Hearing this name, Jing Jiu was a bit surprised. In ancient times, the highest emperor had a national seal made of fine jade. Later, the national seal was lost, and by chance, it was found by the founder of Zhongzhou School. He split it into two with his supreme magic skill. After countless years on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, he refined two magic weapons, called the Ten-Thousand Miles Seal. After the founder of Zhongzhou School ascended, the Ten-Thousand Miles Seal was left on the Cloud-Dream Mountain. It was said that it had the supreme magic power to travel through space. It was the highest magic weapon of the Spiritual Rank in Zhongzhou School, far more precious than the Heavenly Retrieval Orb.
Even though Bai Zao was the most beloved daughter of the head couple of Zhongzhou School, it was still surprising that she had such a precious treasure with her.
If other cultivators knew about this, they would probably try to kill her and steal the treasure in such an environment.
But she told Jing Jiu about it.
Jing Jiu asked, "Why didn't you leave?"
"At first, I wanted to do what you did. If my fellow disciples of Zhongzhou School were in danger, I would help them and then leave."
She said, "I didn't expect the situation to change so suddenly."
There was another reason why she didn't leave.
If they were in danger, she could help Jing Jiu leave.
But at that moment, the bamboo talisman she carried with her lit up.
That was the signal sent by the Eldest Brother.
Lo Huainan was such a proud person, but she took the initiative to ask for help. She must be in a very dangerous situation at this time.
Under such circumstances, how could she leave?
"I see. Sit tight."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Jiu rode the sword into the depths of the cold fog.
Bai Zao didn't expect his decision to be so sudden. She was a bit surprised, and subconsciously reached out to grab his belt.
The speed of the iron sword increased, and it instantly turned into a black line. The treasure lights in the sky were soon covered by the cold fog and could no longer be seen.
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…
The sun had risen, and the red and warm light shone on the lingering fog outside the fence.
But the highest hall of the Nishiyama House could no longer be as peaceful as it was a few days ago. It was shrouded in a tense and depressing atmosphere.
Whether it was the abbot of the Baotong Zen Temple or the leader of the Kunlun Sect, their faces were all gloomy.
The Thousand Mile Map in front of the sect masters and elders had already lost its effect. The cold mist that shrouded the mountains blocked their vision.
A flying sedan landed outside the railing, and the chief commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau walked in with a grave expression, saying, "The preliminary count is done."
The Duke Of He suddenly raised his head and asked, "How much?"
The commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau said, "Forty-three, and the number will probably increase."
Hearing this, the room became deathly silent, and the atmosphere became even more oppressive.
The Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting was indeed dangerous, but when had such a situation ever occurred?
In just one morning, more than forty contestants had died just like that!
Although the contestants were still very young and their realms were not high, they were all talented disciples who were focused on cultivating by their respective sects. It could be said that they were the future of the orthodox cultivation world.
No matter how one looked at it, this kind of loss could be called tragic.
Taking a deep breath, the Duke Of He said, "Fortunately, Zen Master reminded us in time; otherwise, more people would have died in this heavy fog."
The abbot of the Baotong Zen Temple asked in a low voice, "What is this fog? Why is it so eerie? It's said that the fog today is even colder than the last few days. "
"That's right, and the fog is very thick today, showing no sign of dispersing. It's very difficult to find all the contestants."
The chief commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau said.
Looking at the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect, Nan Wang and the others, Duke Of He asked, "Can we go further inside?"
Before the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect, Nan Wang and the others could respond, the chief commander shook his head and said, "The Chaotic Wind above the snowland is also affected by the strange fog, and is more violent than usual. The magic boats of various sects can't hold on for a long time, not to mention going further inside."
The warm red light shone on the sect masters and elders after passing through the railing and windows, but they couldn't feel any warmth, only coldness.
The mountains tens of thousands of miles away must be many times colder.
If they couldn't go further, what would happen to those young disciples who had already entered the depths of the mountains?
Especially the group of Lo Huainan and Tong Lu, they had gone too far …
The chief commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau lowered his head to take a look at the magic treasure, and said to the crowd, "Master Duhai has already gone inside."
Hearing this, the elder of the Zhongzhou School looked a bit better, thinking that the Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple should be able to save a few people.
Duke Of He said, "The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church and the chief commander of the Northern Magic Army have received the order, and are heading inside as well."
"We have to hurry up; otherwise, I'm worried that they might be trapped inside as well."
The Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect said icily, "Don't think I'm exaggerating. Even the Cold-Signal Bird of our sect can't withstand the cold intent in the fog; how long can they hold on?"
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In the deep end of the mountains, the cold fog was extremely thick. The thick fog was extremely cold.
Two powerful energies appeared, and the strong wind whipped up, bringing up the accumulated snow and pebbles on the ground, dispersing the thick fog to an area of one hundred square feet.
The chief commander of the Northern Magic Army and the Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church arrived together, exchanging a glance.
