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Chapter 37: Formation Eyes

In Changling, it was already a dark night when you couldn't see your fingers, but among these glaciers, the sun seemed to never set.

Being able to capture some of the breath left by the practitioner from the Lingxu Sword Sect does not mean that you can accurately grasp it at any time.

Changsun Qianxue had been waving for a long time. When the sun that seemed to never set was about to disappear on the horizon behind these ice peaks, she suddenly laughed as she looked ahead.

She rarely smiles.

Although she smiled very reservedly, her smile at this time was unusual.

Ding Ning has felt like he was going to fall asleep several times.

Every time when extreme sleepiness strikes and the body is about to lose consciousness, the countless invisible silkworms in his body become active, spitting out some vitality like silk, allowing him to wake up again.

However, the Nine-Dead Silkworm hidden in his body naturally could not release its vitality endlessly. From Changling to the present, he has accumulated many years of vitality, especially the extremely pure spiritual energy absorbed in the spiritual rain in the ancestral land, which was almost exhausted from his quiet breakthrough.

The most important thing is that most of the power of the Nine-Dead Silkworms in his body is suppressing the medicinal power of the immortal medicine. Because of the joining of that strange army, it is no longer a smooth journey to get the sword.

So at this moment, looking at Changsun Qianxue's reserved smile, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly: "It's coming soon?"

Changsun Qianxue's eyes fell on the flat glacier in front of her, nodded, and the smile on her lips became even more blooming: "This senior from Lingxu Sword Sect is too eager to cover up. She has been looking for the breath he left behind for so long, but she didn't expect that in order to cover up this lake, he actually frozen the surface of the lake into a glacier."

Ding Ning was slightly shocked and looked at the ice surface under his feet, "Is this a lake below?"

"The ice surface is a bit thick, but there is a lake below." Changsun Qianxue looked at him and said, "It's a hot lake."

The old monk walking in front of him hesitated for a moment, and the wooden stick in his hand stabbed the ice surface slightly with force, which seemed to have not added much force. However, when the tip of his stick was lifted up, a vertically downward hole had appeared on the ice surface. A wisp of white heat gushed out like a fountain, and then the heat quickly disappeared, and the hole was naturally re-sealed by condensed and frozen water vapor.

There is indeed a hot lake below.

There is a hot lake above this extremely cold glacier, which naturally shows that the earth veins here, or the power contained, are very different from other parts of the glacier.

The practitioner from Lingxu Sword Sect uses powerful

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The surface of this hot lake is directly sealed with extremely thick ice, so that people don’t want people to discover the differences in this place.

But for Changsun Qianxue, who can track his legacy, this is a bit ironic.

He used this method to seal the lake. The breath he left behind on this lake was extremely strong for Changsun Qianxue. It was like a huge fire raising here.

The three of them continued along the frozen lake surface. At the other end of the lake surface, the faint aura that echoed Changsun Qianxue's natal sword seemed to be the end of the trip.

The tiny ice shattered under the soles of the feet, making a creaking sound.

Although this sound is no different from walking elsewhere, when I think of a hot lake with high water temperatures under my feet, Ding Ning still feels strange in his heart.

The area on this lake is very vast. When the light is dim, you can't even see the middle of the lake when you look at one end.

When Ding Ning, Changsun Qianxue and the old monk disappeared into the dim light in the center of the lake, many tall black shadows slowly appeared on the edge of the lake on one side.

It's still snow.

Even though the old monk had killed more than fifty snow beasts before, this rare powerful snow beast still appeared one after another, with more than two hundred snow beasts dragging various loads, rushing across the edge of the lake like a tide, rushing onto the thick ice surface that is countless feet long.

On the backs and behind the loads of these snowballs, there were practitioners wrapped in thick black cotton robes. But what was even more spectacular and terrifying. What was even more incredible was that there was an army further behind these snowball groups.

This army has more than 300 people, all of which are walking, quietly and completely like ghosts.

Practitioners who can travel long distances in such places and walk without relying on riding like Xue Bai may at least need the six realms of cultivation.

However, there is no army in the world, and it is absolutely impossible for an army to have more than 300 practitioners above the six realms.

Even during the Bashan Sword Field period, there was absolutely no such army.

Since it is impossible to exist, there is only one explanation. These walking soldiers cannot be above the six realms.

It was not the six realms but walking like above the six realms, which made this silent army look much more terrifying than the huge snow bands in front of them.

...

The real darkness is coming on the glacier.

Just as the sun before gave people the feeling that it seemed that it would never set, the darkness of such places often gave people the feeling that it would never light up forever.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The old monk stopped.

Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue also stopped at the same time.

They have not yet reached the opposite side of the lake, and are still a long distance away from the edge of the lake.

But there was an icicle in front of them.

This icicle is only one or two meters high, and it doesn't feel particularly abrupt even on such a flat lake.

However, even Ding Ning and the old monk could clearly sense it at this moment that this icicle took a long time to "grow" it.

It was originally flat here.

However, the sword cut off a certain energy below and communicated with the magic array in the Lingxu Sword Sect. The natural fluctuation of the vitality still caused the ice surface here to slowly bulge up, and finally formed such an icicle.

So here is here.

That sword is the sacrificial object here, just below this icicle.

Ding Ning slowly turned his body and looked at the dark lake behind him.

The ice layer was shaking slightly.

They found the sword, and the army came with it, and obviously did not hide anything and had directly launched an attack.

After the initial temptation and consumption, the army did not take action again, and it was not until this time that it began to take action with great force, which shows that the goal of this army is probably exactly the same as theirs, that is, to find this sword.

The cold wind blowing in the sky suddenly began to collapse, and the extremely thin air began to tremble.

A dark night sky suddenly appeared.

The dark green flame fell from an extremely high altitude, but the long flame tail dragged out quickly because the air was too thin, so this dark green flame was like the vertical eye of a demon king moving in the sky.

The faint green flames mapped the entire lake's borneol as bright as emeralds.

There are many cold golden lights in the dark green flames.

This is "Tianlu", and it is still a powerful talisman of the Great Chu Dynasty, with a power that covers the lake hundreds of feet in a radius.

The snowballs that had been loaded with weights were removed from the green and sparkling lake, turning into huge black shadows, rushing towards them with strong winds.

(Wuxi is super cold today, and it can reach minus 8 degrees indoors. This is the coldest weather I have encountered in Wuxi since my life. The air conditioner doesn't work. It's so cold that I'm almost stupid, and I just write about this kind of ice and snow. My fingers are stiff. The most important thing is that I will have to go on a business trip tomorrow to get to a colder Beijing, which is very congested)
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