The demon girl's magic weapon, the silver-patterned whip, got up from the snow. She saw the old man flying forward and pressing his palm against the strange man wearing bearskin. The force was so strong that dozens of snow fell all over the ground. 10 feet high.
The old man's cultivation has reached the fifth level of all things, and he is also a monk of the demon clan. His physical strength is the highest among the snow clan. With such a palm, even the barbaric elephant will be killed by one palm.
The old man moved his palm very quickly, and the man moved even faster. He threw away the long whip in his hand and punched the palm.
Seeing the fists and palms connecting, the demon girl was sure that the weirdo would die, and she quickly shouted: "Grandpa Mo, let him live!"
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and the man was as still as a mountain, but the old man flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell embarrassingly into the snow.
"!?"
The demon girl's eyes widened in disbelief.
Mr. Mo flew up, suppressing the churning energy and blood in his body, and stood in front of the demon girl. His whole right arm was still trembling.
"Young Master, this man's strange strength is comparable to that of a ferocious beast." Mr. Mo said in a deep voice, "Although I only used six points of my strength just now, this palm is enough to kill a casual cultivator who has just entered the fifth realm. This Taoist My friend can receive my palm without moving at all, and his face does not change, which is really scary. Come to think of it, you were the one who released the flame cloud just now, right?"
Hearing this, the demon girl opened her mouth in surprise and could not speak for a long time.
The two sides faced off for a moment, but the man said nothing. He felt that there was no murderous intention in the two people in front of him, so he turned around and left.
"This person is really strange." The demon girl took back the silver-patterned whip in a low voice and muttered: "Not saying a word, it's like... losing her memory."
Choking, the demon girl didn't dare to say "like a fool".
"Young master, be careful." Mr. Mo still didn't dare to let down his guard. Although he had just fought, he still couldn't detect the slightest bit of magic power on that person. But was it because the other person's cultivation level had reached the realm of transformation, or he had really never set foot in cultivation. He wasn't sure about the road either.
But no matter what the situation is, it is not a good thing to be an enemy of such a monster.
"I'm just saying casually, I think that person's temper is..."
Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly stopped and looked back at the demon girl.
The demon girl was suddenly too frightened to speak, and Mr. Mo also felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
The demon girl met the man's eyes. Those dark eyes were bottomless, but filled with confused mist, like a little beast abandoned in the wilderness.
A certain chord in the demon girl's heart was suddenly touched. She didn't know whether it was sympathy or distress, but she blurted out: "My name is Arao, what's your name?"
The man hesitated for a moment, tilted his head, and squeezed out two vague sounds in his throat: "Aze..."
"Aze?" The demon girl took two steps forward. Mr. Mo wanted to stop her, but because there was no murderous intention in that person, he did not take action after all, and just waited and waited.
"Have you lost your memory?" Arao asked him.
Aze nodded, then shook his head blankly.
"No wonder..." Mo Laofan suddenly came to his senses and said: "This man's martial arts is so strong that he is most likely a Sixth Realm Holy Body. But I just fought with him, but I didn't sense the slightest energy. If it's amnesia, it may be explained. of Tong.”
"Sixth Realm Holy Body?!" Arao took a breath of cold air.
Mr. Mo nodded heavily.
"But such a terrifying flame can really be released without any movement?" Arao asked doubtfully, "Grandpa Mo can't tell whether he is a human monk or a powerful monster like me?"
Mr. Mo shook his head and said, "Young master, I am incompetent. This fellow Taoist has no human Qi such as true energy, nor does he have the Qi of my demon clan, let alone a demon."
"Grandpa Mo can't be blamed for this." Arao said, looking at the man again and asking: "Aze, although our Snow Clan is not the strongest tribe in this snowfield, we have an elder who is the best at medical skills. Want to No, you come with me, and when you get back to the Snow Clan, I’ll ask the elders to help you treat you. If that doesn’t work, I’ll find another way to help you get your memory back, how about that?”
"Young Master, this..." Mr. Mo suddenly stopped. Although this person is dangerous, he is suspected to be a six-level saint who was severely injured by his enemies and lost his memory. If his enemies come to visit him, the consequences will not be bearable by the Snow Clan.
But the so-called "wealth and wealth can be found in danger". If this person really had the cultivation of the Sixth Realm, even if he has fallen into this realm now and has forgotten most of his magical powers, the punch just now and the flame cloud that soared into the sky before have still had extremely terrifying killing power.
Moreover, the opponent didn't seem to use all his strength in that punch.
Nowadays, there are constant disputes within the Snow Clan, the clan leader is old, and the young master is seriously ill and weak. The young master's path to the top must be extremely difficult. If I could get help from this person, this road would be much easier.
Aze hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Arao said happily: "Then we will be friends from now on! It's like we don't know each other until we fight. We are going to catch the water-gold-eyed beast, let's go together!"
With that said, Arao looked at Aze's weird outfit and said to Mr. Mo, "Mr. Mo, do you have any clothes there?"
"Yes, young master." Mr. Mo took out the clothes from the Qiankun bag and stepped forward. Aze took off the bearskin, and Mr. Mo was surprised to see that there were iron-green scales everywhere on his body.
The person in front of me is actually a member of the demon clan?
The Great Sage of the Monster Clan, from the Scale Clan...could it be the one from Yinshan? Mr. Mo was shocked and confused, but the man from Yinshan was currently on the battlefield at the border of the wilderness. If he was killed to such an extent by his enemies, it could only be done by people from the other side of the Great Wall.
