It took Xue Tong thirty years to advance to the next level. During this period, he destroyed many enemies and took countless innate elixirs.
Upgrading to this level is extremely hard and very solid.
Xue Tong's bloodline physique is very different, and the amount of mana that needs to be improved to practice the first level is unimaginable. At the moment of the mid-level achievement, the mana stimulated in the meridians almost burst him open. Xue Tong roared and punched The entire stone mountain trembled as the protective formation at the entrance of the cave was blasted open.
"Wait a minute, Taoist Master Xue, my senior brother and I were just looking at people and did not make things difficult for Chen Zixiong. Why would we go to the extent of killing people!" Xianyuanhui warriors are all smart people. The short warrior felt Xue Tong's fierce murderous intent and saw that the situation was not good. , said hurriedly.
Xue Tongbing, if his opponent talks softly, he will often not kill him unless necessary.
"Then let Chen Zixiong go!"
"The two of us are on duty as guards. We are waiting for the Taoist Priest to pass on the message. If the Taoist Priest has a dispute with the Xuangu Divine Sect, Xianyuan will handle it impartially and resolve it through coordination."
"You must never let him go," the short man said and threw out the wooden letter.
"I will believe your lies." Xue Tong didn't even bother to look, and a bolt of lightning shattered the wood pieces.
He glanced at the closed door of the inner courtyard and popped out a fireball.
The moment the fireball hit the door, the ground suddenly shook, and a metal mesh instantly covered the inner garden. The flames spread out on the mesh and burned fiercely.
"Oh, the magic circle!"
Xue Tongqingming poked it, and the metal net shook violently, rumbling and roaring.
Xue Tong shouted loudly, and the cone-shaped blade of the Star Meteorite slammed hard towards the protective net.
Visible black cracks spread out from the impact point, and then the entire net exploded violently.
"Boom~!"
Golden light and fire soared into the sky, and powerful air waves swept past. The courtyard wall cracked and flew up. All the buildings in the outer courtyard collapsed. The Xianyuanhui warriors had their hair disheveled and their green shirts were in pieces.
"This..." The two quickly changed into new clothes, covering their exposed arms and legs.
"The level of the magic circle is too low, so I just lied to you and others!"
"Go back with this message. The Xianyuan Society will make things difficult for the junior Hou Tian, and its behavior is disgusting. My role with the Xianyuan Society ends here. We just want to be at peace with each other. If there is another trouble, don't blame Xue's Tie Juwu!"
Xue Tong threw a storage bag towards Chen Zixiong who walked out of the inner garden, and said hello.
What was inside the bag was a large amount of acquired cultivation resources snatched from the Blood Sword Sect camp.
Just as Xue Tong was leaving, a figure flew quickly from the north.
Yan Tiande, the great protector of Yunxiao Sect.
When Yan Tiande was in the middle stage of his congenital life, he saw Xue Tong and the mess in the courtyard and understood. "Xue Tong, you came here uninvited. Don't come here again, so as not to embarrass everyone."
Yan Tiande had heard many legends from Xue Tong and had always been dubious about them. Now that he had seen the magic circle that he had tested to protect its power exploded, he couldn't help but believe it.
"I will visit the leader and the Great Protector again when I am ready. If the Xianyuan Society wants to use Xue's dirty tricks, there is no need to think too hard."
"How could Mr. Xue spare your lives now? It will be hard to say next time."
There was a voice outside Xue's call. He secretly told Chen Zixiong that "Xue Tong doesn't care about himself. You can't lure Xue Tong to me no matter what you do to me."
After speaking, the figure flickered and disappeared into the dark night.
Xue Tonglu's innate ability to break formations was a stern warning.
…
Northland, Yinhui Town.
The name of the town brings with it a layer of moonlight shining on the ground, and the meaning of loneliness and desolation.
The northern town of Chongguang is located at the entrance to the glacier and snowfield. It is the middle of winter. The camels and horses are all covered with blankets, and the corners of their mouths and noses are covered with ice.
There are only a hundred hunters in the town. The tavern in the east of the town hangs lanterns and thick felt curtains cover the door.
