In Changling, it has already reached the dark night, but among these glaciers, the sun seems to never set.
Being able to capture some of the aura left by the practitioner of Lingxu Sword Sect does not mean that he can grasp it accurately at any time.
Changsun Qianxue spent a long time. When the sun that seemed to never set was about to disappear on the horizon behind these ice peaks, she looked ahead and suddenly laughed.
She rarely smiles.
Although she smiled extremely reservedly, her smile at this moment was unusual.
Ding Ning felt like falling asleep several times.
Every time when extreme sleepiness strikes and the body is about to lose consciousness, the countless invisible silkworms in his body will become active, spewing out some vitality like spinning silk, making him wake up again.
However, the nine-dead silkworm hidden in his body naturally cannot release vitality endlessly. He has accumulated vitality for many years since Changling, especially the extremely spiritual energy he absorbed in the spiritual rain in the ancestral land. The pure spiritual energy was almost exhausted in his previous silent breakthrough.
The most important thing is that most of the power of the nine-dead silkworm in his body is suppressing the potency of the elixir of life, and because of the addition of that strange army, it is no longer easy and smooth to get the sword.
So at this moment, looking at Changsun Qianxue's reserved smile, he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "Are you coming soon?"
Changsun Qianxue's eyes fell on the flat glacier in front of her, she nodded, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became wider: "This senior from the Lingxu Sword Sect is too pretentious, let's look for what he left behind. After breathing for so long, he never thought that in order to cover up the lake, he would directly freeze the surface of the lake into a glacier."
Ding Ning was slightly shocked, looking at the ice under his feet, "Is there a lake below?"
"The ice is a bit thick, but there is a lake underneath." Changsun Qianxue looked at him and said, "It's a hot lake."
The old monk walking in front hesitated for a moment, and stabbed the ice with a little force with the wooden staff in his hand, but it seemed that he did not apply much force, but when the tip of his staff was lifted up, the ice surface But a vertically downward pore had already appeared, and a wisp of white hot air gushed out like a fountain, and then the heat quickly disappeared, and that pore was naturally re-sealed by the condensed and frozen water vapor.
There is indeed a hot lake down here.
There is a hot lake at the height of this extremely cold glacier, which naturally shows that the veins here, or a kind of power contained in it, is very different from other places in this glacier.
The cultivator of Lingxu Sword Sect directly sealed the surface of this hot lake with extremely thick ice with powerful means, just because he didn't want people to discover the strangeness of this place.
But for the eldest grandson Qianxue who can trace his legacy, this is a bit ironic.
He used this method to seal the lake, and the aura he left behind on this lake was extremely strong to Changsun Qianxue, and echoed with her natal sword, it was as if a huge fire had been lit here.
The three of them continued walking along the frozen lake, and at the other end of the lake, the faint breath echoing Changsun Qianxue's natal sword seemed to be the end of the trip.
The tiny ice flakes crumbled under the soles of the feet, making a creaking sound.
Although this sound was no different from that when walking elsewhere, Ding Ning still had a strange feeling in his heart when he thought of a hot lake with very high water temperature under his feet.
The area of this lake is so vast that when the light is dim, one cannot even see the middle of the lake when viewed from one end.
When the figures of Ding Ning, Changsun Qianxue, and the old monk disappeared into the dim light in the center of the lake, many tall black shadows slowly appeared on the edge of the lake on one side.
It's still Snowy.
Even though the old monk had killed more than 50 snowjacks before, this rare and powerful snow beast still appeared again and again. There were more than 200 snowjacks dragging various loads, rushing across the edge of the lake like a tide, It surged onto the ice that was hard and thick.
On the backs of these snowjacks and on the weights behind them, there are practitioners wrapped in thick black cotton robes. But it is even more spectacular and terrifying, and it is even unbelievable that there is an army following these snowflakes farther behind.
There are more than three hundred people in this army, all of them are on foot, and they are as silent as ghosts.
Practitioners who can trek long distances in such places and walk without relying on Xueji's riding, probably need at least a six-level cultivation base.
However, there is absolutely no army in the world, and it is absolutely impossible to have an army with more than 300 practitioners above the sixth realm.
Even in the period of Bashan Sword Field, there was absolutely no such army.
Since it is impossible to exist, there is only one explanation, these soldiers on foot cannot all be above the Six Realms.
Not being at the Sixth Realm but walking as if they were above the Sixth Realm, this silent army looked far more terrifying than the huge snowflakes in front of them.
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The real night is coming on the glacier.
Just as the sun seemed to never set before, the darkness in this kind of place often gives people the feeling of eternal night and never lighting up.
The old monk stopped.
Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue also stopped at the same time.
They have not yet reached the opposite side of the lake, and there is still a long distance to approach the edge of the lake.
But there was an icicle in front of them.
This icicle is only one or two feet high, and it doesn't feel particularly abrupt even on such a flat lake.
However, even Ding Ning and the old monk could clearly perceive at this moment that this icicle took a long time to "grow" out.
It used to be flat.
However, the sword cut off a certain energy below here, abruptly connecting this place with the magic circle in the Lingxu Sword Gate, and the natural fluctuation of vitality still made the ice surface here slowly bulge upwards. up, eventually forming such an icicle.
So here is the eye here.
That sword is the treasure here, just below this icicle.
Ding Ning turned around slowly, looking at the lake behind him as black as thick ink.
The ice layer was shaking slightly.
They found the sword, and the army followed, and obviously launched an attack without any concealment.
After the initial probing and consumption, this army did not make any moves, and it was only at this time that they began to make decisive moves. This shows that the goal of this army may be exactly the same as theirs, which is to find this sword.
The cold wind blowing high in the sky also suddenly began to collapse, and the extremely thin air began to tremble.
In the dark night sky, a dark green flame suddenly appeared.
The dark green flames fell from a very high altitude, but the long tails of the flames were quickly extinguished because the air was too thin, so this group of dark green flames was like the vertical eyes of a demon king moving in the sky. .
The dark green flames reflected the ice flakes on the entire lake surface, shining like emeralds.
In the dark green flames, there are many cold golden rays of light.
This is "Heavenly Slaughter", still a powerful talisman of the Great Chu Dynasty, powerful enough to cover the lake for hundreds of feet.
On the sparkling green lake, the heavy snowflakes had already been unloaded, and turned into huge black shadow trails, rushing towards them with gusty winds.