Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 1513 (One Thousand Five Hundred and Thirteen) Eight Trees

Wu Xunsheng touched an arrow-shaped pattern with his hand. This time, the thick branch that had moved closer to the other dead tree actually stretched towards another white dead tree. When it stopped, it was about to touch the other tree.

He was secretly happy: "Great! This way I can go to another tree first, then touch the pattern on the other tree, and let the branches of the other tree reach the third tree... In this way, after a while, I can bypass the area covered with red snow above.

So he immediately used his martial arts and jumped onto the second tree. When he arrived, he immediately touched the palm-shaped pattern on the second tree with his palm. He immediately felt that the tree was no longer as slippery as before he touched the palm-shaped pattern. Moreover, he no longer felt that the second tree had a force to push him away.

At this time, he hugged the tree tightly with one hand and touched the "one" pattern with the other hand, and the angle of the second dead tree began to change.

When the angle of the second dead tree stopped changing, one of its thick branches was already closer to the third dead tree in front.

Wu Xunsheng touched the arrow-shaped pattern on the second tree with his hand. This time, the thick branch that became closer to the third dead tree in front stretched towards the third white dead tree. When it stopped, it was almost touching the third tree.

Wu Xunsheng jumped onto the third tree, hugged it tightly, then touched the palm-shaped pattern on the third tree, and then touched the "one"-shaped pattern, and the angle of the third tree changed.

When the angle of the third tree stopped changing, one of the thick branches of the third dead tree was already closer to the fourth dead tree in front.

At this time, Wu Xunsheng touched the arrow-shaped pattern on the third tree with his hand. The thick branch that became closer to the fourth dead tree in front stretched towards the fourth white dead tree in front. When it stopped, it was about to touch the fourth tree.

Wu Xunsheng jumped onto the fourth tree, hugged it tightly, and pressed the hand-shaped pattern on the fourth tree with his palm... In this way, he jumped onto the fifth tree, the sixth tree, and the seventh tree...

He felt more and more that he was running out of strength, but it was really dangerous down there, so he had to persevere no matter what.

Whenever he felt really tired, he would suddenly think of Tie Hongyan, think of her lying in bed in unbearable pain, and think of the fact that he had to get the Xuehan Grass to relieve her pain, and then he would grit his teeth and persevere.

Leaping onto the eighth dead tree, he touched the palm-shaped pattern with his palm and hugged the tree tightly.

After he touched the "I"-shaped pattern, the angle of the eighth tree began to change.

Just when the angle stopped changing, one of the thick branches of the eighth dead tree actually moved closer to the cliff in front.

Wu Xunsheng thought: Why didn't the branches of this tree get closer to the ninth tree in front? Could it be that it was trying to lead me to the cliff? I really wanted to go to the cliff, but was there still red snow on it? How could I tell? If there was red snow and I went up, wouldn't it still be dangerous?
At this time, Wu Xunsheng touched the arrow-shaped pattern on the eighth tree.

The thick branch of the eighth tree, which became closer to the cliff, stretched toward the top of the cliff. When it stopped, it had already reached the top of the cliff.

(End of this chapter)