Yin Biyue let his senior brother hold the wrist pulse gate, and passed a stream of real energy disguised as a devilish breath.
After the double cultivation, Luo Mingchuan's true essence flowed in his spiritual veins, and the way it operated was completely different from his real essence. Because he practiced the Cold Water Sword for many years, his whole body was dyed with chills, and his true essence was like the spring breeze and the rain, which made him feel comfortable. It's just that he has never practiced Tianluo Jiuzhuan, so he can't use it freely.
At this time, the new 'magic breath' had been in his body for a week, and every spiritual vein was covered with a thin layer of magic breath.
Luo Mingchuan said, "As long as you don't fight with others, you can't see any clues below Mahayana."
Yin Biyue also understands that if it reaches the point of fighting with others, naturally there is no need to hide or can no longer hide.
They crossed the boundary between the frost grass and the residual snow, and their figures disappeared in the wind and snow.
The snow field is vast and boundless, and the sky and the earth are white at a glance, only the snow peaks that penetrate into the blue sky between the clouds and mists guide the direction. If you don't use your divine sense to look at it, the sentry towers under Xuefeng are just black spots in the field of vision.
The knee-length snow and the cold dripping water are enough to block the weak practitioners and kill the weak lives.
More than ten miles outside the snowfield, there are often hidden beasts among the snowy hills, groups of gray wolves or lone snow foxes. Although his intelligence is not high, he also knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Sensing that a powerful coercion was passing by, he ran away like a frightened bird.
A group of people in black robes was hurrying towards the Xuefeng, and the snowflakes blown by the cold wind quickly covered the shallow footprints. There are more than fifty people in this team, and the ten people with the highest cultivation level walk at the head and tail of the team. From time to time there were whispers in the team, like asking something, but never getting an answer.
Suddenly, someone at the end of the line shouted, "Who?!"
Everyone hurriedly looked back, and the person walking in the front even drew his sword directly, slashing out a mighty demonic breath.
"laugh-"
The magic breath was lost, and the snow was deeply split three inches. The person who just spoke up seemed to be shocked, with a dazed expression, "No one, it's the wind."
The leader stopped looking at him, and the team moved on.
I don't know when there are two more people in the team, the breath and the heaven and the earth are integrated, as silent as snowflakes.
Yin Biyue wrapped his black robe tightly, the demon breath around his body was neither strong nor weak, and he had no sense of existence. He said through a voice transmission, "This team is not a patrol team. They are from the snowfield, and they are obviously two groups of people. Something is wrong."
The ten people at the head and tail of the team all wore cloaks to keep out the cold and snow, in a standard zodiac configuration. The people walking in the middle of the team, the black robes are of uneven quality, they can only consume their own magic breath to keep out the cold, and there is no palace emblem on the corners of their clothes.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Those ten people took action in time for emergencies, and also because they wanted to monitor the people in the defense team."
The first sentry tower on the snowfield is within easy reach. Someone above looked down at them condescendingly.
At this time, the people on Yin Biyue's right began to speak again, and it seemed that the group of people around him would say a few words from time to time.
"Do you think that method is credible?"
It was the people behind him who spoke up, "They've all come here, it's too late to believe it now."
"It's not too late, but the tower is not considered to be in the palace. Now I regret it, I should..."
Donglu Sanxiu did not have the cautious habit of sound transmission, but his voice was kept low, far from being enough to avoid the eyes and ears of others. Perhaps they are also deliberately testing something.
Seemingly disgusting those ramblings, the leader turned his head and stretched out his hand to the snow hill not far away.
The snow exploded, and a white shadow flashed along with the shrill sound of breaking wind. A Xue Linghu, who had not escaped, was held in his hand and directly bit the inferior carotid artery. Blood spurted and was quickly swallowed.
No one was moved by this, and there was still a bit of exploration in the indifferent expression.
Before the aggressive beast could struggle, it withered down at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a layer of smooth fur, which was thrown on the snow. Not a drop of blood remains.
Snowfields, a living environment with difficult conditions but abundant spiritual energy, breeds beasts that also have innate realms. Yin Biyue saw that the snow fox was already in the qi-refining period of a human practitioner, and after that life was eaten, the undisguised aura of demons burst out.
The leader wiped the corners of his mouth and looked coldly at the few people who were just whispering, "No more long-winded. I'll eat you."
Dry and happy laughter sounded from the beginning and end of the team. There are a few words scattered here and there, "Eat it and you can improve your cultivation."
The expressions of the team members were not afraid of fear. Perhaps in their opinion, being forced to drink blood for survival is no different from eating living things for a living. At this moment, it seems that a certain statement has been verified, and they are relieved.
No one spoke any more along the way. The team passed the four towers peacefully.
Yin Bi frowned, and asked the people around him through voice transmission,
"Apart from Tianluo Jiuzhuan, what kind of exercises can absorb the flesh and blood of living creatures and improve oneself without refining?"
