Chapter 512: Wind and Snow

That night, Fang Yuan refined a batch of pills in the dharma boat and made full preparations.

Then the next morning, when the wind and snow were getting heavier, he stepped out of the dharma boat. By this time, he had already removed all the warming magic weapons on his body, even the scorpion-colored animal skin on his shoulders, and only wore a thin green robe.

The snow wind is like a knife, scraping the soul and eroding the bones.

The wind and snow here are so strong that even hard basaltic rocks can blow holes.

But Fang Yuan only relied on his magic power and physical body to forcibly climb the mountain.

On the other hand, the devils on the Fazhou, under Fang Yuan's order, can happily drive the Fazhou and follow Fang Yuan, they don't have to come down and brave the wind and snow together with him, but seeing Fang Yuan climbing the mountain, they also have very complicated emotions. At one moment, they wished that the blizzard would freeze this annoying guy to death, and at the other moment, they couldn't help worrying, thinking that their erysipelas was still in their bodies, and they were really going to freeze this guy to death. buried.

Fang Yuan is not worried about what these monsters do, but he has read the books in Langya Pavilion for more than three years. The books are reasonable, knowledgeable, and there are many unexpected methods for ordinary people. Now he has at least more than one hundred methods to control these monsters!

After entering the snowfield, he felt that the other party had a reason to die, so he killed him politely. However, for him, he still needed someone to help with some chores, so he kept a few pleasing ones and let them stay on the Fazhou to do things.

He has clearly told them that this poisonous pill can only be removed by a great alchemist with at least five and six patterns. If you are sure to find such a person to help you detoxify, then just run away, if not, then just stay there!

It is precisely because of this that the place of harmony with these demons has come to the present.

Now that he entered the snowfield, he naturally couldn't hide in the dharma boat to enjoy the blessings. When he was studying in Langya Pavilion, Fang Yuan also heard the legend of the transformation of these nine snowlines, so every time he passed a snowline, he would use this method to hone his sword intent.

Braving the wind and snow, he walked slowly towards Wuxue Mountain.

He also came here when he crossed the first snow line and the second snow line, Baishi River.

temper!

The previous three years in Langya Pavilion were too comfortable.

So comfortable that he even forgot what it's like to suffer...

But now, he just wants to forget the comfort of the past three years and walk back to this road.

The boundless wind and snow, coming in a long way, is even more terrifying than the ice and snow supernatural powers of the foundation-building cultivators. What is even more frightening is that the supernatural powers still have time to stop, but the long wind and snow blows over from time to time, without a moment's rest, and keeps surrounding themselves. Walking in the wind and snow, one can only grit one's teeth and endure it, step by step towards a higher place...

The higher you go, the more intense the severe cold...

The world is vast and lonely, and it seems that I am the only one fighting against the vast world...

……wrong!

Fang Yuan's eyes turned slightly, and he looked forward, there seemed to be another person there.

In Fang Yuan's vision, a small black dot appeared more than three hundred feet ahead.

It seemed to be a thin woman walking forward slowly.

Every step takes a lot of effort.

Her cultivation should not be high, at least she has not reached the Golden Core realm.

As far as Fang Yuan is concerned, he can still withstand the wind and snow in Wuxue Mountain. There are nine snow lines, each of which is more difficult than the last.

But that woman was different. Judging by her foundation-building cultivation, the wind and snow in Wuxue Mountain had already reached the limit she could bear. Now that she was only halfway up the mountain, she was already struggling to walk, and she was about to collapse. It was hard to imagine that if she went further up, the wind and snow would be even fiercer. With her weak physical body and foundation-building cultivation, how could she be able to resist it.

But the woman didn't seem to understand such a simple truth. She walked very slowly, but she didn't mean to stop. She was still climbing up the mountain step by step. That thin figure seemed to have an indescribable tenacity...

"Is this the Zhongzhou ascetic that the people in the inn are talking about?"

Fang Yuan glanced at her and remembered what those diners in the inn had said.

Hesitating for a moment, he put an end to the idea of ​​saying hello in the past.

The road is taken by oneself!

In his opinion, it is too risky for this woman to come to the third snow line for training only at the Foundation Establishment level. If she continues to climb up, she may die in the snowstorm, but after all, she is on the road of cultivation, and there is no need for him to stop her. After all, even if she dies in the snowstorm, it also represents a will of martyrdom...

So, he still followed his own path and walked forward slowly.

He can walk faster, but in order to feel the severe cold between the world and the earth, he walks very slowly.

He knew that his real challenge would be in the next few snow lines, but now, he needed to use the severe cold of the third snow line to let him understand the power of the world and familiarize himself with this severe cold environment, so as to prepare for the hard work in the future...

The snowstorm is getting bigger and bigger!

