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Chapter 770 1. The Witch in the Snowfield

The night wind on the ice field is a boning knife.

What is being picked out is the bones and blood of all living beings.

Under the dark blue night, in the boundless snow, a team of thirty-seven people squirmed like ants, their animal skin cloaks wrapped into bloated cocoons, with ice condensed on every fold.

The leading old shaman woman held a human bone staff and rode on the back of a giant snow-haired wolf. Her withered, wrinkled face was tightly tensed, and the temperature of the northern plains almost stopped her blood from flowing.

Accompanying the giant wolf was a man with a knife on his back. Half of his body was buried in the thick snow, and he moved forward without saying a word.

Behind the man and the old shaman woman were the crowd that followed closely with gritted teeth, and five snow wolves that walked slowly. They were carrying bags and were much smaller than the giant wolf under the old woman.

An unusual noise in the team made the man turn around.

A shout came from the back: "Someone fell into the ice!"

"It's Wushanuo!" someone added.

He was a seventeen-year-old boy, and the man immediately remembered who Wushanuo was.

The man did not waste his eyes and continued to move forward. It was common for people walking in the ice field to suddenly fall into ice cracks. Their team started from the Greater Khingan Range near the far north. The original team of 100 people was reduced to 37 people. Including Wushanuo who fell in, they still had 36 people left.

People heard a muffled sound, like a giant beast that had been frozen for thousands of years turning over under the glacier.

The sound he could hear meant that the crack in the ice was not deep and the boy might still be saved. The man slowed down his pace again.

"Let's go and take a look." The old woman on the giant wolf's back raised her eyelids.

The man nodded.

The crowd gathered around the crack in the ice and looked down. As expected, Wushanuo did not fall into the deep part. Half of the boy's body was stuck in the crack, and he used the ice pick in his hand to nail the ice layer tightly. The blood beads seeping from the soles of his deerskin boots condensed into crystals before they fell.

The man looked out of the crack. The boy's eyes were bright in the dark ice crack, like a torch.

The people in the team took the noose off the snow wolf's back, but no one dared to approach the edge of the crack. A long whimper came from deep in the ice crevice, like a baby's cry mixed with a wolf's howl.

Someone's expression changed. "Human-faced eagle!"

A cold wind blew from under the ice cracks, and something was flapping its wings underneath. The boy's face was pale, and because of the cold, he had lost consciousness in the lower half of his body.

The man no longer hesitated, grabbed the noose and handed it to the boy, "Hold on tight!"

After saying that, he pulled out the long knife behind him. It was a huge crescent-shaped scimitar with a sharp blade. The man waved the crescent-shaped scimitar to split the opening of the ice crack and pulled the boy up. But the cold wind suddenly gathered, and a monster with a human head and a bird body flew out of the ice crack, biting the boy's leg, making a strange sound. The man pushed aside the wine pot, poured the strong liquor on the blade, and jumped to chop off the monster's head.

"Let's go!" The man caught the boy and threw him to the people behind him to take care of him. "There is more than one human-faced eagle under this crack in the ice. They are activated by the blood. Move forward at full speed and leave the range of this crack!"

"Damn it! How could there be a human-faced eagle here? The route we planned clearly does not include their territory!" The man returned to the front of the team and put away his scimitar.

The team's speed increased, but as they advanced in the wind and snow, their speed was still limited.

"It may be because of the coronation ceremony." The old woman narrowed her eyes. "The coronation ceremony changed the ecology of the entire Far North. It is not surprising that these monsters would move their territories. Speaking of which, I remember that the boy was a grasslander, and his father was a Canglang who once followed the wolf king Zhuonosali. However, he began to condense the Yang God when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. Even such a genius almost got into trouble in the ice field?"

"In this ice field, no matter how powerful a creature is, it is no different from an ordinary person." The man shook his head. "The coronation ceremony has sealed the spiritual veins of the entire ice field. Except for the creatures that originally belong to the ice field, outsiders like us are like ants!"

"When we set out on the pilgrimage, we already understood that this is the price of the pilgrimage." The old woman murmured.

"Since the end of the rising era 50 million years ago, Jiuzhou has not had a coronation ceremony. This is a chance to ascend to heaven in one step! During this coronation ceremony, the dragon veins under the entire ice field will become active, and a large number of ancient and powerful mediums will be born, which can make ordinary people become ancestors and make ancestors become saints!"

"All living things in Jiuzhou... and even the entire universe are moving and heading here. This is an tacitly permitted pilgrimage route, and all living beings are pilgrims." The old woman's eyes were deep.

"We have walked out of the ice crack." The man looked behind the team. The human-faced eagle stopped in the snow and did not catch up. "It really matches the habits we learned. This kind of creature will not leave its territory."

