Chapter 533: Thousand Miles Tracking

Once every three thousand years, a great catastrophe came to the world, and it came from the western wilderness, poisoning the living beings and destroying everything.

Everyone in the world knows the horror of the catastrophe, and also knows that there is no safe egg under the catastrophe. However, after the catastrophe comes, not many people think about where the disaster begins and where it ends. However, if you read the classics carefully, you can indeed find this rule. It always starts from the western wilderness, and then permeates the demon land, the South China Sea, and the Kyushu...

In the two most serious catastrophes in history, the entire Kyushu was destroyed by the catastrophe.

However, the least mentioned in history is indeed Xueyuan...

This may be due to the lack of people in the snowfield, but it may also be true, as Bai Zhisou said, because the snowfield is always the last one to be affected by the catastrophe, and because of the many catastrophes, people have resisted it, so the snowfield has never been completely destroyed...

Bai Zhisou only said this, and then quietly retreated.

This is quite different from his usual respectful appearance to Fang Yuan, but it's not because he still wants to hide something deliberately from Fang Yuan, but because he knows that Fang Yuan should be able to understand after he said this sentence...

Fang Yuan did think of many things.

Then he sat cross-legged on the stone platform for a long time calmly, and secretly made a decision.

At this time, his eyes were obviously a little red.

The outside is still as calm as ever, but there seems to be a fire burning inside.

After pondering for a long time, he got up, called Yan Laomo, Fei Guier, Jin Hanxue and others over, calmly told them to hide here carefully, and then said that he was going to go out for a while to confirm some things, which shocked them all.

Fei Guier couldn't help but said: "My lord, so many people are looking for you outside right now..."

Fang Yuan said lightly: "They don't need to look for me, this time I will look for them!"

When Old Demon Yan saw it, he couldn't help but said: "Then, if you are fighting someone, don't just use the way of the sword. No matter what supernatural powers and secret techniques he has, he can use them all. These people are not comparable to a few ridiculous demons on the snowfield..."

After Fang Yuan heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he sighed, "At this time, do you still have the mood to use a sword?"

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He called Jin Hanxue back to the Dharma boat, and after explaining some things, Fang Yuan slowly got out of the formation.

Standing on the snowfield, looking into the distance.

Not long ago, a group of monks just passed by in the sky above this area, but it was a time when it was a little safer. In the bitter cold wind of the fifth snow line, even Fang Yuan couldn't help feeling a little cold. He sighed and took a deep breath.

There was a faint golden light in the mana, and it looked like a high-ranking monk with a golden alchemy. The green robe on his body was also changed into a white robe at this time. The temperament and appearance of the whole person were completely different, as if he had directly become another person.

This is the supernatural power he cultivated after studying hard in Langya Pavilion for more than three years.

In the past three years, his cultivation has just stepped into the middle level of the golden core, and he has cultivated to the high level of the golden core.

Changes like these were easy for him.

His Xuanhuang Yiqi Jue incorporates endless changes, so he also has endless changes.

He raised his head and looked around, observing the surrounding terrain. All kinds of maps on the snowy field flashed in his mind, and he went through his plan again, and then he walked up and slowly blended into the wind and snow.

The wind howled, and he disappeared behind the snow like a ghost.

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On a snow peak, Fang Yuan hid in the snow and turned into an ordinary snow rock. He simply stood on the top of the snow peak and watched those monks wandering in the mid-air from a distance, braving the wind and snow. These people were probably sent out to look for him, but no one knew that Fang Yuan was watching them from less than ten miles away.

Fang Yuan stayed here for three days, calculating the frequency of their appearance, their patrolling route and the direction of their disappearance.

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A hidden snow valley, facing the ice lake, the terrain is like a leak, which can block the cold wind.

Fang Yuan deduced this snow valley from the walking path of those wandering monks, thinking that these wandering monks would probably choose this place as a resting place, so he quietly touched it, his body sank into the ice lake, and with the power of the water element thunder spirit, he completely covered his breath and turned into an appearance of one with the ice lake, and then quietly waited for someone to take the bait...

He hid here for three days, relying on a fire pill he swallowed to maintain his vitality.

However, he didn't wait here in vain. In the past three days, he waited for three groups of inspecting monks who passed by here and stayed here to rest, and then firmly remembered what they said during the rest.

