The vast snow country is 100,000 miles away, and it is endless. Qin Yun put his hands under his armpits, stepped on the thick snow, and walked step by step with difficulty. He was left with only a thin underwear. Although this underwear was woven by heavenly silk, he was still trembling with cold.

Since he became possessed by the demon, Qin Yun hid in A Shui's mirror world when the space storm swept away him. The terrifying space storm tore the Taoist robe on his body into pieces. Even though he hid in the mirror world, A Shui, who was still a quasi-immortal weapon, almost broke into pieces. A natural barrier was cracked in the mirror world, and most of the precious herbs planted by the medicine spirit Xiao Zi were destroyed in one go.

A big gap left on A Shui's original treasure mirror, almost cutting the treasure mirror in half. Qin Yun didn't know that A Shui used the Li Dai Taoist stagnation technique in the critical moment, allowing the treasure mirror in Cangyue City Gate Square to block the disaster for him. After that, A Shui was seriously injured and hid in Qin Yun's body and fell asleep. [bsp;       It was not only A Shui who was seriously injured, but also Qin Yun. The terror of the inner demon is far beyond his imagination. It may take advantage of the unpreparedness anytime and anywhere. When the cultivator is the weakest and the mind has a loophole, it will take advantage of the situation to control your mind and occupy the spiritual consciousness. If A Shui had not awakened him at the last moment and drove away the inner demon, Qin Yun would have to become a clone of the inner demon in the end.

When he walked out of the space storm and fell into this snow country, Qin Yun found that his dantian was in chaos. It turned out that the four auras of immortals and demons, which were only ordered, were now in chaos, and rushed around Qin Yun's dantian. If it weren't for the nine-character rune that shocked the dantian, these four auras would probably have taken his life at any time.

The Dantian was chaotic and the vitality could not be used. Qin Yun was sadly discovering that he had lost all his magic power and became a mortal.

The only thing that is thankful is that his body is still strong, and the Sanxiao Sword used in the Domain Gate passage is still with him and is carried on his back.

In the vast snow, Qin Yun was a tiny figure in the world. He carried three swords wrapped in heaven and silk on his back and walked forward step by step. The thick snow could not stop him from moving forward. But sadly, without the replenishment of energy, he felt cold and hungry. I am afraid that he would be buried in this snow before he met someone.

The monk was frozen to death in the snow because of his physical strength. He was probably the worst ending. His body became colder, his stomach became hungry, his footsteps slower, his mind became blurred, and his eyelids were like two large weights hanging, and he tried his best to fall down. He knew that if he fell asleep in this snow, he would never wake up again. If such a heavy wind and snow fell into the snow, he would be covered by the university in a short while. No one could find him and would freeze to death here.

However, human power is poor, and cultivators with strength and vitality support are equivalent to a mortal. Qin Yun is much stronger than mortals, but how far can he go without the support of mortals? A hundred times or a thousand times that of mortals? In this snow country where there is no one inhabited thousands of miles, Qin Yun exhausted the last trace of vitality in his body, closed his eyes, and fell into the snow.

The heavy snow quickly buried Qin Yun in the snow. Without even a stick of incense, Qin Yun's body could not be seen.

It was also a life, and Qin Yun should not have been killed. Shortly after he fainted, a team of people came from afar. The flag was a small caravan with no more than thirty people and only twenty vehicles and horses. Most of them were used to transport goods, only eight taels of carriages were used to pull people, and most of them were crowded with a carriage, with only two carriages in the middle.

In the two carriages, there was a young woman sitting in one. She looked only 28 years old, and her eyebrows were delicate, but there was a hint of sorrow. There were two people sitting in the other carriage, one middle-aged man and the other one was a monk. The middle-aged man was like that woman, and there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows, and the old monk was neither happy nor sad, and the old god was free and could not see anything abnormal.

The middle-aged man couldn't help asking again: "Master, the country of Gou Chi is about to arrive, what is the turning point in this matter?"

The old monk closed his eyes tightly and said slowly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I have calculated three times. On the way to Gou Chi Country, I will definitely meet a noble man who rescues Ling Ai."

The middle-aged man still browsed and said anxiously: "Master, it's not that I don't believe you, but along the way, besides the vast snow, there are still people there? Where can we find them?"

"You don't have to look for him, he will come to look for you." After saying that, he kept silent and silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra.

The middle-aged man was about to say something when the carriage suddenly hit something and stopped. He lifted the middle-aged man and the old monk in the car onto the wall of the carriage, and the collision was so painful.

The middle-aged man yelled in anger, "What's going on?"

The servant who was driving the car hurriedly got out of the car to check the situation. He squatted down and looked down the wheel. It turned out that the wheel was stuck in the snow. The snow was heavy, covering the vast grassland. It was normal for a few stones on the grassland to be occasionally seen. Just move the stones away.

When the servant pulled open the heavy snow covering the grass, he saw that he was so scared that he was so scared that he sat on the ground, screaming in surprise.

"People are individuals."

When the middle-aged man saw the servant screaming, he became even more angry and cursed: "There is someone who has frozen to death in the heavy snow. What's the point of making a fuss? Why don't you move him away and throw him somewhere else."

When the servant heard this, he thought it was true that it was normal for a person to freeze to death in the heavy snow. He also climbed up tremblingly, grabbed the corner of the man's shoulder and pulled it to the side. Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, he felt the back of his hand heat up. He looked down and saw that the man was still breathing. He was startled, and then he reacted and shouted: "Master, this man is still alive."

The middle-aged man said impatiently: "This time I went to Gou Chi Country, it is no better than before. Since this man is alive, he will carry him to the carriage at the end to see if he can be saved. If he can be saved, he will be sent to Gou Chi Country. If he can't be saved, he will be lost."

"Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. However, in my humble opinion, the donor will send him to Lingai's carriage and let them make some good relationship."

The middle-aged man was stunned, then reacted and said excitedly: "Master, you mean..."

The old monk squinted his eyes and smiled and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!