Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 365 Hairy Snow Beast
Patriarch Xun Ping put on a posture, wanting to explain the truth to Qi Si.

Qi Si blocked his ears with his fingers, just not wanting to hear.

The ancestor Xun Ping still said elegantly: "The monster race has a Mahayana realm, and the demon race also has a Mahayana realm, but the human race does not have a Mahayana realm. The human race is in danger. We can't continue to fight like this, we have to be twisted together Rope, there are many opportunities for Lingzhi, and I will also strive to get out of the Mahayana realm as soon as possible."

Patriarch Qisi covered his ears with his fingers and replied: "If you want to leave the Mahayana realm, it will not be your Huayan Sect's turn to be honored. Your Huayan Sect is not upright, and you should receive more retribution."

Patriarch Xun Ping sighed: "At the beginning, I also tried my best to oppose it, but the minority obeyed the majority, and it didn't work. Mu Sheng is too dazzling, and he stands alone, and no one can compete."

Qi Si was very proud: "That's the luck of our Tian Yunzong, you can only be jealous."

"Who says it's not?" said Patriarch Xun Ping, "Because he alone got the Mahayana Thunder Wing Tiger, got five eighth-level Thunder Wing Tigers, and even commanded most of the cultivation world if he wanted to. With him, In less than a thousand years, the Tianyun Sect will overtake our Huayan Sect, this is foreseeable, so for the benefit of the sect, we will rush to erase him."

Patriarch Qi Si snorted: "You guys are the ones who fight internally first, so you have the nerve to persuade me."

Xun Ping smiled and said: "So we have learned from the past, and our human race can't continue to fight internally."

Qi Sidao: "It's neither internal friction nor cheap for you. If you want to make a fortune, you have to bring Wan Jianzong with you. You Huayanzong can stay wherever it's cool. It's cool on the ice, so it's just right to stay here."

The ancestor Xun Ping spoke the truth again.

Qi Si turned his face sideways and blocked his ears with his fingers, just not wanting to hear.

After eating the fish, the young disciples regained their strength and waited for a long time until dawn, but the two patriarchs landed on the ground.

Patriarch Qi Wu was still soaking in the ice water.

There was a huge iceberg in front of him.

Huge icebergs under the water.

Patriarch Qi Wu's figure was upwards, half of his body broke through the ice, and there were also towering white icebergs on the water.

Looking around, it was all white.

Patriarch Qi Wu moved to the top of the iceberg. An Qingli came out of the patriarch's sleeves, shivering involuntarily, and quickly mobilized the real fire in his body to resist the severe cold.

Little Huzi also came out of his sleeves to breathe, but the surrounding air was too cold.

The three or nine days in Tianyunzong were very cold, but compared with the severe cold here, it was nothing worth mentioning.

The fur on the little tiger's body was not thick, he only appeared for a moment, and then quickly retracted into the old man's sleeve.

"Is it really that cold?"

Little Pegasus disliked it, and proudly stepped out of his ancestor's sleeve to have a try.

It turned out to be really cold.

Little Pegasus put on airs and tried his best to maintain his demeanor. He lasted a cup of tea longer than Little Huzi before he shivered back into his ancestor's sleeves covered in frost.

Such a cold place is indeed not a place for short-haired orcs like them to stay for a long time.

Little Pegasus's teeth chattered, and trembling in the ancestor's sleeve robe, he said: "Patriarch Qi Wu, what about Shangshan, did he follow, is he here?"

Patriarch Qi Wu said: "No. That kid is so bold, he should be trying to break through by himself."

Little Huzi suddenly asked: "You said that the water turned from Shangshan will freeze in this icy world?"

"Probably not." An Qingli took out a jug of spirits, poured half of it into his mouth, and said, "The water he turned into can extinguish even my ghost fire, and it doesn't freeze so easily."

The little ones are also convinced.

Qi Wu's ancestor had consumed a lot of spiritual power, so he meditated on the spot to recover his spiritual power.

With the ancestor Qi Wu, the little Lingxi, who was no longer considered a secret, also poured himself strong wine, hid himself, and floated on An Qingli's shoulder.

"Qingli, the iceberg is also a mountain, could it be the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan?" Xiao Lingxi once again had a whim.

Their trip was for the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan, so Little Lingxi's mind was full of the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan.

An Qingli smiled and said: "Then I have to trouble you to take a good look, maybe, just in case, just in case, it doesn't take much effort."

Little Lingxi also laughed, opened Lingxi's eyes, and looked around.

As far as the eyes can see, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and there is no fluctuation of the formation prohibition.

Xiao Lingxi was a little disappointed.

However, a seventh-level monster, covered in snow-white thick long hair, lay motionless in the snow, blending almost perfectly with this ice and snow world.

In addition to this seventh-tier one, there are also several fifth- and sixth-tier ones, which are also lying far away. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to find their traces.

An Qingli sipped wine beside the ancestor, pretending not to notice.

As for the ancestor's cultivation in the Transcendence Tribulation Realm, if he hadn't deliberately shown his coercion, those monsters who lived in a corner would probably look down upon him.

Even if some monsters are spiritually intelligent, they will not be very smart, such as the long-haired snow beast that is unique to this snow field.

An Qingli had read about the long-haired snow beast in Zongmen Library Pavilion.

Maybe it's the perennial severe cold that froze the brain, so this family is not very smart. Of course, only those who have cultivated to the eighth level may have a qualitative leap in intelligence.

As for those below the eighth level, it is probably only the main body that is powerful.

The seventh-level long-haired snow beast, like a ball of snow, approached little by little.

Little Lingxi's eyes are shining, it really likes the snow beast's thick and soft fur.

"Want?" An Qingli asked Xiao Lingxi.

Xiao Lingxi nodded excitedly.

The seventh-level monsters moved, and those fifth- and sixth-level monsters, like snow balls, continued their instinctive hunting methods, gathering here bit by bit.

It seemed that they had already regarded the two uninvited guests, An Qingli and Patriarch Qi Wu, as delicacies.

"Do you need the ancestor to take action?" Qi Wu sent a voice transmission to An Qingli.

An Qingli replied calmly through voice transmission: "Practice first, if you lose, please ask the ancestor to make a move before it's too late."

As soon as the words fell, the seventh-level long-haired snow beast suddenly swarmed into a ball and slammed into An Qingli.

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, the Ruyi Red Flame Sword suddenly rushed out of the dantian, galloping like lightning, and stabbed straight at the snowball.

Xue Tuan was alarmed by the danger, and didn't dare to fight head-on, so he hurriedly hid to the side.

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, Ruyi's Chiyan Sword swept across, the red sword's aura was extremely domineering, reflecting a red light on the snow, and forced the seventh-level snowball to avoid in a hurry.

The seventh-level snow beast fought with Ruyi Red Flame Sword.

A sixth-level snow beast took the opportunity to pounce on Qi Wu and An Qingli.

Qi Wu just sat cross-legged on the spot, standing still, like an old man who was waiting for An Qingli's rescue and had no power to fight back.

Of course Qi Wu is just old, but his appearance is still that of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

An Qingli sacrificed the red lotus bone fan to protect herself, and held a dharma sword in her hand to resist the sixth rank.

Not less hit by the sixth level, An Qingli was at a disadvantage in the realm of cultivation, and his speed was not as fast as the opponent, so he was completely at a disadvantage.

Little Huzi was very itchy, so he also came out of his ancestor's sleeve, joined the battle, and fought against the enemy with An Qingli.

(End of this chapter)