Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1506 Survival
But the bottom of the lake is not as easy to search as the mountains. Except for water practitioners, even heavenly practitioners cannot stay in the water for long.

Since the fall of the Azure Dragon God, there hasn't been any water mages in Xirong.

The Qinglong God was severely injured in the battle with the White Dog God, so the Qinglong God would never shelter the Xirong practitioners. Xirong no longer has water mages, which had a great impact on the search for the bottom of the lake.

Therefore, the tomb of the god has not been found in the Buddhist temple so far.

"The bottom of the lake?"

The black-robed old man frowned, "But there isn't a big lake within a radius of ten miles around here?"

Mountains and lakes depend on each other, and where there are mountains, there are often lakes, but the largest lake near Xueling Mountain is only a few hundred meters wide, so it really doesn't seem like a lake that can accommodate the tomb of a god.

After all, even if there is only the remains of the ancient giant god, it will be extremely huge. It can be hidden at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years. I am afraid that only a very deep and huge lake can hold it.

"Not in a radius of ten miles, but..."

The man in black holding the golden cup raised his head and looked towards the snow-covered north.

"A hundred miles away, isn't there the deepest lake in the north?"

"My lord, you mean..."

All the people in black robes were shocked.

"With such a strong suction, this hole must lead to another place," the man in black played with the squashed gold cup in his hand, "Although this mountain is not high, the ridge is long enough."

The man in black looked at the ridgeline of Xueling Mountain stretching northward, his gaze slightly deep.

None of the people his master decided to kill had escaped so far.

"That kid doesn't die so easily, chase after him!"

"Yes!"

The figures of the eight men in black robes disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Seeing them leave, Chen Zichu, Zhao Guang and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a bulge on the stone wall, like a platform, and the people hanging on the stone wall helped each other to climb up, paralyzed on the stone platform, gasping for breath.

The last ones to come up were Yeluhua and Ji Jiashu.

"Jia Shu?"

Seeing Yeluhua pull his younger brother up, Ji Ange, who was still in shock, let go of Ji Qingyuan's arm, and greeted him worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Ji Jiashu's face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and he looked up at her, "Sister."

"Sorry, I didn't hold her back."

"Don't blame yourself too much," Ji Ange said anxiously, not knowing what to say.

She looked back at the other surviving companions. Everyone on the stone platform was softened into a puddle of mud, gasping for breath in embarrassment.

They had all escaped death just now.

"The group of men in black just left?"

Thinking back on what happened just now, Ji Ange is still in a trance.

Even if the group of men in black stomped on it, they could kill all of them, but they left without doing anything.

"Heavenly cultivators don't kill indiscriminately. They won't attack ordinary people unless necessary," Yeluhua stepped forward. "Besides, killing us all won't do them any good."

Out of the corner of his eye, Ji Jiashu fell on Ji Jiashu, and the group of them could be regarded as enjoying Ji Jiashu's light.

For heaven-level practitioners, the only person they fear most is the second-level God Son.

When the group of heavenly ranks were talking about cleaning up all of them before, Yeluhua discovered that all the attacks of the group of black-robed men avoided Ji Jiashu.

It can be seen from this that the existence of Ji Mo still has a deterrent effect on those heavenly practitioners.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, no heavenly cultivator in any country would dare to do anything to Ji Mo's son.

"The group of people walked so fast because they had other things to do."

"what's up?"

Ji Ange was taken aback.

"They went after Li Ji."

Ji Jiashu tightly clenched the Chunlei Sword in his hand.

He heard clearly just now that the last word that group of people said was chasing.

"That means Zhaohua is still alive?"

The people who were paralyzed on the ground suddenly raised their heads, and Zhao Guang, who had lost his vision, grabbed his lapel tightly.

"Should be alive," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, he didn't think that man would die so easily.

But at the same time, Ji Jiashu didn't think that Li Ji had the ability to escape from the hands of the eight heavenly ranks.

If Li Ji was really sure, he wouldn't have thought of sending them all down the mountain through an avalanche just now.

Among the heavenly ranks, Li Ji was still too young.

Ji Jiashu clenched his fists.

"That group of people seem to know where Zhaohua and the others will fall."

Everyone looked at each other with heavy eyes.

"Then did you hear the place just now?" Zhao Guang stepped forward and asked.

Ji Jiashu shook his head, the wind was too loud, and he tried his best to hear only a few words.

"I only heard that it's probably in a place a hundred miles away."

"Hundreds of miles away?" Everyone gasped, "Did they fall that far in just such a short time?"

Ji Jiashu's face sank like water.

"Then what do we do next?"

Zhao Guang firmly suppressed the complicated emotions in his chest, and asked word by word.

Although he shouldn't be the one to say these words, there is not much time left before the high-level ceremony, let alone going hundreds of miles away, they don't even have half a day.

"Of course it's to save people," Ji Jiashu gritted his teeth. "Even if they don't know where it is, Baoyue and the others must have been rushed out along the veins of this mountain. If you search along the direction of the mountain range, you will definitely find it."

"But how long would that take?"

At this time, a calm male voice sounded behind Ji Jiashu.

Ji Jiashu turned his head and saw the person standing behind him, his eyes froze.

"Big brother?"

Ji Qingyuan walked up to him, looked at the tired faces of everyone, and said lightly, "I don't agree to save people."

"Brother, what did you say?"

Ji Jiashu was stiff all over.

Ji Qingyuan stared into his younger brother's eyes quietly, "We are running out of time, and we should continue our journey according to the map given by Her Highness the Princess."

It was hard for Ji Jiashu to believe that these words came from Ji Qingyuan's mouth, "Brother, do you mean that I will not save Baoyue?"

"I don't know the specific direction, and I don't have the speed of a heavenly practitioner, what can you do if you catch up?"

Ji Qingyuan's body was covered with wounds from the avalanche, but his eyes were still as calm as water.

"Not to mention that you can't catch up at all, even if you catch up, what can you do in this realm? Can you stand in front and use it as a shield?"

Ji Jiashu's hand holding the sword trembled for a moment.

"Everyone walked so far to participate in the high-level ceremony, don't you remember what Baoyue said before leaving?"

Ji Qingyuan stood extremely firmly, not letting anyone see his wavering.

"She said that even if everyone got separated, they would each go to Xiling Snow Mountain along the route."

"At Soochow, she was left behind, but didn't she arrive in the end?"

But this time is different.

Ji Jiashu tightly clenched his fists.

This time it was eight heavenly ranks, as long as Ying Baoyue refused to give up Li Ji, she would die.

Practitioners are supposed to live for survival, but what Ying Baoyue is best at is protecting others, not herself.

"Brother, I understand what you mean, I'll go alone."

Ji Jiashu puffed up his chest, looked at Ji Qingyuan calmly, "Brother, take everyone to Xiling Snow Mountain first."

The worst result is that he cannot keep up with the high-level ceremony alone, but it is better than him giving up Ying Baoyue here.

Ji Qingyuan stared fixedly at Ji Jiashu.

The next moment, he raised his hand.

Ji Jiashu was taken aback for a moment, then he closed his eyes resignedly.

Ji Qingyuan raised his hand and swung it towards Ji Jiashu's side face.

Zhao Guang and the others were frightened by this scene and remained motionless.

But the expected slap in the face did not sound.

Ji Jiashu opened his eyes in a daze.

I saw Ji Qingyuan's slap resting on his cheek.

(End of this chapter)