Chapter 766 Spread

In the Taoist temple, Chen Luo seemed to have become a sculpture.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the cold air invaded through the gate. A thick layer of frost formed on the floor tiles at the door. The clothes on his body froze into ice, and the whole person was lifeless, like a dead body.

"What is my Tao?"

I don't know how long it took, a strange voice suddenly appeared in the temple, as if Chen Luo was talking, but his voice clearly did not change at all.

"It's the inner demon."

Another voice sounded, still the same as before, but it gave people a completely different feeling.

"No, it's the sword."

"It's the witchcraft."

"It's clearly the corpse refining"

More than a dozen identical voices sounded in the room, like arguing, and like discussing. The empty house, with constant sounds of disputes, is like a haunted wild temple, which is particularly creepy.

Several cultivators who had just sneaked into the snow mountain heard the voice, looked at each other, and quickly approached the location of the Taoist temple.

The leading formation master put his ear to the door, looked at his companions, and then reached out and quietly pushed open a crack in the door. A wisp of cold air came out from the hall.

"It's so cold!"

The people at the door couldn't help shivering.

One person couldn't help but look back. It was no longer the cold winter. Even at the top of the snowy mountain, the climate was pleasant, and there were green grass and green plants outside. The existence of spiritual energy will adjust the environment outside, which is also one of the most obvious characteristics of spiritual land.

But this obvious characteristic is different on this snowy mountain.

Since entering the formation, the surrounding environment has been constantly changing, with spring, summer, autumn and winter alternating and cycling without any rules.

It may be midsummer in the previous second, and it will become midwinter in the next second.

The scene in front of him is the same. There are birds singing and flowers blooming outside, and it is freezing cold inside the house.

A door separates the world.

"Did you see anyone?" Another person couldn't help but ask.

"No."

The cultivator who was lying on the crack of the door and observing had a trace of doubt in his eyes. He had clearly heard the sound of quarreling before, but when he looked inside, there was nothing inside.

This is an abandoned Taoist temple.

No one.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a voice appeared behind the few people. The young man standing at the back felt a chill on his shoulder, as if a hand was on his shoulder.

Then, the biting cold spread along his shoulder. The cultivator subconsciously looked back and saw a layer of frost on his shoulder. This layer of frost spread along his shoulder blades, but it froze most of his body in a breath.

"Snow Mountain Monster?!"

The group quickly came to their senses, and the frozen cultivator immediately reacted, raised his hand and summoned a ball of spiritual fire, trying to use the spiritual fire to keep warm.

But soon a strange scene appeared. The spiritual fire fell on his arm, and he felt a burning pain. His arm was burned! The ice layer covering the outside was not affected at all and continued to spread down his arm.

Fire is fire, ice is ice!

The two do not affect each other, and such a contradictory scene actually appeared on the same person. One side was frozen, and the other side was burned.

"Master, spare me, we are here to deliver a letter!!"

After half of his body was frozen and numb, the cultivator finally showed a horrified expression. He dispersed the spiritual fire in his hand and begged for mercy. Seeing this, the other cultivators also knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

The scene just now was completely beyond their cognition.

Why can't the spiritual fire melt the ice?

"Who asked you to come."

The wooden door of the Taoist temple opened with a creak, and a warm breeze blew out from inside. The frost and coldness they saw when they hid at the door before seemed to be all illusions. The cultivator whose shoulder was pressed also recovered. He subconsciously looked back and found that the arm that was originally on his shoulder disappeared at some point, and the frozen body returned to normal.

Except for the part that he burned with the spiritual fire, the rest of the body was intact. The scene frozen by the ice before seemed to be all his imagination.

The other people also showed similar expressions.

Because they didn't understand, they were more awed.

The little thoughts when sneaking into the snow mountain before disappeared at this moment.

"It's Master Lu from Chunyang Xianmen."

The formation master who regained his ability to move took out the invitation he had prepared in advance and handed it to Chen Luo with both hands.

"The plague beast disaster?"

Chen Luo took the invitation and flipped through it. The invitation was written by a Taoist named Lu Changsheng. The purpose was to invite him to come down the mountain and deal with the plague beast disaster together.

Chunyang Xianmen was different from the small sects that had fled here before. It was one of the upper nine sects like the Ancient Sword Sect. Although Lu Changsheng was not the head of Chunyang Xianmen, his strength was also extremely strong and reached the peak of returning to the void.

In the absence of the old monster Hedao, this person had almost no opponents.

