinching the spell. The body covered by the monk's robe was full of Buddha's energy, as if the golden Buddha's light flashed in his eyes, and the two behind him The same is true for the juniors, all of them are Buddhist disciples preparing to show their holiness in front of others.
"it is good."
Monk Wuku bent down to roll up his trouser legs, and saw that his calf was densely engraved with golden scriptures, among which there were several patterns similar to Taoist talismans.
"You help me find their location, let me kick them down the mountain and it's over."