After all, it is impossible for the Great Patriarch of the Wasteland to sit back and watch the internal fighting in the Wasteland at such a juncture. But if that's the case, it's still impossible.
The snowfield is thousands of miles away from the border battlefield. The war has been going on for a year. How could the man from Hidden Mountain appear here?
Mo Lao's mind was racing. He looked at the sword in Aze's hand and accidentally caught a glimpse of the clumsy ring on his finger. He also remembered the strange stone that the other party had just taken off his bear skin and hung around his neck. After all, he couldn't guess the other party's identity. .
And the bear skin that this person threw carelessly in the snow, if he saw it correctly, this white bear in the snow field had at least the fifth level of strength during his lifetime, comparable to the great demon of the fifth realm.
Lin clan, sword cultivator, once had the cultivation of a great sage.
Mr. Mo secretly took a breath of cold air. It seemed that this big shot who had been hiding from the world but now appeared in the snowfield was probably here for "it".
What kind of existence can seriously injure such a person?
The catastrophe in the wasteland seems to be unstoppable.
Mo Lao waited for Aze to change his clothes and watched him pull up the hood of his cloak to hide his too young face. He secretly sent a message to Arao Wei: "Young Master, this is a member of the Scale Clan. It is very possible that he is from the Scale Clan." , before he lost his memory, he was a six-level sword cultivator."
"Sixth Realm Swordsman..." Arao turned around and glanced at Azera as he put on his hood. That young face looked like he was no more than twenty years old.
The longevity of the demon clan far exceeds that of humans.
With such an appearance, if he didn't have the skills to maintain his appearance, he would never live to be a hundred years old.
Arao's eyes looked at the sword bar in Aze's hand.
The sword strip looked like corroded rusty iron, with red and gold colors mixed in it. Only the shape of the sword could be seen, but there was no appearance of a sword at all. But if he thought it was a piece of scrap metal, Arao felt that the sword blade had an indescribable power.
"Aze, is this sword yours? What's its name?" Arao asked.
Aze held the sword bar in front of his eyes, thought for a moment, and shook his head.
"Okay, it doesn't matter." Arao smiled and said, "You will remember it one day. A swordsman's sword is a companion that cannot be separated from his hand."
Aze was stunned for a moment, no matter how the wind and snow roared, some name came to his mind, but he still couldn't remember it.
The flying carpet flew across the sky.
The extreme northern wilderness, with fertile water and grass in the south in summer, is also known as grassland. In the northern snowfields, even in midsummer, there is a lot of snow. Further north is the land covered with ice and snow all year round, called the Icefield.
The flying carpet opened the barrier, blocking out the wind and snow, and headed north.
In the current season, the further north you go, the shorter the days and longer the nights are. If you go deep into the ice field, it will be a time of eternal night, and the sun will not be seen for half of the year.
"Aze, do you know about the water-avoiding golden-eyed beast?" Huangwei said on the flying carpet, "There used to be a great demon monk in Feicheng who subdued such a strange beast. It was so awesome!"
Aze listened silently, but his hand was stroking the scabbard of the sword.
The scabbard was found by Mr. Mo from the Qiankun bag. It was just right for storing the sword blade. This way, the sword blade could be tied to Aze's waist without having to carry it with his hands at all times.
"That guy Mangkhut caught a lightning falcon somewhere and used it as a mount. He is very proud. I want to capture a water-avoiding golden-eyed beast to destroy his majesty." Arao said.
Aze raised his head and glanced at the demon girl.
Arao said: "By the way, you don't know who Mangkhut is yet. But I feel bad when I think of him. In short, that guy is a complete nuisance. If we meet him in the future, Aze, please help me teach him a lesson." No?"
Aze nodded.
Arao was overjoyed and said with a beaming smile: "Haha, with your ability, even if you forget the magical powers you have learned, you can easily beat that guy half to death with one punch."
On the flying carpet, Huangwei chattered endlessly. But the young man sitting across from him remained silent. Two people with completely opposite temperaments, one spoke and the other listened in perfect harmony, which made Mr. Mo, who was riding the flying carpet beside him, couldn't help but reveal an imperceptible smile.
Time passed, the sky turned gray, and the flying carpet came to a mountain boundary. The moment we crossed the snow-capped mountains, we saw a huge ice lake.
The lake surface was frozen, and several islands standing in the frozen lake were covered with heavy snow, looking at a loss.
Most of the monsters have night vision. As soon as the three of them saw the ice lake, Mr. Mo said: "Young master, we have arrived."
"I hope this trip goes well and that we can successfully conquer the water-avoiding golden-eyed beast." Arao's expression was half nervous and half excited.
The flying carpet descends on the ice lake island, and the strong wind howls above the ice lake, like a ghost crying in the night, with a shrill sound.
"Young Master, we have been traveling for days, so why not adjust your breath first." Elder Mo said, "The water-avoiding golden-eyed beast on your left and right is right here. If there is something like that, when you are ready, you will be able to accomplish your task in one battle."
"Okay." Arao nodded.
Mr. Mo opened a cave in the sheltered area of the island, lit a bonfire, the three of them ate and drank, and after some repairs, the old man began to arrange the magic circle on the island.
Two more days passed in the blink of an eye. Mr. Mo set up a magic circle on the island and began to lure the water-avoiding golden-eyed beast to appear in the ice lake.
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