The snow scene disappeared.

The sky is still cloudy, but no snowflakes can be seen and it is no longer snowing.

Qin Sang was in the midst of strong winds and huge waves, and was shaken by the wind and rain.

Whether it is the surrounding scenery or the sound of the waves crashing, they are no different from the real sea. Regardless of whether Old Yanshan is proficient in illusion or not, this mountain-protecting formation is indeed one of the best.

At least, with Qin Sang's spiritual sense of incarnation alone, it would be difficult to find the flaw in this in a short time.

You must be able to break through this illusion before you can hope to catch the snow fox.

Qin Sang could understand why the old man Yanshan lost interest.

As his thoughts flashed, Qin Sang formed a seal indiscriminately, pressed it to the center of his eyebrows, closed and opened his eyes, and there was a dull blue light floating in the hole, and his eyes were burning as he scanned the surroundings.

The blue light in the boy's hole was naturally disguised by him.

The one who is really capable is the Tianmu butterfly.

Seeing Qin Sang's actions, Old Man Yanshan thought that Qin Sang was already prepared, and changed his formation in the dark. The huge wave that rushed towards Qin Sang suddenly became several times more violent.

'Boom...'

The waves crashed down.

Qin Sang's figure disappeared and appeared in the water waves.

The snowflakes transformed by sword energy in a radius of three feet around him were not only not washed away by the huge waves, but instead danced faster and faster and became more dense.

The waves touched the snowflakes and froze on the spot, then were blasted by the sword energy and exploded into countless ice flakes.

Crushed ice fell into the water.

There are countless ice cubes floating on the water, rising and falling, and being rolled over by new waves. Every change looks so real and flawless.

Qin Sang couldn't help but admire it.

One wave after another.

The waves are endless.

Old Man Yanshan seems to have run out of skills and can only use this kind of attack.

In a few breaths, Qin Sang slashed hundreds of swords one after another. Not a drop of water vapor could penetrate the sword energy barrier, so Qin Sang was naturally unscathed.

'Wow!'

Another wave crashed over.

Qin Sang habitually used the Snow-Stepping Magic Sword to resist, and suddenly noticed that in the depths of the water waves, white water balls appeared out of thin air, drifting with the current.

Seeing these seemingly light water balls, Qin Sang felt a faint sense of danger from above.

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed, his sword technique suddenly changed, and he slashed around his body.

The moment Qin Sang drew out his sword, these water balls suddenly rose out of the water and without any pause, they all shot towards Qin Sang like lightning.

This is not a water polo at all, but actually a water-moving divine thunder!

In an instant, Qin Sang was overwhelmed by the divine thunder.

boom!

boom!

boom!

…

All the divine thunder exploded at once, deafening.

Qin Sang disappeared, replaced by a cloud of white mist, with lightning flashing in the white mist, and the breath of destruction escaping from the center of the explosion.

Although the attack power of this level is strong, it will not hurt Qin Sang.

At this moment, the Snow-Taking Divine Sword was hanging upside down above Qin Sang's head. The blade was trembling, and the sword energy was surrounding his body, resisting the divine thunder. He knew very well that this was obviously used by Old Man Yanshan to confuse his vision.

As expected.

At the moment when the divine thunder exploded, a pale blue shadow appeared silently behind Qin Sang, raised his palm and tried to strike Qin Sang's back.

The movements of this shadow are very hidden, and the figure blends into the divine thunder, making it difficult to distinguish. Unfortunately, its movements cannot be hidden from the eyes of Tianmudie.

Qin Sang suddenly turned around, and the magic sword that stepped on the snow roared loudly. The sword's light rose sharply, as fast as a meteor, and it landed on top of the shadow's head in an instant.

After being discovered by Qin Sang, Shadow immediately gave up the attack. He didn't even have time to lift his hand and allowed the Snow-Taking Divine Sword to cut him in half.

next moment.

As soon as the illusion was over, the huge waves, divine thunder and shadows disappeared at the same time.

The old man Yanshan appeared opposite Qin Sang, his eyes filled with brilliance, and he praised: "The old man's Shadow Escape Technique, even without the blessing of this formation, is still a good concealment technique. He didn't even have a chance to take action, and he was said

My friend saw through it easily, and now I believe in my fellow Taoist’s ability.”