"Something's wrong!" The man frowned. He saw that the human-faced eagle was still approaching the team. Several strong men in the back had already picked up their weapons, but they flapped their wings and hovered without attacking. They were hesitating, as if they were afraid of something in front of them.

The man's pupils shrank sharply, and he reacted immediately. He turned his head and looked at the vast snow in front of the team. "The human-faced eagle is a powerful beast. This strange behavior can only mean that we have entered the territory of another more powerful and ferocious creature!"

The huge snow wolf under the old woman's seat soon proved the man's judgment correct. The snow wolf began to get restless, and the five snow wolves in the team also began to growl and dig up snow dust with their claws.

"It's too late to turn!" the man said in a deep voice.

Saliva oozed from the snow wolf's fangs, condensing into ice in the severe cold. The veins on the back of the man's hand holding the knife bulged, and the blade cut through the snowflakes that were coming towards him. The crisp sound of ice crystals exploding on the blade was like some kind of ominous sign.

The wind tore open the cracks.

Thirty steps ahead, the curtain woven by the blizzard suddenly faded, revealing a hide tent made of the ribs of a giant beast. In front of the tent, a warm orange-yellow flame burned in a hideous skull, and the flames licked a kind of crystal-clear fat.

In the shadow of the tent sat a young man.

The flames outlined him.

He was wrapped in a blue-gray cloak, the lapels of which were woven into a string of sharp teeth, reflecting a cold light like a glacier as it rose and fell with his breathing.

When the team led by the man broke into the camp, the young man was carving the corpse of a human-faced eagle with an ice knife. As his wrist with distinct knuckles turned, the broken pieces of flesh fell into the fire, causing the flames to leap up violently.

The wolves were startled and let out a warning howl.

The young man raised his head, revealing a pair of strange golden lotus eyes under his quietly drooping hair.

The man's breathing almost stopped.

The lotus pattern in the golden pupils was spinning, and each petal was stretching and curling like a living thing. The blizzard in the northern plains hit the tent and then melted strangely five steps away, as if an invisible barrier was distorting the space. This clearly sent out a faint spell fluctuation, but in the ice field, no spell should be able to cause waves.

"It's not magic, it's a kind of ghost power." The old woman recognized that the barrier in the wind and snow came from the palm of an ancient ghost.

"Ghosts and gods?" The man was surprised. This name was too ancient and few people remembered it. However, the Five Immortals Family in Daxinganling happened to be one of the few families who knew the secrets of ghosts and gods.

"Are you a witch?" The old woman's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against ice. The front paws of the giant wolf under her were deeply embedded in the snow.

The young man put down his skates with a smile.

"Stop."

His voice was very soft, but it made the six snow wolves crouch down at the same time.

There was a commotion at the back of the team. The rescued boy Wushanuo suddenly fell to his knees, and complex characters appeared on his exposed skin. The characters were crawling along his blood vessels toward his heart. The man felt dizzy just by staring at the characters.

"What did you do?" The man held his sword in front of him and looked at the young man warily.

The young man turned his golden pupils and said, "Save you."

The body of the young man Wu Shanuo suddenly exploded, and a loud explosion sounded in the flying scarlet flesh and white intestines! The man brushed away the blood on his face and saw a pale face staring at him, with a slender neck covered with feathers below the face. The moment they looked at each other, the man's hair stood on end, and a chill rushed from his spine to his brain!

"Human-faced eagle!" The man swung his long sword, but a huge force came from his wrist, and the scimitar was easily caught and suppressed by the claws of the human-faced eagle. Seeing another iron claw coming, the man decisively abandoned the long sword and retreated backwards, but the human-faced eagle flapped its wings, and the man fell to the ground in the flying snow dust.

"I've never seen such a human-faced eagle!" The old woman was also shocked.

The team fell into chaos, and the human-faced eagle raised its wings and was about to tear the man to pieces with its sharp claws. Several strong men stepped forward, but were knocked away before they could get close. They fell to the ground with sunken chests and coughed up blood.

"It's easy to get blood food by using camouflage to blend into a team like yours. I've seen many pilgrims who died in the snow along the way." The young man stood up, and the invisible barrier covering the camp squirmed for a moment. The old woman found that the wind and snow outlined an invisible arm that stretched across. For an instant, people were stunned, and the wind and snow stopped above their heads.

The human-faced eagle screamed, and the next moment it was crushed into pieces of meat by a transparent hand.

The man stood up, leaning on his long sword, and was dazed for a moment.

"You..." The old woman's body swayed and she almost fell off the snow wolf's back. Seeing this scene, she did not feel any kind of excitement, but was instead shrouded in a huge unknown fear.

Able to ignore the ghost and god powers manifested in the coronation ceremony.

A witch in the snowy plains.

But in the present Kyushu world...when did witches appear?