Chapter 177

"Here it is."

Jing Jiu swept it with his sword knowledge and confirmed that there was no dangerous smell in the ten mile radius.

But now he couldn't fully ensure this - he felt wrong that day, but he didn't find the wireworm.

No matter he is a monk or a monster in the snow country, he has little combat experience.

Yan qingmo looked at the sky, took out the star pot and put it on the ground.

There may be no clouds tonight. She wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity to absorb some starlight.

There are more than ten stars in the star pot, which can help practitioners replenish real yuan blood gas, but I haven't encountered a battle these days, so there's no need to take them out.

Wu Mingzhong called out his sword and shield and put it on the snow in the middle.

Lu Jin silently recited the truth. A bright yellow flame left his hand, fell on the sword shield and began to burn, illuminating the darker and darker surroundings.

This flame can burn until tomorrow morning, which can bring some warmth and possibly some danger.

Well nine did not object to him lighting the fire, because he knew that psychological needs were sometimes very important.

This is a very practical defensive formation.

The star pot can spread the clear light array to protect the three at any time, and the sword shield and open fire can cooperate with one attack and one defense.

Well nine stood outside and didn't mean to sit in.

Yan qingmo was used to it and didn't say anything. They closed their eyes, held the crystal stone and began to breathe.

The night is getting darker, the snow clouds are dispersing, the stars fall, and enter the star pot very slowly. I don't know how long it will take to integrate a drop.

The farther you go to the depths of the snow field, the fewer snow clouds, which is very different from the previous cognition. I don't know what this means.

Well nine looked at the stars in the night sky and thought about these things.

He didn't know what Zen Zi thought of himself.

There were several reasons why he didn't want to leave the mountain. Laziness was just one of them. The key was that he didn't feel good.

He always thought that feeling was the most unreliable statement.

Only when you can't deduce the situation clearly will you say the word feeling.

Just as he said when playing chess with Tong Yan.

When the word "feeling" comes out of his mouth, it shows that he doesn't know the current situation. Of course, it's not a good thing.

In other words, as long as he feels, he feels bad.

And bad things always happen.

Many years ago, senior brother said this to him.

There was another reason why he stayed on the mountain.

He wants to determine the position of the other nine green mountain disciples participating in the Taoist war and the direction of their team.

In this way, he can figure out how he can take them back in the shortest time once something happens.

This has nothing to do with the sense of responsibility, but what he should have done.

When you open a private school in the village and take the students out for an outing, you should stare at the trees by the stream and be ready to pick them up or catch them at any time.

It is wrong to say that there is no sense of responsibility at all.

Why shouldn't the wireworm in the south of the snow field appear in front of him? Why didn't others meet?

What is waiting for you in the deep snow field ahead? The world is about to change?

Yes, he thinks it's all about himself.

If you let others know what he thinks at this time, you will feel particularly absurd - how can there be such a narcissistic person in the world?

Even if you are the leader of Zhongzhou sect or Zen, you are not qualified to say such words.

Well nine doesn't think so.

He triggered the biggest world movement in the past thousand years.

The reason why Chaotian had nothing to do with the mainland was that he had made full preparations in advance.

But his friend watched the sea in a daze all year round, and even the direction of the vortex changed.

If he doesn't come to the snow field, he doesn't need to think about these. Since he comes, he has to take over.

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The night wind is extremely cold, there is no wild grass on the ground, only the snow that does not melt all year round.

Well nine took out the bamboo chair, sat down, took the egg to his eyes and observed quietly.

The fog like film was a little hard, and you could see it faintly.

There was no movement in the egg, but he knew it was still alive and thought it was interesting.

This is really a strange life. It can survive in a place isolated from the air and the vitality of heaven and earth for so long.

You know, only Yuangui can do this in Qingshan town.

Is its vitality really so tenacious, or does this film play a protective role?

He stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the film. The film cracked like a drum skin, and then withered and atrophied at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the picture inside the egg.

It was a pure white beetle with six very delicate feet. Its head was very small and half shrank in its body.

Its body is translucent, and its simple internal structure can be seen faintly.

The little beetle is stiff, has no breath, and has no heartbeat like human and demon. It should be dead“ Come alive. " Well nine's consciousness fell on the little beetle. The little beetle survived. Its six thin feet trembled rapidly, as if trying to prove that they had lived hard in this way. Well nine took the little beetle in and took it out later. He found it still alive and felt more and more interesting. He turned his hand. The little beetle fell on the snow with the cold wind. The color of it and snow is white, which is difficult to find. The little beetle slowly poked out six thin feet and climbed into the distance. Well nine ignored it. The little beetle stopped at that position, seemed to be judging something, and finally climbed back to the bamboo chair. Well nine looked at it. The little beetle felt his will and didn't dare to disobey it. He turned over with a snap, opened his six feet and revealed his abdomen. Jing Jiu looked at it carefully, and his sight kept moving away from its body and joints. The little beetle trembled. It has no spiritual consciousness and is just born, but it feels extreme fear instinctively. Because the positions within the sight of well nine are all the weakest places of their species The central figure in the discussion of meihui daozhan is Jing Jiu. Even Luo Huainan is mentioned much less than him. Not because his performance is far better than others, but because he has no performance at all. It was later proved that the death of the Kunlun disciple had nothing to do with him, but it still had some influence. From Chaoge city to the snow field north of the ink sea, I don't know how many people are talking about him. Of course, they will also mention the wireworm that shouldn't have appeared“ Although we haven't met the wireworm yet, it's getting closer to the forbidden area of the snow country. We may encounter trouble at any time. " Bai Zao said, "you may need to hang the bell for a long time to check the enemy on the way. It will consume a lot of spirit yuan. Can you hold it?" The female disciple of the hanging bell sect said, "I need four hours of rest every day."“ OK, I'll replace you in these four hours. It's hard for you. " Bai Zao looked to the other side and said, "in the previous situation, you'd better slow down your sword. Make sure elder martial brother Mo completes the control first. The snow bug has no shell, but it's covered with mucus. It's difficult to cut it with a sword."“ I see. " Qingshan disciple Yao Songshan was also in this team. Here is a snow hill, with black mountain shadows looming in front, but it is still a long distance away. Bai Zao sat with four companions standing around, listening carefully to her layout. The breeze with snow brushed the white yarn on her face. It's cold and snowy, far away from the world, and I don't know where she took her stool. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.