(I was also troubled when I read The Path Toward Heaven. It's not bad, but why are there so few updates and the author writes so slowly? It's hard to solve. It has nothing to do with any objective situation. It's just that I'm getting lazier and lazier as I get older. Of course it's not right, but I have to find a way to change it …
As for the party composition, I did want to follow the game, but that was just my personal curiosity. It had nothing to do with the game's adaptation. To be honest, who would change their own thinking and story just for the sake of the game's adaptation? The reason I'm curious is that the Butterfly has been playing Honor of Kings, the Leader has been playing Onmyoji, and Haitang has been playing Kensan. They are all addicted to it. I want to figure out the fun of it and understand it through learning. But when I was making the detailed outline, I found that I couldn't design a nanny no matter how they taught me. Sigh. Finally, the Butterfly No. 20 is going to release a new book of Honor of Kings. I don't play games, but I think it's awesome.)
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The suction from the egg of the snow worm was so weak that not even a hair could be moved. If Jing Jiu's senses were not so sharp, he might not have found it.
He looked at the egg in front of him and squeezed it with his fingers. The egg squeaked like a leather bag filled with wine, but there was no response.
With his Sword Awareness, Jing Jiu was sure that the life in the egg had woken up.
When his fingers fell on the egg, the life showed greed and the desire to devour.
But then it sensed the horror of Jing Jiu's consciousness and began to play dead out of fear.
It was a newborn demon beast of the Snow Kingdom of the lowest level, but it had such a strong awareness of life and death before it had seen the real world. It was really interesting.
Jing Jiu put it away.
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At the foot of a black rock peak hundreds of miles away, several young practitioners were discussing something.
They were also participants of the Cultivation tournament. Their clothes were ragged, and they must have experienced many battles. But they were very excited, and their eyes were full of confidence.
They were summing up yesterday's battle, hoping to cooperate with each other more tacitly, so that close combat, defense, and long-range attacks could be combined more effectively.
With a soft beep, a young cultivator took out a magical item and carefully looked at the summary of yesterday's list, saying, "Lo Huainan and the others are still in front."
That referred to their positions on the Law Tournament Ranking, which also referred to their positions in the snowland.
Lo Huainan's group had already gone deep into the snowfield and encountered many powerful monsters from the Snow Country. That was why the plum blossom in the painting was so big.
They subconsciously looked at the young man in front of them, revealing expressions of admiration. If it weren't for this person in their group, they wouldn't even have the extravagant hope of being able to follow behind Lo Huainan. They would have long been left in the dust and lost the possibility of getting first place in the Cultivation tournament.
The young man stood tall and straight in the wind and snow, like a real sword.
He was the genius disciple of the Western Sea Sword School, Tong Lu.
According to the preliminary evaluation of the Curtain Rollers, Tong Lu was ranked second in the Law Tournament, even surpassing Bai Zao and Tong Yan, and was only second to Lo Huainan.
In fact, among the dozens of paintings of winter plum blossoms hanging in the roofed corridor of the Nishiyama House, only his group could barely keep up with Lo Huainan's group.
In terms of the number of plum blossoms, Tong Lu's group was no less than Lo Huainan's. It was only because they didn't go deep into the snowfield that they didn't encounter too many monsters of the Snow Country in the middle state.
The four young cultivators understood that they were the ones who slowed Tong Lu down. They felt apologetic, but they behaved very bravely in battle.
"What's going on with Senior Jing Jiu? Why hasn't he made any achievements after so many days? "
"I'm not sure. There's a Kunlun disciple in my Big Brother's group. According to him, Jing Jiu hasn't made any moves these days, and he hasn't even left that mountain."
"The first mountain after entering the snowfield?"
"That's right."
"Is he scared? But if he doesn't even dare enter the snowfield, why would he participate in the Cultivation tournament? "
The cold wind was as sharp as knives, rolling up the snowflakes and landing on Tong Lu's ordinary face.
He listened to the discussions of his companions, expressionless and unmoved.
If it were before the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting, he might have thought that Jing Jiu was a cowardly and incompetent person; but he didn't think so after that chess game.
A person who could withstand Tong Yan's lethal attack on the chess board and counterattack successfully must have a very powerful Dao Heart and willpower.
Yet, he couldn't figure out what Jing Jiu was thinking.
Suddenly, a surprised cry broke out.
Tong Lu walked back to his companions' side. Seeing the latest news from the magic treasure, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
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Jing Jiu and his group walked on the snowfield, keeping a distance of a few dozen feet to a thousand feet between each other, so that they could use their best Cultivation methods to rescue their companions who were closest to them.
The ground in the snowfield suddenly trembled once, and then returned to quietness.
The five of them halted their steps.
