The Path Toward Heaven

Bai Zao's voice was very soft and his expression was very gentle, but his companions listened carefully, patiently, and seemed very convinced.

Even Yao Songshan is like this.

The strength of the members of this team is relatively average, except for Bai Zao, the strongest is Yao Songshan.

They don't have such super strength as Luo Huainan, nor do they have Tonglu, or the killing gods like Guo Nanshan and Gu Han in previous years, but their achievements in Taoist warfare are very good. Most of the picture of treading blood and searching for plums far away in Xishanju has been completed, and it has been praised by Chanzi.

Bai Zao's calculation and command abilities are too strong, and the affinity and persuasiveness in her expressions and words are enough to make all her companions believe in her judgment.

This is probably a natural leader.

Because of her calmness, the companion who was a little disturbed by the news of the wireworm also calmed down and began to arrange the formation.

Bai Zao raised her head and looked at the mountain shadow in the distance.

The cold wind blew again, rolling snow particles and hitting her white gauze.

The female disciple of the Xuanling Sect asked with her eyes if she wanted to take a blanket.

Bai Zao smiled and shook her head to indicate no need, and tightened her clothes tightly with both hands.

In fact, she is not as confident as she looks.

That Kunlun disciple named Dai Yin died too early.

But since the Dao battle has not stopped, it shouldn't be a problem with the beast tide, and there won't be too much danger.

Then she remembered something, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, she smiled happily, and asked her companions, Where are they today?

Yao Songshan took the magic weapon from a companion, looked at it twice, walked to her side, and said with a strange expression: We are still more than sixty miles away.

A few days ago, the group of them discovered that a team was walking in a strange way, as if it was coming towards them.

The speed of that team is not particularly fast, but if they go on like this, the two sides will meet in two days, just in front of the black mountain shadow in the north.

Although the competition in Dao warfare is fierce, it is absolutely impossible for human practitioners to kill each other.

Yao Songshan's strange expression was of course not because of vigilance, but because Jing Jiu was in that team.

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The morning light came a little late.

Bai Zao and his group continued to head toward the depths of the snow field, searching for snow country monsters to hunt and kill.

The front is bound to be more dangerous, but this is the meaning of Taoism.

Twilight came a little early.

The companions gathered around Bai Zao and began to listen to her gentle voice.

Today they hunted and killed two ordinary snowfoot beasts, and they were very cautious when fighting, for fear of accidents.

But in the end they did not find the ear, nor the iron nematode, in the carapace of the prey.

The companions dispersed to prepare for the formation.

Sitting in the wind and snow, Bai Zao thought about this matter, and he became even more puzzled.

Why didn't so many practitioners who participated in the Taoist battle encounter the iron nematode, but Jing Jiu and others who started so many days late encountered it?

She subconsciously asked, Where is Jing Jiu?

Yao Songshan glanced at the magic weapon and said, It's more than thirty miles away from us, to the southwest.

The other three companions looked at each other, and then looked at Yao Songshan.

They knew that Bai Zao was very concerned about the team's route, but today she didn't ask them, but Jing Jiu directly, what does this mean?

Don't look at me, I really don't know anything.

Yao Songshan said: As far as I know, Uncle Jing Jiu and Uncle Layue traveled to the mountains for two years, and spent the rest of their time practicing in Qingshan, and have never seen outsiders.

They just remembered, yes, there is another Zhao Layue in Qingshan.

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The morning light came later than yesterday.

During the day, the group of them didn't encounter any snow country monsters, and even the snow stopped.

The world was silent, or dead still.

The black mountain range that was getting closer and closer looked so quiet and daunting.

There is a canyon in the middle of the black mountains, which can lead to further places, which is the real snow country.

Looking at that place, Bai Zao felt a strong warning in her heart, and said, Light it up.

Twilight came earlier than yesterday.

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Night was coming, according to the habit of the previous days, Jing Jiu should have called to stop, but he didn't today, so Yin Qingmo and the three continued to walk forward.

Jing Jiu was at the end.

The cooperation of the three young practitioners has been very tacit, and these days they have not encountered such a murderous thing as the iron nematode.

He spread his palm, and the little beetle jumped into his palm.

The shell of the little beetle is still pure white, but after a few days it has become much harder, and it is no longer as fragile and tender as when it was born.

Jing Jiu noticed that the longer it stayed in the cold wind, or the lower the outside temperature, the faster the carapace would harden.

As for what the little beetle feeds on, he still doesn't know, because he didn't take care of this matter, anyway, it is still alive.

He suddenly sensed something, withdrew his palm and said, Someone is being besieged.

The three people in front stopped and looked at him in surprise.

At this time, there would be no evil cultivators on the snowfield, only companions participating in the Dao battle.

Wu Mingzhong asked: What location? How far?

Northeast, eleven miles away.

Jing Jiu said it without looking.

That was where he was going, and it was for this reason that he didn't stop when night fell.

Yin Qingmo's face paled and said, What should I do?

After walking on the snowy field for so many days, the three young practitioners were not as nervous as they were at the beginning, but after all, they hadn't experienced a single battle in the following days, and the only impression they had was the scene of Dai Yin's tragic death that day. Suddenly they knew that there were companions participating in the Dao battle being besieged by monsters in front of them, and subconsciously felt timid.

Jing Jiu untied the iron sword behind him and said, Stay here, I'll go over and have a look.

If it was normal, it would only take a moment to walk with a sword over a distance of more than ten miles, but this place is already the belly of the snow field. Although there are strangely no snow clouds these days, the wind in the sky is more violent, and it is getting closer and closer to the ground. When riding a sword, it can only be a few tens of feet above the ground, and it is easy to be attacked by those monsters with amazing elasticity.

The three of Yin Qingmo looked at each other, made up their minds, and said, Let's go together.

Jing Jiu was slightly surprised.

Wu Mingzhong called out the sword and shield.

The four stepped up.

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A gust of extremely cold wind blew in the canyon, and the flames in the fire were crushed to the point of disappearing.

A bright pearl rose into the night sky, emitting milky white light, illuminating the ground with a radius of more than a hundred feet.

Bai Zao sat on the snowy ground, the white gauze was stained with blood spots, she was very weak, she was seriously injured.

There were strange sounds everywhere in the surrounding night, like metal rubbing, or a broken gong vibrating at high speed, which made people feel palpitating.

She knew it was a snowfoot rubbing its sharp and hard forelimbs against each other, which was a signal to attack.