Xue Tong walked in through the curtain, took off his cloak, dusted the snowflakes on his velvet shirt, and said, "Host, bring a pot of wine and some side dishes."
The shopkeeper is about sixty years old, and the ice, snow and cold wind have carved wrinkles on his face that are disproportionate to his age. There are seven or eight wooden tables in the store, and customers at two tables are drinking and drinking.
These people were all martial disciples, wearing animal skin warm jackets. The spiritual pressure from Xue Tong Houtian's peak immediately calmed them down.
"Taoist Master, are you from the south, heading to the Icefield?" the shopkeeper asked while drinking.
"Well, let's go to the ice field and have a look. Do you have any news about the ice field monsters?" Xue Tong said.
"We only hunt snow wolves, silver foxes and low-level monsters, and collect elixirs such as icethorn grass and sunflower. How dare we go deep into the ice field."
"I haven't heard of it," Xue Tong asked again.
"I only know that red snow spiders often appear in Honghua Mountain." A hunter said.
"Oh, this place is close to the ice field. Warriors from the ghost dojo often pass by." Xue Tong asked.
"Once every two months," the shopkeeper replied.
Xue Tong took a few sips of wine and pointed at the talking hunter, "When the food is on the table, I will give you twenty kilograms of cattle."
Then pay and go out.
The shopkeeper looked at his back with a strange look in his eyes.
…
Xue Tong came here for the white tiger. There were very few high-level ice monsters. He had never seen one in exchange meetings and auctions over the years, so he might as well hunt one.
He doesn't care about concealing and exposing things. If it's too blatant, Di Zhu may not be fooled. It's better to just let nature take its course and do what needs to be done first.
The average snow cover in the northern ice field is four feet. Xue Tong went 800 miles deep and found Honghua Mountain according to the map.
The snow has stopped and the wind has stopped, and the air is exceptionally fresh.
Seeing no one around, Xue Tong released the white tiger.
The white tiger stopped roaring and started rolling happily in the snow. It roared at Xue Tong and bared its teeth. There was no fierce look in the tiger's eyes.
"Haha, Icefield is your hometown, right? I'm happy this time."
Xue Tong stretched out his hand to touch the white tiger, but the white tiger rolled away and pawed around, piling up snow.
Xue Tongjuan picked up a few feet square snow ball with his paws and covered the tiger directly.
He reached out and grabbed the tiger's tail, which was as thick as a bowl of water. The ice-patterned white tiger roared and flicked its tail lightly without resisting fiercely.
After playing for a while, Xue Tong collected the white tiger and flew low in the clouds. Looking around, except for the blue sky, everything was white, and the snow was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.
…
Someone!
A group of people formed a fan shape and searched along the snow slope.
Xue Tongyuan saw several frightened spiders suddenly jump out of the snow. Their backs were bright red, their bodies were white, and their noses, eyes and toes were black.
The Red Snow Spider hides deep underground. On sunny days, it crawls out of its nest and buries itself shallowly in the snow, exposing the red spots on its back to bask in the sun.
The snow spider is about the size of a millstone, and its eight slender legs slide out several feet with a single tap, as if floating on the snow.
The spider hunters are armed with spears, bows and arrows, and are dressed in similar clothes, making them appear to be members of the same race.
Xue Tong fell far away and did not bother him.
The leader, the old man, with his face glowing red, held a bow and shot an arrow through the snow spider ten feet away, then turned to chase the other one.
It wasn't until they were all killed that Xue Tong walked over.
"Taoist Master!" The old man greeted Xue Tong's innate spiritual pressure respectfully.
"I'm new here. I don't know where your friend is from," Xue Tong asked.
The old man's name is Wanyou, and he comes from Yuntai Ridge in the eastern part of the snowfield. The land there is rich and the snow never freezes. The Gaoling people have been their home for generations.
Xue Tong thought of the Luwa tribe on the edge of the desert, who called themselves Pei.
"The Gaoling tribe is the northernmost ethnic group in Dasheng. Their number is pitifully small, with only more than 1,500 people. They make a living by hunting animals in the snow, raising yaks, and planting corn."
