Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Mo Yuan's complexion was also not good, and his pupils were pitch black.

He has been commanding the flying magic weapon for the past few days, and the demonic energy in his body is draining quickly, and his whole body is like a hungry beast, very sluggish.Even his baby-fat face was sunken, coupled with his bluish-white complexion, he can cosplay a zombie without any costume props.

Duan Lang felt that going on like this was not an option, who knew when this snowy land would end, if it didn't arrive in a year or two, their spiritual energy would be exhausted by then, and they would only have a dead end.

He thought for a while, temporarily put aside his displeasure with him, and said, "Junior brother, let's go down and have a look, how about?"

Mo Yuan raised his eyes, glanced at him, and lowered the flying magic weapon to the ground.

Duan Lang jumped off the flying magic weapon, glanced at his clothes, and asked, "Junior Brother, do you have any black clothes?"

The original owner loves white, and the clothes in the storage bag are all white clothes.There was no problem with wearing it before, but when he was on the snow, he was almost fused with the snow in white, and he was afraid that he would not be able to find himself.

Mo Yuan took out a black dress and threw it into his arms, "Take it."

Contrary to the original owner, Mo Yuan's clothes were pure and white, and the two stood together, one black and one white, just like the ecstasy envoys from hell.

Duan Lang looked around, but couldn't find a place where he could change clothes, so he rolled his eyes, "Junior brother, turn your back on you."

Mo Yuan raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a sneer, "I haven't seen anything on you? Do you still need to recite it?"

Duan Lang: "..."

Do you know how old are you now?

six years old!

Brother, do you think it is appropriate for you to say this to me with a six-year-old face?

He rolled his eyes, simply walked to the side, turned his back, and changed his clothes.

The clothes Mo Yuan threw to him were the black suits he wore in Beiling City before, with his hands and feet bound, and a belt of the same color in the middle.

After Duan Lang changed, he tied up his waist with a belt.

His skin is fair, and after wearing it, he looks even more white and glowing.With a thin waist and a tall and straight figure, like a sharp sword that reaches into the sky, it is gallant and fierce.

Mo Yuan turned his gaze to Duan Lang's waist, and took the lead, "Let's go."

Duan Lang tied up his hair, took a photo with the Xingling Sword, and felt that he was very heroic, so he picked up Xiao Hei who was on the ground, quickly walked a few steps, and caught up with him.

The snow here is not thick, but a half-finger-thick layer is laid on the ground, and it creaks when stepped on.The sky was gloomy, but no snowflakes were falling, and the air was extremely cold.

They are all immortal cultivators, so they can completely use spiritual energy to protect their bodies from the cold air, but no one knows when this snowy area will end, so try to save as much as possible.Therefore, only when the cold is too unbearable, it will be opened for a while, and then removed after the body warms up.

After walking for another seven days, the boundless snowy land still cannot be seen.

Duan Lang felt that he must go crazy if he continued like this, he stopped, breathed into his palms, looked around, and asked Mo Yuan, "Junior Brother, can your divine sense be revealed?"

Mo Yuan also stopped, took out a futon and threw it on the ground, sat cross-legged on it, and said coldly, "You asked me this question only two quarters of an hour ago."

Duan Lang: "..."

He simply sat down and said innocently: "You said it was two quarters of an hour ago, maybe you can find out where the boundary is by looking around now."

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, "Explore by yourself."

Duan Lang thought to himself, if I could, why would I still need you?He didn't bother to probe, took out a plate of snacks from the storage bag, and handed it to Xiao Hei's mouth.

Xiao Hei was wrapped around his shoulders, looked at the dim sum with a rejuvenated expression, opened his mouth and swallowed it, perfectly showing how much the cold weather affected it.

Duan Lang even suspected that he was suffering from depression, so he simply pulled it off his shoulders, stuffed it into his chest, and then passed the snack to Mo Yuan's hand, "Do you want to eat?"

Mo Yuan glanced at him coldly, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Duan Lang thought he would reject him, but he didn't expect to show face like this, and his expression was a little surprised.

After eating snacks, neither of them had any intention of getting up, so they sat in place.

Duan Lang simply took out the soft couch, sat on it, wrapped himself in a silkworm quilt, and asked Mo Yuan, "Junior brother, have you ever thought about what we will do if we can't get out?"

For the past few days, he has been thinking about this question.

No monk in the Canglan Realm has ever said anything about the snowy land, that is to say, either no one has arrived here, or the people who entered here were all trapped to death.

He and Mo Yuan, one with golden core and one with unknown cultivation, but they are currently semi-disabled people, the chance of getting out of this time is probably very small.

Even if they have spirit pills and spirit stones on them, they can last for a while, but who knows how long they can last.

And even if they can hold on, there is no sound, no people, no trees, and what they see every day is not white snow that stretches for thousands of miles. Sooner or later, they will have a nervous breakdown.