Do a full set of dramas.

Qin Sang put away the sword, and the green light in his eyes gradually faded, and said: "Fellow Taoist's Shadow Escape Technique is indeed extraordinary. I could only detect it because I was prepared in advance, otherwise it would be difficult to avoid this blow."

Old Man Yanshan chuckled and said, "Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be humble. I know it well. Since I've told you before, I will accompany you on this journey."

Qin Sang was overjoyed when he heard this, "When do you plan to set off, fellow Taoist?"

Shaking his head slightly, the old man Yanshan said calmly, "The place where the snow fox moves is still some distance away from here, and the snow is too heavy, so it is not easy to determine the snow fox's activity range. In addition, the old man also needs to make some preparations.

To be honest with you fellow Taoist, I have always been obsessed with the snow fox. There must be a reason why such strange creatures are born in the world. After catching the snow fox, I will get a share of the treasures."

Old Man Yanshan made the request openly and honestly.

This would actually make Qin Sang feel at ease.

In this way, the two of them have become a cooperative relationship. Qin Sang does not need to think hard about what treasures to give in exchange. Old Yanshan will definitely do his best.

He just wants more cold crystals, so it doesn't matter if he gives the other treasures to Old Man Yanshan.

Qin Sang looked at the thick clouds in the sky, "When will the snowstorm stop?"

Old Man Yanshan let out a laugh, "Snow disasters here can last for thirty to fifty years. Fellow Taoists must not be able to wait that long. I estimate that the snow will be at its weakest in six months, so we should set off at that time..."

The two of them walked down the mountain top while talking.

Qin Sang noticed that there was only one old man in Yanshan Mountain.

This person has no disciples, no subordinates to obey orders, and he can't even see a spiritual beast. No wonder there was no one serving tea before.

Old Man Yanshan personally led Qin Sang to a cave, "It's a humble house and I have wronged my fellow Taoist for a few days."

"It's okay, I'm sorry for bothering you."

Qin Sang thanked him, turned his true energy into a sword, and opened up a cave and a simple stone table and bench.

The two of them sat down and discussed the subject regardless of trivial matters.

Qin Sang discovered that Old Man Yanshan had profound knowledge in the way of water, and he could also speak clearly about the way of ice, which benefited him a lot.

Everything Qin Sang transformed into and learned came from Xuantian Palace.

Zhongzhou does not have the same inheritance as Xuantian Palace. Even though Qin Sang hid the most profound part, he still heard the old man Yanshan beaming with joy and clapping his hands in admiration.

After some exchanges, the old man Yanshan lost his previous aura and when he stood up to say goodbye, he already called him Taoist brother.

After seeing Old Yanshan off, Qin Sang closed the cave and sat cross-legged on the ground with a thoughtful look on his face.

Outside Yanshan Mountain.

This deity has been hiding in an even shabbier cave and has been in samadhi for a long time.

The cave of Yanshan Old Man is located on the east side of Yanshan Mountain.

Walk along the stone steps back to the cave and seal it.

The cave is fairly neat, but it looks quite old. There are no tables or chairs, only a silk futon and a burner of incense, which perfectly fits the image of an ascetic monk.

Old Yanshan sat on the futon, lost in thought.

He held one hand on his knees, and the other hand dropped naturally, tapping his fingers lightly on the ground. After a moment, he popped out a wisp of true essence, rubbed the incense stick, and ignited it.

Staring at the smoke of birds and birds, he was lost in thought for a long time. Old Yanshan raised his hand and wiped it on his waist, as if he had made a decision, and a round mirror appeared in his palm. The mirror was not as big as his hand, and it fit perfectly in the palm of his hand.

The edge of the round mirror is transparent, the texture is similar to crystal, with only a few simple lines, and the mirror surface in the middle ripples slightly like water waves.

Old Yanshan's face was distorted when reflected in the mirror.

He reached out and brushed it against the mirror, and the face inside returned to normal.

Staring at the face in the mirror, Old Man Yanshan seemed to be having a conversation with himself and murmured, "It's a bit early. But he is a good helper..."

…

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

During the past six months, Qin Sang's incarnation stayed in Yanshan without leaving the mountain, occasionally going out to observe changes in the snow situation.

Some of the mountains were covered with snow.
To be continued...