These two swordsmen of the north had disliked each other for many years; but when they looked at each other that day, there was no hint of mockery in their eyes, only surprise.
This patch of cold fog was truly eerie. Even they felt the Zhen Yuan in their bodies stagnated a bit, so how could those young disciples withstand it?
They had no hope that the two groups led by Lo Huainan and Tong Lu would have any survivors.
The cold fog in front of them suddenly changed shape.
Monk Duhai walked out from the fog while carrying two people; they were Tong Lu and a companion of his.
The companion was unconscious, but Tong Lu was still awake. He struggled and yelled, "Put me down! Put me down! "
Monk Duhai loosened his grip, and Tong Lu fell onto the snowy ground. He got up with great difficulty, and dashed toward the fog unsteadily.
Pah!!!
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church slapped him to the ground, and shouted in a deep voice, "It's extremely cold over there. We can't stay for too long. Do you want to die?!"
"Lo Huainan is still in there!"
Tong Lu struggled to stand up, and said in a trembling voice, "I want to save him, I want to save him."
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church and the chief commander of the Northern Magic Army exchanged a glance, feeling puzzled.
The relationship between the Zhongzhou School and the Western Sea Sword School was improving, but it was definitely not close. Moreover, the competition between Lo Huainan and Tong Lu in the Cultivation tournament was extremely fierce, and it was for this reason that their group had to go deep into the north of the mountains. Why did Tong Lu act as if he and Lo Huainan were sworn friends?
"He was in danger because he wanted to save me; how could I leave him alone?!"
Tong Lu slapped his own face like a madman, "I want to save my face!"
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church frowned slightly and knocked him out. He looked at Monk Duhai and asked, "Master, what's the situation over there?"
Monk Duhai's eyebrows were covered with frost, and he said in distress, "The extreme cold is only one aspect; there's something else going on. I feel restless with every step I take."
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church and the chief commander of the Northern Magic Army looked at each other again, thinking in shock that even the Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple couldn't maintain the Zen heart?
"It seems that we can't save Lo Huainan. Let's go."
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church said with a grave expression.
The chief commander of the Northern Magic Army said, "Wait a minute. There's still Bai Zao."
Monk Duhai sighed and said, "And Jing Jiu."
Before entering the cold fog, they had all received requests that they couldn't refuse.
The chief commander of the Northern Magic Army was an official of the Imperial Court, so he was close to the Zhongzhou School.
Monk Duhai was even asked by the Zen Master to take care of Jing Jiu.
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church looked at the chief commander of the Northern Magic Army and asked, "Did the Zhongzhou School say that Bai Zao has brought a locating magic device?"
"I didn't find it. It must be too far away," said the chief commander of the Northern Magic Army.
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church found it troublesome, saying, "It was the disciple of Aoyama named Jing Jiu who first discovered the problem; why did they go inside?"
Nobody knew the answer.
The cold fog gradually gathered again, and a breath was faintly discernible in the depths of the fog.
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church's expression changed abruptly, saying, "We can't stay here any longer."
Monk Duhai sighed again while looking at the cold fog. The prayer beads in his hand emitted a glow, illuminating the way ahead.
The Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church and the chief commander of the Northern Magic Army picked up Tong Lu and the other young disciple who had fainted, respectively. They used their magic treasures to break through the cold fog and returned to the Cloud Ship of the Zhongzhou School.
The Elder of the Zhongzhou School found that Lo Huainan and Bai Zao didn't come back with them, and his face looked terrible.
But he knew that the situation was tense, so he didn't say anything. He ordered the Cloud Ship to break through the Chaotic Wind and fly toward the south.
Monk Duhai and the Elder of the Zhongzhou School exchanged a few words in a low voice, and walked back to the railing of the Cloud Ship, looking down at the snowland and mountains below.
There was no sound, nothing at all. The mountains had disappeared, leaving only the boundless cold fog.
It was a clean expanse of whiteness.
Tong Lu woke up and looked up at the clouds above.
The clouds were stirred up by the violent Chaotic Wind, changing into countless shapes, but nothing could change the expression in his eyes.
His severely frostbitten fingers should be in extreme pain and itching at the moment, but nothing could change the expression in his eyes.
There was no spirit in his eyes, as he recalled the scenes of that moment in a daze.
The terrifying snow worm, the tragic death of his companions, his own despair, and the appearance of the tall figure of Lo Huainan.
In the end, the tall figure disappeared in the mouth of the worm, which looked like a black hole.
"You must survive."
Tong Lu's face was pale, and he said to himself, "Otherwise, what's the point of me winning against you like this?"
It was unclear whether he was so focused on the Cultivation tournament that he didn't pay attention to the outside world, or he was too frightened to realize that the first place in the Cultivation tournament this year was Jing Jiu.
Monk Duhai glanced at him, and he had the same doubts as the Sect Master of the Windy-Broadsword.
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