There was still the snowland beyond the mountains, but it was not the one in the south.
The fog here was much thinner, not because it had dispersed, but because most of it had been blown into the mountains.
The temperature here was even lower than in the mountains, as if even the sound could be frozen. It was deathly silent.
A black iron sword was flying soundlessly over the deathly silent snowland, like a boat, ready to sail across the lifeless and cold world.
The iron sword was very wide. Jing Jiu sat in front of it, and Bai Zao sat behind him.
Both the Cloud Boat of Zhongzhou School and the swordsmen of the human race had been left far behind, and could no longer be seen.
In such an environment, the regular Cultivation practitioners' Zhen Yuan would be slowed down, and their spiritual awareness would be obstructed. It would be difficult for them to even ride the sword, and they would be frozen to death in a short time.
For some reason, Jing Jiu didn't seem to be affected by the cold. He sat cross-legged at the head of the sword, his eyes closed, and the forefinger of his right hand pointed forward.
A faint but extremely pure sword energy came out from his fingertip. It formed a semicircle shield, enveloping Jing Jiu and Bai Zao in the middle as it was blown by the cold wind.
Bai Zao was wrapped tightly in the cloak of the Fire Golden Sparrow, exposing only her eyes.
Looking at the figure in front of her, she blinked her eyelashes, but the frost on them didn't fall off. The confusion in her eyes grew stronger.
In such a cold world, even the elders of her sect wouldn't be able to withstand it for long.
Jing Jiu was merely in the initial state of the Undefeated; how could he bring her here?
What was he doing with that finger of his? Was it some kind of sword style? How could it withstand the attack of the cold?
If it weren't for the heat emitted from that finger, she would have died a long time ago, and had no choice but to use the Seal of Ten-Thousand Miles to leave.
Bai Zao wasn't wrong. The finger of Jing Jiu was indeed a sword style.
If the elders of the Green Mountain saw this scene, they would definitely let out a cry of surprise.
He was able to employ the Six-Dragon Sword style of Shiyue Peak to such an extent.
Compared to this finger, the fire dragons employed by Gu Qing and Xue Yong 'e by the Stream of Sword Washing were nothing.
…
…
The iron sword slowly came to a stop.
There was no sound in the surroundings, not even the sound of the wind. More than ten miles away, there was a faint cold fog rising. Or was it a cloud?
There were no living creatures on the ground. To be precise, there were no living creatures. The frozen corpses of the snow foot monsters could be seen clearly. Those Snow Foot Beasts were either six-legged or five-legged. They were relatively low-level, but the Snow Country's monsters had actually been frozen to death. This was something unimaginable, and one could imagine how terrifying the cold fog was.
Looking at the other side, Bai Zao wondered if her Big Brother could hold on for much longer.
"Is he still alive?" Jing Jiu asked.
Bai Zao looked at the glowing bamboo tablet and said in a trembling voice, "He's still alive."
Jing Jiu asked, "Do you have a good relationship?"
"Yes." Bai Zao paused and continued, "Senior Brother and I are like brother and sister."
Thinking of the one in the Guocheng Temple, Jing Jiu said after a moment of silence, "Then I have a good reason to come."
Bai Zao said seriously, "This is the business of our Zhongzhou School and has nothing to do with Aoyama. Why do you have to take the risk with me? It's too dangerous here. You'd better go back as soon as possible. "
"It doesn't matter. It's on the way anyway."
Jing Jiu was very sensitive to the changes of the heavenly secrets. He didn't need to calculate to know that this trip was not too dangerous for him, but it was not the case for the girl behind him.
He said, "I suggest you use the Seal of Ten-Thousand Miles to leave right now."
Bai Zao naturally didn't believe what he said.
Who would put himself in such a dangerous situation just because it was on the way?
She reached out her hand to hold the two slightly hard objects, thinking that if they were really in danger, she would give one of them to save his life no matter what.
"How far is it?" Jing Jiu asked.
Bai Zao said, "It's just ahead of us, about … thirteen miles away."