"No. Galan's pupil technique does not really devour flesh and blood, but plunders the vitality of others. Those who can directly absorb it like this are not humans, but monsters."
The answer is chilling.
After waiting for millions of years, the monsters in Meteorite Abyss finally came out for food
Luo Mingchuan fixedly glanced at the demon cultivator at the head, "But there are no monsters in his body."
Although Yin Biyue had never practiced the art of divination, when he learned the movement technique of 'Treading Mountains and Rivers', his strong calculation ability had become an instinct. Now in the realm of Mahayana, one can already glimpse the secrets of heaven.
He thought quietly, there is no monster in his body, but there is a monster's instinct. It's not parasitic, it should be some kind of connection. Like... a contract.
Tens of thousands of strands of silk threads entangled together were found, and the threads became clear as a cocoon was broken. It is indeed like a contract.
Luo Mingchuan has a higher cultivation level than him and has seen more, "This kind of contract can borrow the power of monsters in the Meteorite Abyss. The flesh and blood devoured by the magic cultivator feeds the monsters, and the monsters lend their power to the magic cultivator. Few people can say no to this quick approach to strength."
"Different from the contract used to tame alien beasts in the Northern Continent, there is also Rong Zhuo as the medium for the contract to take effect between the monster and the demon cultivator. Only in this way can we control as many as 100,000 people and quickly return to the 12th house."
"Maybe there are some restrictions, such as the same contractors can't swallow each other. Otherwise, Donglu will still be a piece of loose sand that is keen on infighting."
The two pieced together a terrifying deduction. Yin Biyue felt that this should be very close to the truth.
Compared to sealing the abyss like a Juggernaut, killing Rong Zhuo was an easy choice, and it was the most urgent solution to the current situation.
The team had come under the Tongtian Snow Peak at this time, but instead of climbing up the mountain road, they chose to bypass the snow peak and continue to travel deep into the snow field. The patrols and sentries along the way have also become more and more dense, and the leader has come forward to negotiate more than once.
Yin Biyue has been calculating. There is no patrol interval for magic repairs, and the cultivation base is high and low, and a few swords can remove a few people. Instead, he was estimating the area of the snow field, the height of the snow peaks, the thickness of the snow in different locations, and other data that seemed to have nothing to do with the battle.
After the last check, when the team stopped, he had already counted everything he wanted, and felt much more at ease.
This place is no longer a vast snow field, there are a few artificially swept roads, and a dark house can be seen not far away.
A group of three people with profound cultivation came forward to receive them, and more than a dozen people from the first and last went out to salute. The three looked at everyone in the team, and their eyes did not hide their contempt.
When the team passed by and bypassed an abandoned palace with double eaves, Yin Biyue looked up and felt that this hall was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
He was about to withdraw his gaze when the words 'Changyuan Hall' mottled with gold paint on the ebony plaque suddenly entered his eyes.
Failing to grasp the fleeting sense of familiarity in my heart, I subconsciously glanced at the people around me.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Three miles to the west here is Meteor Star Abyss."
I don't know when, the whistling wind has quieted down. Yin Bi raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and he could see a sinuous black pattern in the distance, like a scar from a snowy field.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly stopped and said calmly, "I know where Rong Zhuo is. He also knows that I am here."
Just as he followed Yin Biyue's gaze towards the hall, someone saw him.
At the same moment, a hoarse voice sounded from the four fields, with a smile, and it spread far and wide in the wind and snow.
"boom-"
Unprepared, the snowy air machine changed abruptly, and the ground beneath our feet exploded one after another. In the thunderous sound of collapse, snow and earth and rocks flew and splashed, and the team ran away in mourning.
More than ten extremely powerful auras rushed towards this place.
Without a moment's interval, the sword qi had already split through the heavy snow and dust, and when it fell, four blood mists splashed out of thin air, forcing the four people behind to show their bodies.
Yin Biyue stood on the eaves of the temple, his hood fell, and three thousand white hairs fluttered in the snow.
His sword was extremely precise, and there was no panic that his tracks were exposed. In his opinion, all he wants to know is over. Since there is an inevitable battle, it doesn't make much difference to fight sooner or later.
As early as Luo Mingchuan finished saying that, they looked at each other.
The battle started so fast that it was too late to say anything. But one look is enough.
Yin Biyue's meaning is simple and firm, 'Don't worry, I can do it. '
So when the sword energy fell, Luo Mingchuan was three miles away, at the starting point of the abyss, and saw the initiator.
Yin Biyue was standing on the eaves, and the Qi Qi in every direction several feet away was blocked by the black-robed people. Some are floating in the air, and some are standing in front of the stone steps of the main hall. These twelve people are condensed and powerful, and five of them have reached the peak of Mahayana. Even the four people who were stabbed by his sword qi just now had no visible wounds on their bodies.
Unsurprisingly, all the top powerhouses in the magic way left in the East Land came out.