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After the fifth snow line, in a temporary palace built because more and more people entered the snowfield and needed some rest, there were a lot of people who wanted to enter the snowfield to find Wusheng Sword Tomb and make a fortune. Fang Yuan stayed here for two days, and met Liangba, a disciple of Xijianchi who entered the palace and asked people about his whereabouts.

Those people didn't know that Fang Yuan was sitting by the window, remembering what they said in his heart.

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On the seventh day, based on the information Fei Guier inquired and the few words he heard in the palace, Fang Yuan determined the snow valley mentioned by the monks as a forbidden place, and guessed that there should be someone he wanted to find there.

So he went all the way, but when he got here, he saw that people had already gone to the valley, and there were only some remains of people who had been killed here, and traces of people who had stayed here. Fortunately, Fang Yuan had seen the tracking technique and remembered it in his heart, so he searched for those people based on some clues, and finally found the new hiding place of those people.

But this time, Fang Yuan knew that these people didn't seem to be strong, but they all had some powerful weapons in their hands, so he didn't rush in rashly, but patiently found a place, buried himself in the snow valley, waited for two days, and finally caught one person.

Then he immediately took this person with him, and fled five hundred miles away, using the little lucid dream technique, to ask them about their origins.

It's a pity that although this person said some words, but before he got to the point, he suddenly lost his soul.

Fang Yuan realized that these people might have already set restrictions in the sea of ​​consciousness, and they couldn't reveal this secret...

But he didn't give up, and ran to another place where these people might exist!

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During this period of time, Fang Yuan applied all he had learned.

Not only his supernatural power changes, formation and body skills, formation techniques, alchemy techniques, etc., but also the countless miscellaneous learnings he saw in Langya Pavilion.

This endless thing, when Fang Yuan took this matter seriously and applied all he had learned, made him appear like a ghost beside these Zhongzhou monks and Xijianchi disciples who were looking for his traces everywhere, grasping their every move, and looking for every word that might be useful to answer his doubts from their words...

Back and forth, he spent more than ten days.

In the end, he found a snow cave, carefully collected all the clues he had collected, compared and sorted them out, and crossed them on the snowfield map. Finally, he roughly determined a certain area. This place was located in the depths of the snowfield, near the seventh snow line, and further inside. After the eighth and ninth snow lines, it was already a legendary forbidden area for humans, and few people could enter it.

And near the seventh snow line, whether it's the terrain, formation, or some other needs, it is in line with Fang Yuan's conjecture. More importantly, according to the clues Fang Yuan collected, these people also have intersections there.

He now has several other escorts who are either explicit or covert, crossing their routes and pointing there.

In this way, that should be the place I was looking for!

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After making sufficient mental preparations, Fang Yuan rushed over alone.

Braving the wind and snow along the way, sneaking and hiding, with the help of formations, body skills, supernatural powers, and magic weapons, the heart is on the strings.

Fang Yuan didn't know how many eyeliners, dangers, and hidden restrictions he had avoided before he finally approached this mysterious area slowly.

At this time, he was a little grateful that he saw the stinking problem of wanting to learn everything...

Being able to find this place all the way is not just something that can be done only by knowing supernatural powers and swordsmanship!

Hiding behind a tall snow mountain, he secretly looked forward.

Behind this snow-capped mountain, there is a huge depression, which looks empty and empty, but Fang Yuan can tell from the direction of the surrounding aura, that there must be a powerful formation under the depression...

Behind the snow mountain, Fang Yuan lost his breath and waited for seven or eight days.

During this process, he saw more than a dozen teams of practitioners quietly entering and leaving from different places around here. It can be seen that their rules are very strict.

Fang Yuan didn't wait for the opportunity, so he could only continue to lie dormant here, not daring to breathe out, like a dead insect.

On the ninth day, he saw a woman sitting on the back of a black ape entering the area. He was startled for a moment, recognized the woman's identity, and vaguely understood why he was attacked by the snow beast in the first place.

But he hasn't found a chance yet, so he can only hold back.

It was not until the twelfth day that Fang Yuan encountered a group of monks flying not far from him.

At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow up in the distance, and boundless snowflakes were rolled up, covering them in a vast expanse of whiteness.

At this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly flew forward, knocked out the last member of the group of monks, performed the Xuanhuang Qi Art, transformed into his appearance, put on his snow cloak, hung up his saber, and stuffed him into the mouth of the toad...

When the gust of wind passed, he talked and laughed like everyone else, and walked towards that area.