immortal mansion

Chapter 432
The permafrost that does not melt all year round is just like the snowflakes of the past.

On the snow-covered business road, a caravan composed of more than ten deer carts slowly drove up.

Judging from the flags hung by the caravan, this should be a convoy belonging to the "Yunbei Chamber of Commerce". There are not many guards and riders surrounding the convoy, but all of them are wearing solid armor, and they are all elite players at a glance.

At the front of the convoy, there were two direwolves walking side by side.

The direwolf is the most common riding beast in the northern region. There are no suitable horses in the icy and snowy northern region, but a wolf beast here can meet the needs. Over time, a special custom of riding a direwolf has formed.

The leader was a silver-haired old man in a green robe and a long gown.

The silver-haired old man looks like a scholar, but he is actually a monk. Judging from the aura on his body, he should be a monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

To mortals, the cold climate of ice and snow is not so terrible in the eyes of monks. Just wearing a piece of warm jade on the body can offset the icy cold wind and snow erosion in the northern region.

Next to the old man, there was a black-faced man with an extremely stout figure and a strong bow and spear on his back. He was wearing a black spirit iron heavy armor, which gave him a very burly feeling.

Similarly, this black-faced man is also a monk.

It's just that unlike the silver-haired old man, the black-faced man's cultivation is extremely low, and he looks like a second-level Qi Refiner.

Suddenly, the black-faced man patted the wolf's head, making the direwolf stop.

"Boss, why don't we turn around?"

Immediately ahead is the Burial Monster Snowfield, which has always been known for its degree of danger. There are very few survivors who enter, and it is not possible for low-level monks like them to go there.

"Oh, why don't I know..." the silver-haired old man sighed.

As a native of Beiyuan County, he naturally knows the horror of the burial monster snowfield, but now the Yunbei Chamber of Commerce has nowhere to go, facing the encirclement and suppression of the hostile chamber of commerce, he can only retreat again and again, even the last old base camp has been lost. The hope is that the convoy will arrive at John Syracuse before the Ice Orchid Festival.

And with the current speed of the convoy, the only way is to cross the Burial Demon Snowfield.

At this moment, the old man looked up at the sun, and found that it had risen to the top of his head. Noon was the time of day when the sun was at its peak, and this could just increase the chances of the convoy passing through the snowfield of burial monsters.

As long as you are lucky enough, you may not have the possibility of passing through the snow field.

"Go ahead, we can't turn back." The silver-haired old man said to the black-faced man beside him.

Long before he set off, he had already sold the last assets of the Yunbei Chamber of Commerce. Under such siege, no chamber of commerce could survive successfully, and the Yunbei Chamber of Commerce was naturally no exception.

What he has to do now is to make the last fight. If he succeeds, the Yunbei Chamber of Commerce will be able to gain a foothold in Han Xuecheng, and there may not be a time when he will fight back in the future.

If it fails, then of course everything will be closed.

Hearing this, the black-faced man's expression changed, and he made a concealed gesture to the back.

He had already told his subordinates that as soon as this signal was sent, the team would immediately turn around.

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired old man pointed at his nose and cursed angrily: "Black Eleven, you pretend that I don't know your little tricks? Have you forgotten who picked you out of the orphans and raised you step by step?" To this day? Unexpectedly, you are also an ungrateful dog!"

Hearing this, the black-faced man finally didn't hide it, and said angrily:

"Lin Zhongyu, I have lived and died for your Lin family for so many years, why have you ever paid attention to my feelings? Now that my wife is pregnant, how can I let her be a widow? If you want to bury Yaoxueyuan to die, you go... ..."

"Tell you, I quit!"

"Hehe, do you think you have a choice?" The silver-haired old man sneered, and took out a brass little Ling from his sleeve. It was covered with yellow talisman paper, and there was a faint smell of blood.

When the black-faced big man Hei Shii saw him, his black face suddenly turned pale.

"You, you, do you want to make me into a corpse?"

As Lin Zhongyu's former confidant, he naturally knew the function of the small brass bell.

The small brass bell is actually a corpse-controlling bell, which can control corpses refined by secret methods. With the blessing of the copper bell, the strength of corpse refining will be improved. It can be regarded as Lin Zhongyu's bottom-line method.

That's why when he saw Lin Zhongyu take out the copper bell, he mistakenly thought that the other party wanted to make himself into a corpse.

"Hey, what if I said... that I'm going to pass on the corpse control bell to you?" Lin Zhongyu took out the copper bell, but didn't activate it, but put it in the palm of his hand and handed it out.

For a moment, Hei Shili didn't know whether what the other party said was true or not.

At this moment, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the distance.

The faces of the two of them suddenly changed, they both secretly said something wrong.

"How could it be? Why did we encounter a snow demon before we entered the snowfield where the monster was buried?" Lin Zhongyu's expression changed several times. He couldn't figure out why he had encountered a snow demon.

The snow demon is the most hated monster in the Northern Territory.

They are usually extremely powerful, even able to suppress two monks at the same level, and in the icy and snowy environment of the northern region, their recovery ability is also extremely strong, making them very difficult monsters.

And when the snow demons appear, they usually come in groups, at least starting in double digits.

The above two reasons are not the main reason why the monks in the Northern Territory hate it. The main reason is that this kind of monster is very difficult to deal with, and the benefits obtained after killing it are almost zero.

Just imagine, killing at a huge price, but getting nothing in the end... Who wouldn't hate and hate this kind of monster?
"One...two...seventeen...seventeen!" Hei Shichi took a deep breath, with despair appearing in his eyes.

There are so many snow monsters, they are not able to deal with them at all, even if there are two monks here, plus those mortal riders who have practiced martial arts, there is still no chance of winning against this group of snow monsters.

On the side, Lin Zhongyu also changed color.

"Could it be that the sky wants to kill me?"

He never believed in fate in his life, but at this moment he couldn't help but doubt his own ideas.

Looking at Hei Shiyi, a complicated color flashed in Lin Zhongyu's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Let's go, the farther you go, the better, I will defend you against these snow demons for a while."

As he said that, he actually controlled the direwolf, and headed towards the snow demon in front of him.

Black Eleven behind couldn't believe that Lin Zhongyu was willing to sacrifice for himself.

But before he could think about it, there was a sound of sword whistling from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a purple-clothed figure descended from the sky.

This accident attracted the attention of everyone in the team, and anyone could tell that this young man who appeared suddenly had an extraordinary background.

And this young man is exactly Mo Chen who came from the Southern Region.

(End of this chapter)