Chapter 391

Thousands of miles are frozen, thousands of miles are snowy, and the cold wind is biting.

Flying the sword in the Arctic ice field, the mana consumption rate is very fast. Every half an hour, Su Ru will stop to rest and recover the rapidly consumed mana.

Pan Haodong is much longer than her, and can fly all day at a time.

Slow down and search for foreign iron falling outside the sky. The mana generation speed can be equal to the consumption; After integrating the Nine Yang Sutra with the formula of healthy qi, pan Haodong obtained unexpected benefits. Not only does Haoran generate healthy qi very quickly, but even the mana in the Dantian is consumed, and the rate of self generation has become much faster.

Although I don't know why.

However, pan Haodong can be sure that the fast speed of mana generation is not a bad thing.

night.

The search was fruitless. Pan Haodong fell on an iceberg that does not melt all year round and dug an ice cave with Tianya divine sword. It is more than ten meters deep and two meters wide. Only one tent can be placed.

Needless to say, it must have been intentional.

When pan Haodong took out a tent out of thin air and skillfully supported it, Su Ru said with some embarrassment: "ah Dong, it's really embarrassing to ask you to watch tonight."

"There's no one around here. What night?"

Pan Haodong opened the tent and sat in.

Su Ru immediately sat in wax, blushed on her face and hesitated, "then tonight... We..."

Pan Haodong raised his mouth, picked his eyebrows and smiled: "sister, it's freezing and snowy outside. You don't want to occupy the tent. Let me get cold outside?"

“……”

Although Su Ru wanted to nod.

But considering the bad weather outside, he sighed helplessly: "well, Jianghu children don't stick to details. Besides, you're still my brother. I shouldn't guard against anyone. Let's sleep together tonight!"

"Sister, if you don't trust me, you can put a bowl of water among us."

"What are you doing with the water?"

Su Ru refused without hesitation: "how can we sleep if we accidentally throw water over and wet the tent?"

"Then don't put it."

Pan Haodong replied with a smile.

Seeing his bad smile, Su Ru blushed“ Ah Dong, don't touch your sister at night. If you dare to mess around, be careful that your sister cuts you. "

"No, No."

Pan Haodong shook his head again and again.

Then, he took out two sleeping bags from the jade pendant space and handed one to sister Gan. He quickly took off his coat, put on his inner coat and got into the sleeping bag to enjoy the warmth of the down package.

……

Midnight.

There is a great temperature difference between day and night in the Arctic ice sheet. It is more than ten degrees below zero during the day and 70 or 80 degrees below zero at night. Even Su Ru, who has high mana, feels a sharp chill when he sleeps at this time. The valuable down sleeping bag can't resist the extreme cold at all.

But her dry brother pan Haodong, whose body is like a stove, can feel warmth in both sleeping bags tens of centimeters apart.

"Ah Dong's cultivation skills are very special. He even has the function of automatic body protection, absorbing the aura of the outside world and maintaining the heat consumed by himself..."

Su Ru was gifted and intelligent. After a little observation, she found out why.

Taiji Xuanqing Dao belongs to the top Taoism in the world of killing immortals. However, if you want to keep out the cold, you must take the initiative to practice martial arts. If there is no one around, she will sit cross legged and exercise martial arts to keep out the cold.

But the question is, there is a big stove around you. You can sleep well with it. Why do you practice in ice and snow?

People are inert.

Especially when I didn't get enough sleep.

"Shall I go?"

"Ah Dong is my brother. It's natural for my sister to hold my brother. It didn't matter in the past."

"However, we are different after all. I can't..."

Lying in the cold sleeping bag, Su Ru seemed to have two villains on her head. One persuaded her to get into her dry brother's sleeping bag, but the other was asking her to abide by women's morality.

Struggled for a long time.

Su Ru just bite his teeth, drill out the sleeping bag, with a cold air, into panhaodong's sleeping bag, so that someone shivers

The next morning.

Pan Haodong opened his eyes and looked at his sleeping sister, with a smile in his mouth.

Last night, Su Ru couldn't stand the cold and took the initiative to get into her sleeping bag. He thought Xiaoqian or Xiaodie came in, subconsciously hugged each other and started.

Fortunately, he reflected it in time and didn't make mistakes.

In fact, if pan Haodong didn't react at that time, Su Ru wouldn't let someone continue. Even if pan Haodong took the initiative to stop, Su Ru still observed and guarded for a long time before she slowly fell asleep.

"Hmm ~ ~"

Near noon.

Su Ru opened her eyes, flushed, pushed pan Haodong away and drilled out of her sleeping bag.

Pan Haodong didn't tease her. It seemed that nothing had happened. He got up, put on his coat, cleaned up his tent, boiled snow water and porridge. After eating and drinking enough, he continued to look for Jiutian Yitie.

Ten days in a row.

They finally found Jiutian Yitie in the waiter of shanhaiwan store in the east of the Arctic ice sheet. Unfortunately, they were a little late. The disciples of Hehuan sect and Wandu sect had fought for Yibao.

"Ah Dong, the waiter is right. The Hehuan sect and the ten thousand poison sect did send someone. The one in front who fought with a blood skeleton is called an old demon. He called himself a blood sucking ancestor. He is a profound Taoist, cruel and easy to kill."

"The old demon's opponent is Jin Ping'er, a disciple of master Sanmiao, the leader of Hehuan sect. He is called master Miao. The magic weapon zimang blade is from Yin to evil and has strong spiritual power..."

Su Ru, hiding on the snow hill, told slowly.

"Sister, who do you think can win?"

Pan Haodong asked.

The battle ahead is very exciting. The art of flattery and poison are intertwined. The Hehuan sect and the ten thousand poison sect love each other and kill each other. They have already made a real fire. At present, many disciples of the two religions have been injured and killed.

One of the unlucky people was cut off and dyed a piece of snow red.

"That must be the blood sucking ancestor of Wandu sect. No matter how talented you are, childe Miao is only a younger generation after all. It is impossible to win the old demon. Not everyone is as strong as you."

When Su Ru said this, her eyebrows were full of pride. Pan Haodong was her dry brother. His talent was excellent and his cultivation was unfathomable. Of course, being a sister was glorious!

"Sister, I love to hear that."

Pan Haodong smiled triumphantly.

As Su Ru judged, Jin Ping'er lost to the old demon and was seriously injured.

Most of the disciples of Hehuan sect became abandoned children, and only a few elite disciples fled with the little sect leader.

Looking at the blood sucking ancestor picking up the wave light and flowing, the head size Jiutian iron, Su Ru said impatiently, "ah Dong, it's our turn to play."

"Don't worry. Let others do it first. We'll reap profits."

Pan Haodong reaches out to hold Su Ru, who is ready to move. Nominally, Su Ru is a dry sister. In fact, she always listens to her dry brother during the treasure hunt.

"Is there anyone else?"

Su ruxiu frowned slightly. As soon as she wanted to feel with divine knowledge, she saw a man running out of the snow, pointing at the old demon's back like streamer.

The old demon caught off guard was stabbed by a sharp sword.

The old demon quickly offered the magic weapon blood skeleton and suddenly smashed it at a sneak attacker who didn't talk about martial ethics. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to pull a disciple of Wandu sect, opened his mouth and bit the disciple's throat.

Sucking blood to heal wounds.

Blood gas filled the body.

The old demon is worthy of being a blood sucking ancestor. His heart is badly damaged and can recover instantly.

It's a pity that the disciple of the ten thousand poison sect who was sucked blood couldn't even say a word before he died.