Just like now, he actually discussed this issue with Mo Yuan calmly, and he felt that he was abnormal.

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, and stared at him with dark eyes, "Why can't you get out?"

Duan Lang was momentarily stuck by his rhetorical question, "Because this place is too big? There is little spiritual energy?"

Mo Yuan sneered, white is white, and black is black with mockery, "The monster abyss is worse than here."

Duan Lang: "..."

I just want to discuss life with you, and talk about hospice care, why is it against your taboo again?Are you taboo all over?

He said speechlessly: "Junior brother, what happened back then is indeed my fault, but in the Canglan Xianmen, releasing monsters privately is a death penalty..." Mo Yuan raised his head, glanced at him, his eyes flickered. Cold and dim light.

Duan Lang's heart trembled, but he still continued to bite the bullet: "Besides, you kill and you kill, and you hit and hit. Can we turn this matter over."

Mo Yuan snorted coldly, "Why don't senior brothers go to the abyss of the devil to stay for a hundred years before you come and talk to me?"

Duan Lang: "..."

Come on, you win again.

Mo Yuan glanced at his speechless expression, unconsciously twitched his lips, and stood up from the futon, "Aren't you leaving yet? Are you going to stay here for the night?"

Duan Lang wrapped himself tightly in the small quilt, and said bluntly, "Let's rest for a while."

After walking for several days, not only did his legs ache, but he also felt dizzy looking at the snow scene in front of him.If Mo Yuan hadn't been sure that they were walking forward, he would have suspected that they had bumped into a ghost wall and kept going in circles. After all, no matter how long they walked, the scenery they looked at was exactly the same.

Just imagine, seeing the same thing for nearly a month in a row, who can not feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he and Mo Yuan are both mentally strong, otherwise this meeting would probably be crazy.

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, "Junior Brother, could this be an illusion?" Just like the Piaomiao Immortal Mansion before.

Seeing Duan Lang not leaving, Mo Yuan stared at him coldly, and said impatiently, "Do you need me to look into your mind, brother?"

This is a disguised denial that this is not an illusion.

"How do you know this is not an illusion. Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, how can you tell whether you are Zhuang Zhou or that butterfly?"

Mo Yuan ignored him, raised his footsteps, and left directly.

Duan Lang made a grimace at his back, put away the soft couch, and followed him wrapped in a quilt.

There is no way, the weather here is too cold, similar to the Northeast where there is still snow in summer, and the temperature can reach minus [-] degrees when it is cold.

And he... only wore two thin clothes.

This damn world of cultivating immortals thinks that there is aura to protect the body, and even the down jacket has not been invented.

Seeing that Mo Yuan seemed to be cold too, his lips turned white, and he kindly asked, "Junior brother, do you want a quilt? I still have a bed here."

Mo Yuan glanced at Duan Lang, who was wrapped in a quilt, leaving only his head outside, looking stupid, with black lines all over his head, "Get out."

Duan Lang: "..."

The dog bit Lu Dongbin, he didn't know a good heart, he deserved to be frozen to death!

He crossed Mo Yuan, and was about to part ways with him, when he suddenly felt a tremor under his feet.

The vibration was very subtle, as if some large animal accidentally made a movement when it passed by.

But they walked for so many days, not to mention any animals here, not even a single insect, how could there be any animals passing by?

The vibration became stronger and stronger, and then, the ground under the two people's feet shook violently, accompanied by an earth-shattering rumbling sound.

Wherever the light reached, there was a huge wave of snow rushing towards them.

Duan Lang and Mo Yuan looked at each other in horror, and almost without thinking, they threw the flying magic weapon and flew into the air.

But it was too late, the huge white waves slammed down viciously, digging the two of them to the ground, and a huge gap opened in the originally flat ground.

Duan Lang suddenly felt that his feet were empty, and his whole body suddenly fell down.Before falling, he subconsciously grabbed Mo Yuan's hand, and then wrapped the two of them with a quilt.

Fortunately, he still had a quilt, even if he fell, there would be something to lay it on the bottom.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Lang finally woke up. There was no pain in his body, and his chest felt as if he had been hit by a boulder. The pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He struggled to open his eyes and found himself lying on the ground with a small head on his chest.

The owner of the head closed his eyes tightly, the long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyelids, and the beautifully shaped lips were so white that there was no blood.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty and pushed, "Hey, wake up."

The owner of the head slowly opened his eyes, his deep pupils were full of confusion.

Duan Lang hurriedly said: "Get down quickly, I will be crushed to death by you."

It was only then that Mo Yuan realized his situation, looked down at Duan Lang, got down from his chest, and sat on the ground beside him, with a hoarse voice, "Where is this?"

Duan Lang gasped in pain, "I don't know."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, motioning for Mo Yuan to give him a hand, and then touched his chest subconsciously.

It doesn't matter if you don't touch it, the scalp explodes immediately, "Where is Xiao Hei? Wasn't he on my chest before he fell?"

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