(I was also very distressed when I saw the way up to the sky. I wrote it well, but why did I update so little? The author wrote so slowly? It was difficult to solve it. It had nothing to do with any other objective situation. It was purely because as I got older, I became lazy. Of course, this was not right, but I could only find a way to change it slowly...

Regarding the composition of the team, I do want to follow the game, but that is just my personal curiosity, and it has nothing to do with game adaptation. To be honest, when it comes to ours, who would change his ideas and stories for the purpose of adaptation? The reason for curiosity is that Butterfly has been playing Honor of Kings, the leader has been playing Onmyoji, and Haitang is playing Jian San, and they are all addicted. I want to understand the fun and want to learn it through learning, but when I was doing the tutoring, I found that I had never played games, no matter how they taught me to design a nurse or something, I couldn't do it well, and sighed. Finally, Butterfly 20 was about to publish a new book on Honor of Kings, and I didn't play games, and I thought this was awesome.)

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The suction force from the snowworm's egg womb is very weak, and even a hair cannot move. If it weren't for Jing Jiu's extraordinary perception, it would be difficult to detect it.

He looked at the oviparous in front of him and pinched it with his fingers. The oviparous sounded like a skin filled with wine, but there was no reaction.

The sword consciousness fell, and Jing Jiu confirmed that the life in the fetus had woken up.

When his fingers fell on the oviparous, the life revealed greed and desire to swallow.

But then, it felt the terror of Jing Jiu's consciousness and began to pretend to be dead because of fear.

The lowest-level Snow Country monster's newborn body has already had such a strong sense of life and death before seeing the real world. This is really interesting.

Jing Jiu put it away.

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Under a black rock peak hundreds of miles away, several young monks were discussing something.

They are also contestants in Taoist warfare, and they are dressed in tattered clothes. They must have encountered many battles, but they are very energetic and their eyes are full of confidence.

They are summarizing yesterday's battle situation, hoping that their cooperation will make each other more tacit, so that melee attacks and defenses can be more effectively combined with ranged strong kills.

With a light beep, a young monk took out his magic weapon, looked carefully at yesterday's list summary, and said, "Luo Huainan and the others are still in front."

This refers to the position on the Taoist war list and their position in the snow field.

The pedestrian Luo Huainan had already gone to the depths of the snow field and encountered many powerful monsters in the snow country, so the plum blossoms in the painting were so big.

They subconsciously looked at the young man ahead, showing a look of contempt. If there wasn't this person in the team, they wouldn't have hoped that they would be able to follow Luo Huainan, who would have been left behind so far away that they would have lost the possibility of winning the first place in the Taoist war.

The young man stood in the wind and snow, still tall, like a real sword.

He is Tonglu, a genius disciple of the Xihai Sword Sect.

In the preliminary judgment of the roller shutter man, Tonglu ranked second in the Taoist battle, even surpassing Bai Zao and Tongyan, second only to Luo Huainan.

This is true. Only the team where he is located can barely keep up with Luo Huainan's team in dozens of cold plums hanging in the rain corridor of Xishanju.

In terms of the number of plum blossoms alone, Tonglu is not even less than Luo Huainan, but because it is not deep enough to enter the snowfield, it has not encountered too many mid-level snow country monsters.

The four young monks understood that they were actually slowing down Tonglu's speed and were apologetic, but instead showed great courage during the battle.

"What's going on with Senior Jing Jiu? Why has he not yet achieved a record after so many days?"

"I don't know, there is a Kunlun disciple in my senior brother's team. After hearing his message, Jing Jiu has never taken action these days, and has not even left the mountain."

"Which mountain was the first mountain after entering the snow field?"

"good."

"Is this scary? But if you don't even dare to enter Xueyuan, why should you participate in the Taoist war?"

The cold wind was like a knife, rolling up snowflakes, and landed on the ordinary and innocent face of Tonglu.

He listened to his companions' comments, expressionless and unmoved.

If it was before Mei met the chess game, he might think that Jing Jiu was a cowardly and incompetent person, but after that chess game, he certainly wouldn't think so.

Those who can withstand the murderous intent of a childish face on the chessboard and can fight back and kill successfully will inevitably be extremely powerful, both the Taoist heart and the will.

But he couldn't understand what Jing Jiu was thinking.

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

Tonglu walked back to her companions and saw the latest news from the magic weapon. She raised her eyebrows and was very surprised.

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Jing Jiu and his party were walking on the snow, keeping a distance of several to hundreds of feet between each other, ensuring that they could rescue their closest companions using their best skills.