Such people would send an invitation to Chen Luo, most of them guessed his true cultivation. When he broke through the Hedao before, Chen Luo did not hide his aura. Many cultivators who had returned to the void and Hedao could sense the fluctuations coming from him.     “Elder Lu knew that you were in seclusion here, so he specially asked us to come here to deliver a message”

“Did you break my formation?”

Chen Luo ignored the small favors from the other party. Although this group of people were wearing the name of Chunyang Xianmen, their style of doing things was not serious. This can be seen from the previous sneaking in, and Chen Luo could roughly guess their thoughts.

Try to sneak in first. If Chen Luo is just a name, they don't mind making a name for themselves here. If Chen Luo is really as powerful as the rumors say, they can also take advantage of the situation to kneel down and surrender, and escape as messengers.

It's not their fault that they are so arrogant. It's really that after entering this place, the realm of the immortal cultivators they met is too low. They are either refining qi or building foundation. They dare to be respected in the mere Jindan realm. How powerful can an immortal cultivator who claims to be the king and ancestor in such a place be? They can get the answer by guessing from their own perspective. According to their understanding, if it is really an ancestor in the Return to Void Realm, he will definitely go to a place with rich spiritual energy to practice.

What's the point of staying in this bitter and cold place?

Their thoughts are correct, but it's a pity that Chen Luo is not the immortal cultivator in their cognition, so there is this scene in front of them.

".Yes."

The leading formation master was so regretful. If he had known that the Snow Mountain Monster was so powerful, he would never have accepted this deal.

"What level of formation master?"

"Fourth level."

"Only fourth level." A trace of regret flashed in Chen Luo's eyes.

The level was too low, he looked down on it.

"Do you have a sect?"

"Yes, I am a disciple of Master Huang He, and my master is a fifth-level formation master."

"Where is the sect? Has there ever been a sixth-level formation master in the sect?"

"My master is a sixth-level formation master, but he has been sitting for many years."

Although he didn't know why Chen Luo asked this question, he still honestly confessed his master.

After getting the information he wanted, Chen Luo generously let these little thieves go.

If the formation master didn't have a master behind him, that would be another story. He had also collected a lot of brains from the killed, although they were only at the fourth level, but mosquito legs were also meat. But now it's different. With the clue of the sixth-level array master, the fourth-level one is completely unimpressive.

To prevent accidents, Chen Luo deliberately made some moves on this person to ensure that he can find him after leaving this place.

Like the predecessors who took care of him in the past, he also learned to use the means of "mark".

It is his duty as a predecessor to support the younger generation.

He plans to take time to visit the array master's sect later to pay homage to his ancestor.

"I accept the invitation, and I will go there when the time comes."

After saying that, Chen Luo waved his sleeves and threw several people down the mountain like sweeping garbage.

After a dizzy moment, several people opened their eyes blankly.

"Is it out?"

"What realm is this master! What kind of magical power was that before?"

The few people who escaped from death finally breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't expect that their group was so lucky that they could return intact after sneaking into the snow mountain. They could only say that the snow mountain ancestor was too kind.

At first glance, he is a decent practitioner.

"Leave this place first."

The formation master looked back at the snow-capped mountains behind him, then looked at the place where his shoulder was, and then turned away without looking back.

This business is a big loss, and I must go back to ask the employer for more money!

The sun is shining brightly.

Cicadas are chirping on the yellow mud road.

Under the shade of the tree, several ragged practitioners are sitting by the tree. Each of these people has some injuries on their bodies. The sleeves of the outermost female cultivator are dragging on the ground, and the cuffs are all covered with dried blood. Next to her is a bald man. The two people leaned together and closed their eyes to practice. In the middle are three middle-aged cultivators, one of whom is constantly pinching the fire control formula.

In the sunlight in front, a small copper-yellow tripod is burning.

A strong aroma of elixir comes from the tripod.

"How long will it take? We have already stayed here for an hour, and the ghost thing behind us may catch up at any time." An old man with a white beard opened his eyes, looked at the brass cauldron in the sun, and couldn't help asking.

"The fire is not yet enough."

The middle-aged alchemist replied in a deep voice.

"I have investigated before, and the Chunyang Immortal Sect retreated here." The middle-aged man next to the alchemist glanced at the old man and said something.

"With the strong men from the upper nine sects in front, even if the plague beast chases us, they will definitely go to them first."

As soon as these words came out, everyone else in the field fell silent.

No one spoke.

The plague beast is not easy to deal with, so how can the Chunyang Immortal Sect be easy to deal with?

These high-ranking Taoist immortals are often more terrifying than the plague beast. If they knew that the plague beast was brought here by them, their end would definitely be extremely miserable. Death is considered good, and the more miserable ones may be extracted and refined into soul flags.