Jing Jiu gazed at the place in front of him, not knowing whether it was a cloud or a fog.
Bai Zao was a little puzzled.
She didn't know how Jing Jiu did it, but she knew he could ride the sword easily in the fog at a high speed. He was calm and composed all the way, without any fear.
Why was he hesitating when he was so close to finding his Big Brother?
Jing Jiu said, "That's the real border of the Snowy Country. Even those in the Heavenly Arrival State won't go there easily."
Bai Zao was a little startled. It wasn't until then that he realized they had come to such a distant place.
The Snowy Country was certainly the most dreadful place for human Cultivation practitioners, far above the Underworld.
Moreover, the current situation was so weird. They still didn't know what that extremely cold fog was.
Besides, his Big Brother's original location wasn't here. How could he come to such a distant place?
Jing Jiu just gave an explanation, not intending to stop there.
The iron sword kept flying forward. Soon, it had crossed the distance of thirteen miles and arrived in front of the cloud and fog.
The snowland sank abruptly here, forming an almost straight precipice.
The cloud and fog were lingering in it. It was hard to see how deep it was.
If it weren't so cold, the scene would be very beautiful.
There were some vague movements in the stone wall covered by the cloud and fog.
Bai Zao reached out his hand and pointed in a certain direction.
Jing Jiu stood up and stepped on the sword to descend.
The cloud and fog dispersed to both sides. The scene on the stone wall became clearer.
There were bare stones everywhere. There wasn't even a piece of snow left. Occasionally, one could see the skin shed by the snow worms and the limbs and bones of the Snow Foot Beasts that hadn't been digested by the snow worms.
The iron sword flew toward a hole in the stone wall.
The bamboo plate was getting brighter and brighter. It seemed that the magic treasure of the Zhongzhou School hadn't made a mistake. Lo Huainan should be in there, but it was unknown how he had survived.
A gust of wind suddenly rose under the stone wall.
Innumerable cold fog, together with crushed snow, spurted out from the innumerable holes in the stone wall.
The cloud and fog, which had been as quiet as a painting, moved at an unimaginable speed. They were instantly torn into innumerable pieces, blocking the sunlight and darkening the surroundings.
White lights could be seen faintly in the holes that spurted cold fog. They should be the eyes of the snow worms.
It was a terrifying scene.
The iron sword rose and fell in the violent wind and snow.
Bai Zao's face was pale. He grabbed Jing Jiu's belt tightly to prevent himself from falling off the sword.
Jing Jiu acted as if he didn't see these scenes. He calmly and attentively controlled the sword, breaking through the attack of the wind and snow and slowly approaching the hole.
Suddenly, he grunted and dispersed the sword technique in his right hand.
The cold suddenly invaded. Bai Zao's body instantly stiffened and he couldn't hold on to Jing Jiu's belt.
Jing Jiu suddenly turned his head and looked at a distant place in the depths of the wind and snow. An extremely bright sword light flashed in his eyes.
A moment ago, an extremely powerful thought swept across this stone wall from a distance of more than ten thousand miles and just brushed past his body.
At that moment, even his Dao Heart was slightly scattered.
He felt an unprecedented threat.
The owner of that thought was the strongest opponent he had ever met in his previous life.
Without hesitation, he vibrated the sword pill and released his sword essence.
But he immediately knew that there was a problem with his response.
His consciousness and sword heart were the same as in his previous life, but his cultivation was still very low. Compared to the existence more than ten thousand miles away, he was like an ant.
He shouldn't resist.
He believed that the other would not be too interested in an ant.
But since he had released that sword essence, the other would definitely attach great importance to him.
This was not narcissism, but because he believed that the other would be able to recognize him.
As expected.
An unimaginable pressure came from the far north.
Even though the pressure was hundreds of thousands of miles away, it landed on him with incomparable accuracy and without any deviation!
Jing Jiu shook the sword bracelet in his left hand and wrapped around Bai Zao's body. He threw him into the hole in the stone wall and then fell off the sword.
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