Chapter 1115： Set off

"I don't know the exact location, but when I was very young, I met a soul master who escaped from there. When he was drinking and pretending to be a beep, he probably said about the wind, cold and snow prison. Direction." The tavern owner hesitated, then solemnly persuaded: "Guest, I heard that the place is very dangerous. It seems that there is a big soul beast entrenched there. You have to think twice!"

"Big Soul Beast?"

Ye Feng drank a sip, frowning slightly.

Although most of the hearsay news is inaccurate.

But it sounds like this wind-cold snow prison is really not that safe, but think about it, since the sign-in place is where luck is, it will definitely be accompanied by danger.

In this case, Ye Feng had already prepared mentally in advance.

"Yes, it is said that Title Douluo dare not set foot at will, so I advise you not to go there if it is not necessary." The tavern owner kindly persuaded Ye Feng again.

The boss was puzzled.

You are two of you. The male is handsome and the female is beautiful and generous. It can be said that talented men and women are born with a perfect match, but why do you have to go to that place?

What do you want to do there?

"Oh? That's what the escaped spirit master told you? Then did he ever say what his cultivation base is? Maybe he is the legendary titled Douluo, right?" Ye Feng smiled faintly, right. A pretending beep didn't take it too seriously.

"He seems to be a soul saint, but he is also very strong, right, the guest, you don't know what your realm is?" the boss asked.

"I, my realm is Soul Sect." Ye Feng answered truthfully.

"..." The tavernkeeper.

"Hey... that girl is also a soul sect..." The boss sighed and said: "I have to say, you guys are really big-hearted..."

The place where even the Seven Ring Soul Sage can only escape by chance, where are you soul sects going to join in the fun?

Really want to die?

"It's okay. Tell me about the approximate location you know. I have to go to that place, just like I have to drink. This is fate." Ye Feng looked at the snow scene outside the window and revealed on his face. A faint smile appeared.

"This..." The tavern owner sighed. Although hesitated, he finally reached out his finger, dipped some wine, and drew a simple map on the table, "Guests, the location of Feng Han Xue He is too specific. People know that even the soul saint who escaped only probably remembers a bit of direction."

Ye Feng looked at the simple map drawn by the boss on the table, smiled and nodded, "The far north is vast and boundless, and it is very good to have a general orientation, thank you boss."

It is not clear how strong the night wind is in the Far North.

It is said that no one has walked to the edge of the Far North.

Just like the sea.

No one knows where the end of the sea is.

so.

If you go in the wrong direction, it will be a bit hard to find the Fengchixue Hell.

"Hey...you still thank me...I don't know if I am helping you or hurting you." The boss shook his head helplessly and picked up the flask.

"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to die." Ye Feng smiled faintly, filled the remaining shochu into the flask, stood up and patted the boss on the shoulder, and smiled: "And don't forget, I still have wine and money left with you. You have to prepare the wine and meat for me at all times. I may come back anytime."

"Haha, okay, no problem! As long as you can come back! I have enough wine and meat here!" The boss also stood up. Although he met Ye Feng for the first time today, people who love to drink may easily become friends. .

.........

Leaving Ling Yecheng.

The night wind returned to the ice and snow again.

At this moment.

The blizzard that had stopped was blowing again.

The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a cutting board, and seeing all beings as fish.

Thousands of miles of flying snow made the sky a furnace, melting all things into silver.

In the first life of the night wind.

He once saw these two sentences in the works of a certain master.

The aura that appears between the lines in that kind of words is very grand.

But it's up to now.

Ye Feng had another feeling.

Although the blizzards in northern Xinjiang are unbearable for mortals, for those soul beasts who have lived in this land for hundreds of thousands of years, this blizzard is their home.

Holding a hip flask in his hand.

The night wind traveled northward without rushing along the heavy snow.

It took three days of effort.

The night wind stopped in an ice cave, and there was a faint sound of water flowing under the ice cave, which was very magical.

No one would have thought that in such a cold place, there would be underground rivers.

Nature really deserves to be a supernatural craftsman.

"This dark river should be the one mentioned by the boss. It can be inferred from the distance between Ling Yecheng and this place. If you want to go to the area mentioned by the escaped soul sage, I am afraid that it will be too big if you don't talk about it. Half a year." Ye Feng sat down beside the ice cave, took out a little reserve grain from the Soul Guidance Device, and ate a few simple bites.

"But it doesn't matter. Anyway, the sign-in task this time is unlimited, and this far north is dangerous, so don't worry."

"Besides, my spirit power is still stuck at level 49. For the sake of safety, I must break through to level 50 and obtain the fifth spirit ability before finding the Wind Cold Snow Prison."

"I don't know what my fifth spirit ability will be."

that's it.

Ye Feng walked in the general direction of Fenghanxue Prison, while hunting down some ten thousand year soul beasts in the soul beast forest in this far north.

However.

In a blink of an eye, half a year passed.

Ye Feng has never been able to break through this pitted fifty-level mark.

Although the spirit power in his body became more and more condensed.

But this still makes Ye Feng feel quite depressed.

.........

this day.

Ye Feng fought a three-thousand-year-old frost giant scorpion for three rounds.

Killed it successfully.

With the power of the Soul Sect, the soul beast of forty thousand years can be easily killed. This is already a remarkable record, but Ye Feng has no joy on his face.

"Hey, there is still no breakthrough. What is it because of? Can't figure it out?"

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.

Could it be because he was so fast that someone had been upgraded in the early stage, so that the realm was not so stable, so he was stuck at the fifty-level mark?

But his current spirit power was ten times stronger than before the system was restored.

The combat power has also been greatly improved.

But the fifty-level ceiling is here, and no matter how solid his soul power is, there will eventually be an upper limit.

Thought of this.

Ye Feng stomped the Frost Giant Scorpion that he had killed with a single foot, and set foot on the journey to the Wind-Hard Snow Prison again.