"This is almost half of the elites of this tribe," Wan You said. There were nine members of the Gaoling tribe, ranging in martial arts from early to advanced.
"Do you have any information about the high-level monsters in the snow? Pei is willing to send some beasts to the Gaoling tribe." Xue Tong said.
"The ghost dojo warriors come to Yuntai Ridge once every six months. If there is any information, I would have given it to them." Peng Fangshi, the middle-aged man next to Wan You, said.
Wan You hesitated for a moment, "What is the level of Taoist Priest's beast? Can it be bought for our clan at the market price?"
Xue Tong rolled his eyes and said, "Of course."
He grabbed into his storage bag and pulled out the corpse of a Kui Lang beast from the summit of Houtian.
Kui Lang weighs more than three thousand kilograms, with shiny gray-black fur. His skull was smashed, so not even a drop of blood was wasted.
Everyone in the Gaoling clan hid their mouths and Wan You trembled slightly, "I dare you to ask at what price Chang Yuan will pay?"
"Fifty thousand spiritual stones!"
Wan You's eyes suddenly lit up. Xue Tong's price was 20% lower than the market price. Such good products are rare in ghost dojos, and the selling price is also higher than the market price.
He quickly took out the bag of spirit stones and asked Peng Fangshi to collect thousands more and gave them to Xue Tong.
"Well, well, if there is any news about monsters in the future, I'll let you know when we meet again." Xue Tong said a few words of courtesy and left. He judged the appearance and felt that Wanyou was hesitant to say anything, so he wanted to give him some sweetness first and consider it. Then I made a special trip to Yuntailing.
Unexpectedly, Wan You accepted Kui Lang and immediately said: "Taoist Master, wait a minute. The Gaoling tribe has not verified the news. Is Taoist Master interested?"
"certainly!"
"The news requires three similar animal carcasses to be sold. Pay for one carcass first and pay the remainder after the deal is completed."
"If the information you gave is untrue, wouldn't it be a big loss for me?" Xue Tong said with a smile.
"I think Taoist Master is not a man who cares about money. If my report is completely untrue, you can come to Yuntailing to settle the score. But the ugly rumors are ahead. Wan cannot guarantee that the rumors are true. It depends on whether you are willing to make this deal. ." Wanyou thought for a while and said.
Peng Fangshi frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face. The rest of the tribe seemed unaware and were all quite surprised.
"Okay, my fellow Taoist!" Xue Tong took the corpse of a monster leopard and threw it on the snow.
Wan You pulled him aside and whispered: "People often die in the Snowy Smoke Valley nine hundred miles away. Taoist priest, you can go there and have a look."
"That's it." Xue Tong suddenly felt that it was not worth it.
"It is said by our ancestors that there is a great secret hidden in the Snowy Smoke Valley. If the Taoist master finds something, don't forget to give us a percentage of it."
This time it was Xue Tong's turn to shine. He couldn't believe how Wanyou could tell him the secrets of his ancestors.
After Xue Tong left, Peng Fangshi said puzzledly: "Clan leader, why are the matters in Xueyan Valley made clear to outsiders?"
"This matter has been circulated for thousands of years. The ghost dojo, which is also an outsider, knew about it and went to it several times, but still no results."
"Taoist Master Pei is a nice person. He was willing to buy a piece of news worth 200,000 yuan. How did we lose?"
"I even doubt that there is no secret at all!" Wanyou said.
Peng Fangshi touched his chin and said nothing.
…
Snow and Smoke Valley is filled with snow and fog all year round, even on sunny days in summer.
The canyon is narrow and deep, and its own return wind blows smoke-like snow and fog year after year.
"Well, at least it looks a bit famous!"
Xue Tong stood on the top of a 700-foot-high cliff and looked down. Even though he had the golden eye skill, he still couldn't see clearly.
The snowy valley, which is nearly a hundred miles deep, can be reached as far as the eye can see.
The valley was more than a hundred feet wide. Xue Tong rode a vulture back and forth to patrol, but found nothing except a few ferrets and silver foxes.
Xue Tong jumped off the vulture's back and entered the snow valley step by step.