The ground in the snowfield suddenly trembled, and then quickly returned to quiet.

The five stopped.

Lu Jin took out the magic weapon and pointed it at the snow, his face became even more gloomy, and he turned to his companions and said silently: There is something.

The snow was quiet, like dead silence, and only the roar of the cold wind could be heard.

After all, these young practitioners have no experience. They only know how to calm their energy and calm their spirits without making any sounds. However, they did not expect that the sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared and quiet was a clear warning to the creature under the snow.

The snow in the distance suddenly bulged, then turned into a snow line and headed towards the distance.

After everyone participated in the Taoist war, they encountered the first battle. They were a little excited and more nervous, and they didn't react for a while.

In order to escape faster, the monster crawled out of the snow surface and became faster. With a distance of more than 200 feet, you could vaguely see that this was a spider-like thing, about the size of an ordinary round table, with the back smooth like a mirror, and the feet under you bounced like lightning, so you couldn't see clearly.

"Snowfooted Beast!"

Dai Yin shouted loudly: "Who has to know how many feet it is?"

Jing Jiu said: "Six."

Listening to this answer, Yin Qingmo and the other three looked a little relaxed, and Dai Yin smiled even more. The fewer the snow-footed beasts' feet, the higher the class, and the more powerful it was. The six-legged snow-footed beasts are the weakest and have never experienced an advancement. Even the most ordinary practitioners can easily deal with it.

Jing Jiu untied the iron sword behind him.

Dai Yin reached out to stop him and said, "I'll do it!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed away.

The other three people also left.

Within a few breaths, Dai Yin rushed behind the snow-footed beast, holding a blue rope in his hand, and suddenly pulled it down.

Qingsuo is the magic weapon of the Kunlun School, which contains the power of the dragon bones. This heavy blow is not only a thousand kilograms of power, but even a stone will be broken.

Although the snow-footed beast's shell is strong, this snow-footed beast is just a low-level six-legged one and cannot withstand such huge power at all.

With a muffled sound, the snow-footed beast's shell cracked directly, and countless blue slurry spurted in all directions, like a sharp arrow.

Dai Yin missed the air and landed on the ground.

Wu Mingzhong rushed forward, summoned swords and shields, and protected Dai Yin behind the shield.

Yin Qingmo was slower, so he raised the star pot and chanted the spell silently. A clear light spurted out from the star pot and fell like a waterfall, covering her and Lu Jin.

I could only hear a dense sound of slap, like a sudden rain, mixed with sizzling burning sounds.

After all the green slurry fell, Wu Mingzhong and Yin Qingmo put away their magic weapon.

The thick and strong sword and shield surface is full of dense potholes, all of which are traces of erosion by venom.

Before participating in the Taoist war, they learned relevant knowledge and knew that the green blood of the Snow-footed Beast is highly toxic and extremely corrosive. But only when they see the real picture, they know that even the lowest-level Snow-footed Beast is so dangerous. Even if it can be easily killed, it can still threaten itself.

Looking at the dead snow-footed beast in front of him, Yin Qingmo couldn't help but feel a little scared. Suddenly, he remembered Jing Jiu, worried that he would find that he was standing not far away, with his white clothes fluttering and no venom was touched.

At this time, the mutation regenerates.

A small black shadow suddenly jumped out of the cracked back shell of the snow-footed beast, making a squeaking scream, and fled to the distance at an extremely fast speed.

"Listen! It's about listening!"

Dai Yin was not only not surprised when he looked at the thing, but was even more excited.

Tinger is a very rare and intelligent existence among the middle-level monsters in the Snow Country. Lives in the Snow-footed Beast's shell and can control hundreds of Snow-footed Beasts at the same time with sound.

On the battlefield, the most important mission of Tinger is to drive the tide-like snow-footed beasts to attack the human army.

The speed of listening to the ear is amazing, and there is no danger other than that.

Who would have thought that in a place far away from the core of the Snow Country, there was a single ear living in this lowest-level six-legged snow beast.

For them, this is a really lucky thing.

Dai Yin did not hesitate and was ready to chase this.

Jing Jiu felt something was wrong and reached out to stop him.

Dai Yin misunderstood that he wanted to steal the merits, so he snorted coldly, pushed his arm away, and swept out.

The Kunlun School is in Lengshan and is best at wind and snow body techniques.

Dai Yin did not need to control his sword and walked away in the air. Within several breaths, he turned into a small black dot in the distance, catching up with the ear.

Green light illuminates the snow field.

He held the green cable in his hand and pulled towards the ground.

Suddenly, he let out a scream and fell from the sky.
Chapter completed!