Bai Zao's voice was very soft and his expression was very gentle, but his companions listened very seriously, patiently, and seemed very convinced.

Even Yaosongshan is like this.

The members of this team have relatively ordinary strength, and the strongest one besides Bai Zao is Yao Songshan.

Without the super combat power like Luo Huainan, nor Tonglu, or the killing gods like Gu Han in previous years, they had a very good result in Taoist wars. The picture of the blood-seeking plum blossoms that lived far away in Xishan has been completed and has been praised by Zenzi.

Bai Zao's ability to calculate and command is too strong, and the affinity and persuasion in his expression and words are enough to make all his companions believe her judgment.

This is probably the natural leader.

Because of her calmness, her companions, who were originally a little uneasy because of the news about the Iron Nematode, calmed down and began to set up the formation.

Bai Zao raised his head and looked at the shadow of the mountain in the distance.

The cold wind blew up again, rolling up snow particles and hitting her white veil.

The female disciple of the Changing Bell Sect asked with her eyes whether she would like to take a blanket.

Bai Zao smiled and shook his head to indicate that he didn't need it, and his hands tightened his clothes.

In fact, she is not as confident as she looks.

The Kunlun disciple named Dai Yin died too early.

However, since the Taoist war has not stopped, it should not be a problem with the beast tide and there will not be too many dangers.

Then she remembered something, her lips curled up slightly, and she laughed happily, and asked her companions: "Where have they been today?"

Yao Songshan took the magic weapon from a companion and looked at it. She walked to her side, with a strange expression and said, "It's more than sixty miles away from us."

A few days ago, they found that there was a strange walking trajectory of a team, which seemed to be coming towards them.

The team was not very fast, but if we continued like this, we would meet in two days, just in front of the black mountain shadow in the north.

Although the competition for Taoist wars is fierce, it is absolutely impossible for human practitioners to kill each other.

Of course, Yao Songshan's strange expression was not alert, but because Jing Jiu was in that team.

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The morning light came a little late.

Bai Zao and his group continued to head into the depths of the snowfield, searching for monsters in the snow country to hunt down.

The front must be even more dangerous, but this is the meaning of Taoist war.

Twilight is coming a little early.

The companions gathered around Bai Zao and began to listen to her gentle voice.

Today they hunted two ordinary snow-footed beasts and were very cautious when fighting, for fear of unexpected situations.

But in the end, they did not find any ears or iron nematodes in the prey's carapace.

The companions dispersed and prepared the formation.

Bai Zao sat in the wind and snow, thinking about this, and he felt more confused.

Why did so many practitioners who participated in the Taoist war not encounter iron nematodes, but they encountered Jing Jiu and others who had set out so many days late?

She asked subconsciously: "Where has Jing Jiu been?"

Yao Songshan glanced at the magic weapon and said, "It's more than thirty miles away from us, to the southwest."

The other three companions looked at each other and then looked at Yaosongshan.

They knew that Bai Zao was very concerned about the team's route, but today she asked not them, but Jing Jiu who asked directly. What does this mean?

"Don't look at me, I really don't know anything."

Yao Songshan said: "As far as I know, Master Jing Jiu and Master Jing lunar month have traveled for two years. They have been practicing in the green mountains for the rest of their time and have never seen outsiders."

They remembered that yes, there is still Zhao twelfth lunar month in the green mountains.

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The morning light came a little later than yesterday.

During the day, the group did not encounter any monsters in the Snow Country, and even the snow stopped.

The world is quiet, or dead silent.

The black mountain range that was getting closer and closer seemed so quiet and intimidating.

There is a canyon in the middle of the Black Mountains, which leads to a further place, which is the real snow country.

Bai Zao looked at that place and felt a strong warning in his heart, saying, "Light up."

Twilight came earlier than yesterday.

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The night has arrived. According to the habits a few days ago, Jing Jiu should have called for a stop, but he did not today, so Yin Qingmo and the other two continued to move forward.

Jing Jiu walked at the end.

The cooperation of the three young practitioners was already very tacit, and they had never encountered any evil things like iron worms these days.

He spread his palms and the little beetle jumped to his palm.

The shell of the little beetle is still pure white, but it will appear much harder after these days, and it is no longer as fragile and tender as it was when it was newborn.

Jing Jiu noticed that the longer it stays in the cold wind, or the lower the temperature outside, the faster the hardening speed of the carapace will be.

As for what the little beetle feeds on, he doesn't know yet, because he has never cared about this matter, and it is still alive anyway.

He suddenly sensed something, withdrew his palm and said, "Someone was besieged."

The three people in front stopped and looked at him in surprise.

At this time, there will be no evil practitioners on the snow field, but they will only be companions participating in the Taoist war.

Wu Mingzhong asked, "Where is the location? How far?"

"Northeast, eleven miles."

Jing Jiu said it without looking.

There was originally the place where he was going, and he did not shout for a stop when the night fell, which was also for this reason.

Yin Qingmo said with a slightly pale face: "What should I do?"

After walking on the snow field for so many days, the three young practitioners were no longer as nervous as they were at the beginning, but after all, they had never experienced a battle these days. The only impression was the scene of Dai Yin's tragic death that day. Suddenly, they knew that a companion who participated in the Taoist war was besieged by monsters in front of them, and subconsciously felt timid.

Jing Jiu untied the iron sword behind him and said, "You stay here, I'll go over and take a look."

If it is normal, it only takes a moment to drive the sword for more than ten miles away, but this place is already on the abdomen of the snow field. Although there are no snow clouds these days, the gale wind in the sky is even more violent, and it is getting closer and closer to the ground. If you drive the sword, you can only walk dozens of feet above the ground, and you can easily be attacked by those amazingly elastic monsters.

Yin Qingmo and the other two looked at each other, made up their minds, and said, "Let's go together."

Jing Jiu was slightly surprised.

Wu Mingzhong summoned the sword and shield.

The four of them stepped on.

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A gust of extremely cold wind blew from the canyon, and the flames in the fire were crushed and almost disappeared.

A pearl rose to the night sky, emitting milky white light, illuminating the ground more than a hundred feet a radius.

Bai Zao sat on the snow, with the white gauze covered in blood, very weak, and was seriously injured.

The night around was filled with strange sounds, like metal rubbing, or like a broken gong vibrating at high speed, which made people feel heart-pounding.

She knew that it was the snow-footed beast rubbing each other with its sharp and hard forelimbs, which was a signal of attack.
Chapter completed!