For the herdsmen in the wasteland, the more difficult life is, the more they fear the heaven and the earth, and believe that there are gods in the dark.
As long as those huge mountains and glaciers that cannot be climbed and survived in their eyes are considered to be the residence of gods, the continuous snowfield behind the glaciers is naturally the kingdom of heaven.
The glacial mountains on the northwestern border of the East and the Hu have no idea how many thousands of miles they are in. Even the plateau pastures under these mountains are actually higher than many peaks in other places in the world.
When these giant Wuzhi wolves dragging the chariot can't move forward, the vitality of the world is really so thin that ordinary people can't move at all.
Between the two nearly straight snow peaks is a glacier protruding like a giant tongue of a demon king. The surface has been eroded by wind and sand to a blue-black color, and the dust embedded in the ice is like rust.
Ding Ning walked slowly on the glacier, holding the old monk's wooden stick in his hand.
Slow walking is not about wanting to see the scenery, but the real difficulty.
Even practitioners of the Seven Realms, at such heights that they can no longer breathe normally, still need to constantly consume the vitality of heaven and earth stored in their bodies to maintain their own consumption.
Although with the help of the spiritual rain that was swallowed into his body by the nine-dead silkworms in Zushan in the past, and the help of Xu Tianshen Jue and Human King Yubi, he quietly stepped through the middle level of the six realms, and gained the understanding of the void realm, and found a way that he could use occasionally. A shortcut to the power of the Seventh Realm, but his state at this time is naturally not the real Seventh Realm.
Even if it is just to go back to the road that he has already walked, those barriers that are extremely imprisoned for practitioners do not exist for him. The real realm he has reached is far beyond the seventh realm, but his body at this time , but it is naturally difficult to keep up, even worse than those practitioners in Changling who have slowly and normally cultivated to just pass the sixth level after countless years.
His breathing at this time was as heavy as a bellows beating, but his body still couldn't get enough air, his face became more and more red, his lips gradually turned purple, and his head gradually swelled and ached.
But his willpower is not only far beyond human, but even the vast majority of practitioners today can't imagine, so walking in this kind of place, but still only need to ask the old monk behind him to borrow a stick, and still be able to maintain absolute sobriety.
The old monk walked beside Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue like an attendant. He was even barefooted. The soles of his feet and the entire legs seemed pitch black with little flesh and blood, but there was some unspeakable strength in them. Fang Buddha can break through this glacier with a single stomp.
There are countless dangers on this kind of glacier. Under the seemingly normal flat ground, there are sometimes thin ice shells covered with bottomless and terrifying ice cracks, so his attention is always highly concentrated.
However, with the start of this trek, surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.
He could perceive that Changsun Qianxue was also a practitioner of the Seventh Realm, even far surpassing the general Seventh Realm. However, to his surprise, Changsun Qianxue seemed to walk in such a place more easily than him.
The cultivation level of Zhenyuan is slightly inferior to him, and he practiced the esoteric practice of painstaking practice. His body seems to have been squeezed like dry wood by the minimal needs, but every tiny particle of blood and blood in his body, every trace of flesh and blood , have been stimulated to the greatest potential, and are unimaginably highly coordinated by other practitioners.
So not only does his body contain terrifying physical strength, but the consumption of every movement is far lower than that of practitioners of the same level.
Not just the consumption of heaven and earth vitality, but the consumption of spirit, physical strength, heat, and even the demand for water vapor and air, all of which are far lower than those of practitioners of the same level.
He has only been to Changling once in his life, and spent the rest of his life in closed doors, so he doesn't know the origin of Changsun Qianxue. He only knows that it is easier than him to walk in this environment and in this place. It can only be explained that the natal creature in this female cultivator's body is the emperor of this kind of ice and snow world. It is extremely strong, and its influence on the vitality of the heaven and earth in this place is far better than that of ordinary natal objects.
I should be regarded as the most suitable practitioner in the whole world to walk in this kind of place, and now with such a powerful female practitioner who is even better than myself, this old monk even has the feeling that if the three of them can't get The sword of Lingxu Sword Gate is hidden in this mountain, and no one in the world will be able to find this sword again.
However, at this moment, he, his grandson Qianxue, and Ding Ning all sensed a dangerous aura at the same time.
In front of the glacier that was naturally cut into pieces like stone forests, several strange cold currents suddenly surged.
Several cold lights with strange whistling sounds, like ghosts crying, suddenly magnified in the pupils of the three of them.
This short time is very long in the perception of the old monk.
These are five feathered arrows, extremely slender, but both the tail feathers and arrow shafts are made of metal, and runes are engraved from the tip of the arrow to the tail feathers. This simple rune makes this kind of feather arrow The speed even exceeds the flying sword of ordinary practitioners.
The wooden stick in the old monk's hand was in Ding Ning's hand, but it was naturally impossible for him to be unable to deal with such five feathered arrows.
So he just stretched out his right hand and flicked the five fingers several times.
A few points of snow and sand in the air were ejected by his fingers, and then turned into snow dust with terrifying power, bombarding the five feathered arrows.
The five metal feather arrows stopped suddenly, and there was a terrifying explosion in the air, and then these feather arrows were completely shattered into countless pieces, and flew backwards at a speed that was even more terrifying than the previous arrows.
Behind those stone forest-like glaciers, figures of several people were vaguely revealed, holding longbows that also gave people a strange feeling, but before the second arrow could be fired, their bodies were already pierced by countless metal debris flying upside down .
These metal fragments with the blood in their bodies splashed into the glacier behind them, and each piece caused a huge explosion.
The huge air wave generated by the explosion threw the archers whose bodies were still spattered with blood forward.
When Ding Ning just narrowed his eyes, these archers crashed down in front of him like falling rocks.
Shocking several assassins in the front with a snap of the fingers already made people feel that the cultivation of this old monk was extremely terrifying. However, these archers were already covered in tatters and could not move, but they did not die, which showed even more The old monk's terrifying realm.
Ding Ning leaned forward slightly, trying to take a closer look at the costumes and other details of these archers, but at this moment, these archers made a slight sound in their throats, but at the same time, black water gushed out. Blood, the moment a strong stench rushed out, these archers stopped breathing at the same time.