The snowdrops as big as salt grains hit his face, not inferior to the flying knives, but they still couldn't hurt Fang Yuan's body, but the ubiquitous chill began to penetrate Fang Yuan's body bit by bit. The green robe he was wearing was also an immortal robe, which could be said to be impervious to cold and heat, but in this icy and snowy land, the chill was too heavy, but it was not something the immortal robe could stop, it had already cut into his body...

Just like the magic power of body protection, it seems to be soaked by the chill bit by bit...

Fang Yuan felt the coldness like a knife's edge, and after a while, he suddenly withdrew all his mana!

It was as if he had suddenly lost his protection, and his physical body began to tremble violently.

The cold air seemed to soak into his internal organs and even the depths of his soul in an instant.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan destroyed his sword intent.

He began to use his sword intent to fight against the endless, pervasive chill.

This is also like a master trick.

Use your own sword intent to fight against the boundless wind and snow...

Between the sky and the earth, the sound of the wind was much quieter, and the snow particles were also bounced three feet away by the sword intent. The sword intent that Fang Yuan cultivated was originally carried by the Wuque Sword Sutra.

However, this also seemed to anger the world.

The chill roared, and it began to counterattack towards Fang Yuan without any delay, like a tidal wave.

But Fang Principle only maintained the peace of mind, and kept destroying the sword intent to the most tyrannical level...

All the way forward, he has slowly crossed the mountainside and walked towards the mountain.

The sword intent was stagnant, and the footsteps were slow.

I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed and had a thought in my heart: "It seems that the power of the third snowstorm is still too weak, and the pressure on me is not enough. Because of this, my sword intent cannot be effectively tempered..."

From the first snow line, he has been using the power of the wind and snow to hone his sword intent.

But now, after all, his cultivation base is advanced and his strength is strong. Although the three snow lines in front of him are severe and severe, they have not exceeded his limit. Of course, they will not achieve the effect of improving his sword intent.

"Perhaps, the power of heaven and earth is only useful to me when I reach the fourth snow line..."

In Fang Yuan's heart, this idea came up with some helplessness.

He would still finish the third snow line, but he knew in his heart that it was of little use.

However, at this moment, he had a feeling in his heart, and slowly turned his head away.

Although he walked slowly, the ascetic woman walked even slower than him.

He wanted to feel the severe cold in the world carefully and clearly, and the woman was really about to be unable to hold on anymore, but what she surprised Fang Yuan was that she actually walked up the mountain from the foot of the mountain all the way.

Now, they were almost approaching the top of the mountain, and her performance far exceeded Fang Yuan's expectations.

However, at this time, she couldn't hold on any longer. She staggered and fell to the ground slowly. It could be seen that she had been struggling and wanted to stand up, but her body and mana were completely exhausted. Every time she stood up, she was blown down by the wind and snow. Several times, she fell down in the snow, in pain and despair, and let out a faint cry...

It was also this cry that made Fang Yuan, who was about to continue walking forward, startled slightly.

The cry passed through the distant wind and snow, and when it arrived here, it was already very faint.

But from this faint voice, Fang Yuan faintly felt something familiar.

So he no longer hesitated, turned back, and flew in front of this woman.

The skinny woman finally ran out of fuel and exhausted her strength. The snow mutton and ice grass brew she ate in the inn were not enough to support her so much consumption, so at the moment she was closest to the top of the snow mountain, she finally fell down, and she didn't even have enough strength to turn back. This made her realize a terrible result, and she cried out in despair...

Can I still not stand this kind of tempering in the end?

She felt her body start to go numb, and all kinds of hallucinations seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Knowing that this was a sign that she was on the verge of freezing to death, she raised her head in despair, wanting to take a look at the mountain that seemed so close but could never be reached...

Then when she looked up, she saw a face she had always wanted to see!

A wry smile appeared on her somewhat dirty face, and she whispered, "I still can't do it after all..."

"What's wrong with you?"

She saw the person in front of her speak softly, with some surprise and unbearable expression on her face.

Listening to this very real voice, the grievances and pain in the woman's heart, as well as the boundless fear, suddenly burst out like water in the water at this moment, two lines of tears slid down her face, and immediately froze.

She raised her hand, reached for the phantom, and shouted with all her strength, "I...I just want to walk on that road..."

Then she felt that that hand was grasped by a warm palm.

Then, her whole body was hugged.

Before the skinny woman passed out, a puzzled expression appeared on her face: "Illusion, can it be so real?"

"However, to die in this illusion, God treats me kindly..."

It's a bit sloppy, but I still stayed up all night, wrote it three times in a row, and revised it in time. I always feel that, as an online writer, quality is very important, and speed is also very important, and it doesn't matter if you delay either one!