Lu Jin took out his magic treasure and pointed it at the snowfield, his face growing gloomier. He turned his head and said to his companions soundlessly, "Something is here."
It was deathly quiet in the snowfield, except for the whistling sound of the cold wind.
These young Cultivation practitioners were inexperienced, and all they knew was to hold back their energy and stay silent. They didn't expect the sudden disappearance of the footsteps and the quietness to be a clear warning to the creature under the snowfield.
The snowfield in the distance suddenly bulged up, and then turned into a snowy line, moving toward the distance.
This was the first fight after participating in the Cultivation tournament, so they were a bit excited, but more nervous, so they didn't react immediately.
In order to escape faster, the creature crawled out of the snowfield at a faster speed. From a distance of more than six thousand feet, they could vaguely see that it was a spider-like creature, about the size of a regular round table, its back as smooth as a mirror, and its legs moving as fast as lightning, but they couldn't see them clearly.
"The Snow Foot Monster!"
Dai Ying yelled, "Who can tell how many legs it has?"
"Six," replied Jing Jiu.
Hearing this answer, Yin Qingmo and the other two relaxed a bit, and Dai Ying even smiled. The fewer legs a Snow Foot Monster had, the higher its level was, and the more powerful it was. The Six-Legged Snow Foot Monster was the weakest, and it hadn't even leveled up once. Even the most common Cultivation practitioner could deal with it easily.
Jing Jiu untied the iron sword on his back.
Dai Ying reached out to stop him, "Let me!"
Before his voice died away, he had already dashed away.
The other three followed him.
In a few breaths, Dai Ying had reached the back of the Snow Foot Monster and whipped it hard with the Green Rope in his hand.
The Green Rope was a magic treasure of the Kunlun Sect, containing the power of the Flood Dragon Bone. The heavy blow was more than a thousand pounds, and even a stone would be shattered.
Even though the shell of the Snow Foot Monster was hard, this one was only in the Six-Legged Realm, so it couldn't bear such a great force.
With a muffled sound, the shell of the Snow Foot Beast cracked open. Countless amounts of green fluid sprayed out in all directions like sharp arrows.
Dai Ying stepped back in the air and landed on the ground.
Wu Mingzhong dashed forward and summoned his sword and shield, protecting Dai Ying behind it.
Yin Qingmo was a little slower. She raised the Star Pot and recited a spell silently. A stream of clear light shot out from the Star Pot and poured down like a waterfall, covering her and Lu Jin.
Only a series of crackling sounds could be heard, like a torrential downpour, mixed with the sizzling sound of burning.
Wu Mingzhong and Yin Qingmo put away their magic treasures after all the green fluids had fallen.
The surface of the thick and solid sword and shield was full of densely packed pits, which were the traces of corrosion caused by the venom.
Before participating in the Cultivation tournament, they had learned relevant knowledge and knew that the green blood of the Snow Foot Monster was highly poisonous and highly corrosive. But only after seeing the real scene did they realize that even the Snow Foot Monster of the lowest level could be so dangerous. Even if it could be killed easily, it could still pose a threat to them.
Looking at the dead Snow Foot Monster in front of them, Yin Qingmo couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. She suddenly thought of Jing Jiu and looked over worriedly, only to find that Jing Jiu was standing not far away, his white robe fluttering in the wind, without a single drop of venom on him.
At this moment, something strange happened again.
From the cracked shell of the Snow Foot Monster, a small black shadow suddenly leaped out. It squeaked strangely and ran away at an extremely fast speed.
"Ting Er! It's a Ting Er! "
Dai Ying looked at that thing. Instead of being shocked, he became even more excited.
The Ting Er was a rare intelligent being among the middle-level monsters of the Snow Kingdom. It lived in the shell of the Snow Foot Monster and could control hundreds of Snow Foot Monsters at the same time with its voice.
On the battlefield, the most important mission of the Ting Er was to drive the tide-like Snow Foot Monsters to attack the human army.
The speed of the Ting Er was amazing, but it was not dangerous.
Who would have thought that in a place far away from the core of the Snow Kingdom, there would be a Ting Er living in the body of the six-legged Snow Beast of the lowest level.
To them, this was an extremely lucky thing.
Without hesitation, Dai Ying was ready to chase after the Ting Er.
Jing Jiu felt something was out of place, so he reached out his hand in an attempt to stop him.
Dai Ying misunderstood that Jing Jiu wanted to take the credit, so he pushed Jing Jiu's hand away with a sneer and leaped forward.
The Kunlun Sect was located in the Cold Mountain, and they were good at the movement of wind and snow.
Dai Ying didn't need to ride the sword, so he leaped into the air. In a few seconds, he had become a dark speck in the distance and caught up with the Ting Er.
The green light illuminated the snowland.
Jing Jiu whipped the green rope toward the ground.
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