Chapter 325.
White Fur Peak.
The thick snow turned into frost and covered the steep mountain walls, and the gusty wind swept over the peak cliffs with sharp ice blades, cutting a deep trail on the hard rock.
Fifteen hundred feet from the ground, the harsh environment was unimaginable to the average person.
A low level cultivator or an innate martial artist would never last a tea break when they arrived here!
Against the raging wind and snow, Wang Chen’s gaze looked ahead.
However, the visibility around him was no more than twenty paces, and as far as the eye could see, it was all white.
The temperature here had dropped to a terrifying degree, and the omnipresent frosty cold force was a great test for anyone attempting to climb over the White Hair Peak.
However, Wang Chen’s body seemed like an oven, with endless heat radiating upwards through his skin, forming an invisible barrier on his body surface, isolating the icy wind and snow blades.
A piece of ice blade as thin as a cicada’s wing impacted on Wang Chuan’s body at high speed and instantly turned into pieces.
The Heavenly Dragon Vajra Orthodox Technique that he had practiced for a long time with great diligence was stimulated to a powerful potential in such a special environment.
However, Li Qingxi, who was following behind Wang Duan, did not have such strong body refining prowess, and she held up the Green Yang Umbrella, using the power of this top-tier magic weapon to block the icy cold force.
The environment at the height of White Hair Peak was even more harsh, but looking at Wang Chen, who was as towering as a mountain in front of her, her heart was filled with a sense of security.
The two of them, one after the other, step by step, firmly moved forward towards the ridge.
White Hair Peak was three thousand feet high, but the ridges on both sides of the main peak were only about two thousand feet, making it relatively easy to climb over.
After climbing upwards for a hundred or so feet, the wind and snow suddenly became smaller, and the white mist that haunted the peak dispersed quite a bit.
Through the gaps in the clouds, one could already see the blue sky.
The surrounding situation seemed to have gotten better.
It was at this time that Wang Dust suddenly realized that a figure appeared in the right direction.
It was a few hundred paces away.
“Fellow Daoist help!”
The other party was a middle-aged cultivator, and at the same time that Wang Chuan saw him, he also spotted Wang Chuan and Li Qingxi, immediately letting out a surprised shout, “Save me!”
And he swept towards where the two were!
Wang Chuan’s gaze instantly turned cold.
Because behind the middle-aged cultivator, there were a dozen or so long-haired monsters that looked like humans and not humans, and demons and not demons, running and skimming like flies on the snow on their hands and feet, their pairs of scarlet eyes transmitting a bloodthirsty light!
White-haired Ice Demon!
Wang Chen recalled what cultivator Xu had once mentioned, a kind of monster that inhabited the White Fur Peak.
This kind of monster had infinite strength, excelled in melee combat, and had thick skin that was not afraid of ordinary spells, especially for ice and water phased spells, their resistance was extremely strong.
The most frightening thing is that the white-haired ice golem lives in a group, and if you mess with one, it will run out of a large nest.
This middle-aged cultivator was obviously unlucky enough to run into a white-haired ice golem, and then was chased by the latter all the way.
Now seeing Wang dust two people, as if fishing for a life straw, obviously want to lead the water east.
With his mind racing, Wang Chuan stood still.
Waiting for the distance between that middle-aged cultivator and himself to shorten to less than a hundred paces, he suddenly clenched his claws and grabbed out into the air towards the other party.
“Set!”
The middle-aged cultivator who was flying through the snow was shaken, feeling that his entire body was enveloped by an invisible force, and the operation of the mana in his body was severely disturbed.
He stumbled and almost fell onto the snow.
“Fixation Technique!”
The middle-aged cultivator revealed a look of resentment and struggled to push his mana to break free.
A Qi Practitioner level Fixation Technique was nothing to him, a Beginner Purple House, and he had been caught off guard just now.
But the next moment, a brilliant sword light shot through the wind and snow, its speed was so fast that it was unimaginable.
The middle-aged cultivator was immediately startled, and hastily sacrificed a turtle shield spiritual weapon to protect in front of his body.
Seeing the flying sword is about to collide with the turtle shield face to face, suddenly upward, disappeared in the sky wind and snow.
Only then did the rolling thunder sound enter the middle-aged cultivator’s ears.
Thunder sound sword qi!
The middle-aged cultivator couldn’t help but have his heart and guts split, realizing that he had made a big mistake.
He had tried to take Wang Chen and the two of them to block the disaster, but he hadn’t realized that Wang Chen was a sword cultivator who had cultivated the Thunder Sound Sword Qi and had gained insight into his own calculations.
This was great, he had another powerful enemy!
The middle-aged cultivator was too late to regret, as the two ice golems had already pounced behind him, extending their sharp claws towards his back and grabbing fiercely.
The claws were curved like daggers and flashed with a metal-like light!
The middle-aged cultivator sensed the danger and immediately turned around to drive the turtle shield to protect himself.
Bang! Bang!
This spiritual artifact of the middle-aged cultivator had a high defense, and it hardened itself to block the ferocious attacks of the two ice golems.
Then more white-haired ice golems swarmed in, leaping up unexpectedly, or crouching down to accelerate their charge.
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged cultivator was drowned out!
The sounds of collision, roaring, and hissing rose and fell, making one’s heart palpitate as one listened!
As for Wang Chen at this moment, he took a step back and pulled Li Qingxi.
A Shrinking Earth moved out tens of steps away.
Because of the fact that he was carrying a person, coupled with the special environment on the White Hair Peak, even if his Ground Shrinking Inch had already been cultivated to the level of the Great Perfection, the distance he moved was still very short.
And it consumed a lot of mana.
After Wang Chen had performed Earth Shrinking into Inch five times in a row, one fifth of his dantian mana was missing!
The last time he moved, he took Li Qingxi and hid behind a mountain rock.
Embracing Li Qingxi into his arms, Wang Chen shook his hand and threw out a white velvet blanket to wrap the two of them.
He stimulated the Hidden God Technique to collect his own aura.
Without the need for Wang Chen’s reminder, while being covered by the velvet blanket, Li Qingxi also added the Hidden God Technique to herself.
In just a few moments, countless fine ice needles appeared on the surface of the velvet blanket.
It blended perfectly with the surroundings.
At this point, the ice golems had already torn the middle-aged cultivator into pieces, some of them greedily nibbled on the fresh flesh and blood, while others searched for new targets.
Earlier, they had also sensed the presence of Wang Dust’s two men.
However, after searching around the neighborhood, the ice golems didn’t find anything.
The leader of the ice golems growled a few times in annoyance and left with his men unhappily.
The wind and snow slowly began to get stronger, and the bloodstains and pieces of corpses scattered on the snowy ground were quickly covered by frost.
After half an incense stick of time, the previous group of ice golems suddenly reappeared.
They spread out and searched again.
There was nothing to be found.
The ice golem leader was very unhappy about this, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only leave again.
This time they were really gone.
After another incense stick of time, Wang Chuan and Li Qingxi appeared at the spot where the middle-aged cultivator had perished.
Wang Dust swept his gaze and his divine sense unfolded.
Immediately after that, Wang Dust rummaged under the ice and snow and pulled out a storage bag, as well as a small tortoise armor shield.
Satisfied, he said to Li Qingxi, “Let’s go.”