Chapter 897

Xuanping Hou took a puff from the corner of his mouth: "isn't it so unlucky? I came again just after avoiding an avalanche."

The speed of the spirit king has reached the limit, but it must break through the limit again, otherwise it, its companions and the human will all be buried here.

The spirit king clenched his teeth and galloped all the way against the wind.

The ice on both sides was broken first. It could not turn ashore from both sides, but had to move forward bravely.

Boom!

The ice under the snowmobile finally couldn't support it and completely cracked. Seeing that the snowmobile was about to fall into the ice hole, the spirit king suddenly accelerated!

The snowmobile swished past!

The spirit king led the ice wolf to run wildly, and the ice cracked all the way behind the snowmobile!

This is much more dangerous than war. War is fighting with people, which is controllable. It is a battle with the extreme weather of the whole ice sheet. If you are careless, the whole army will be destroyed!

Xuanping Hou's heart mentioned his throat. He had never been so thrilling in his life. His heart couldn't stand another two times.

Fortunately, they finally landed.

A person and a row of snow wolves all lie down in the snow and pant.

Most of the time, the wolf king will walk according to his master's orders, but if he encounters danger, he will disobey his master's orders and find his own route.

Xuanping Hou jokingly said, "fortunately, he is not a simple and Han, but an experienced wolf king."

He took out dry food and food, filled his stomach with the ice wolves, and planned to continue on the road.

But this time, the spirit king said nothing and left.

Xuanping Hou took the snowy car, came to the front of the team and checked the reins and wolf claws of the spirit king.

business as usual.

"Spirit king, it's time to start." Hou Xuanping patted his powerful back.

The spirit king still stood still.

A moment later, it wandered around in place for a few times, and there was a faint uneasiness in the fundus of its eyes.

Xuanping Hou probably understood that there was another snowstorm ahead. When he encountered a snowstorm before, the king of spirit chose to lead the way around without any anxiety.

This snowstorm is more serious than expected.

The spirit king gave a low cry of fear and stepped back.

The whole pack felt the signal from the first wolf and became restless.

Finally, the spirit king lost his head and ran back with the wolves.

The ice is broken and can't go straight, so make a detour to the East.

In short, we can't rush in the direction of Dayan.

Half way through the journey, they finally came here. If they turn back to the dark night Island, all their previous efforts will be wasted!

Intuition told Xuanping Hou that this was his only and last chance to cross the ice sheet. Once missed, the whole winter would never get out of the ice sheet again.

"Remember, if the spirit king refuses to lead the way, there is no way to avoid it. Don't rush hard!"

Chang Ying's advice flashed in his mind, and Xuanping Hou's eyes sank.

Qing'er is still waiting for him to get back the purple grass. Even if the mountains are full of fire and the yellow spring is blue, he must break through!

His eyes fell on the running ice wolf. A moment later, he drew out his long knife.

Go back, ice wolf, your mission has been completed.

The next road, I will go by myself.

He cut off the reins of all the ice wolves.

You don't have to bear the weight. The wolves rushed out all the way.

The spirit king stopped in time and turned to look at Duke Xuanping.

A snowstorm is coming, and this human will die.

He felt the kindness of the human being, but he must bring his wolves back alive.

Xuanping Hou grabbed the basket on the snowmobile and resolutely rushed into the coming snowstorm.

……

Xuanping Hou didn't remember how many days he had walked in the snowstorm. His face had lost consciousness, and his mouth could no longer be closed. His hands and feet were numb and stiff.

The whole person moves forward step by step like a walking corpse.

As soon as his legs softened, he stumbled down and knelt on one knee.

He stabbed his long knife into the hard ice to support his body on the verge of falling.

You can't fall here.

Qing'er is still waiting for him.

He's going back.

The palm was frozen and cracked, supporting under the ice, leaving a shocking blood fingerprint.

His temperature continued to pass, and he could not find a shelter from the wind and rain.

He seemed to be lost. He didn't even know how long he would have to go to the end.

Finally, he was out of strength and fell on the cold ice.

……

When he woke up, the blood winding down his forehead had dried up.

He moved, almost stiff to his petrified body, struggled to get up, picked up the long knife on the ice, took the knife as a crutch and continued to move towards his destination.

His physical strength was gradually exhausted, and when a glacier collapsed in front of him, he had no strength to escape.

His first reaction was not to save himself, but to catch out the basket on his back and throw it out.

With a loud bang, he was pressed under the glacier!

The basket broke, the contents rolled out, and the leather wrapped in the small box was cut open by sharp ice.

A gust of wind blew.

As soon as Xuanping Hou's face changed, he was hoarse and could hardly cry out: "don't --"

Plop!

The leather was blown open by the wind, and the small box fell into the cracked ice hole.

The small box floated away under the ice.

Xuanping Hou's heart was filled with great grief. He raised his hand and pushed away the glacier on his body.

His elixir field has been damaged and can't use more than half of his internal power.

His fingers were bloody, but he couldn't push the glacier on his body.

"Don't go... Don't go..."

He looked at the small box floating away under the ice, so worried that the red blood at the bottom of his eyes burst one by one.

What floats away under the ice is not a small box, but his son's life!

"Ah --"

He sent out a roar of anger and compassion, and took the power of life to push the glacier on his body.

Boom!

While pushing the glacier on his side, he increased the pressure on the other side of the glacier, and the ice on the lake cracked!

A series of small pieces of broken ice fell into the ice hole, ran down the river and hit the small box, which was pushed farther and farther.

If he goes on like this, he will lose it——

Hou Xuanping looked at the gray sky and felt a deep despair.

He is not afraid of death.

He was afraid that if he died, no one could take the laver back

Why do you do this to him?

Twenty years ago, he failed to save Qing'er. Will this time also end in failure?

He turned to look for the small box under the ice, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a tall figure in the cold wind and snow.

Is it an illusion?

Here... How could anyone?

The other party came towards him step by step.

It was a man wrapped in thick leather, wearing a fox fur cloak, and the hat of the cloak covered his face.

His waist was accompanied by a cold long sword, which complemented his lonely and cold aura.

He was followed by an ice wolf like the spirit king.

When he got close, Duke Xuanping finally recognized him.

"Longyi?"