I knew that Selangor was chaotic and evil cultivators were infested, but Fang Yuan didn't expect that Selangor would be chaotic to this extent, if these people were just robbing a way and grabbing something, but a little punishment would be enough, but he didn't expect these people to be so ferocious, they wanted to rob the Jindan Divine Soul and sell it, but this was not something he could tolerate, even if he apologized for breaking his word, he would kill them.

As a result, on the ruins of the Imperial Sword Sect, a faint sword light flashed, and the snow marks of the Dao Dao gradually subsided after a few sounds.

Fang Yuan walked out of the ruins, stepping on the snow without a trace, secretly pondering in his heart.

"The Imperial Sword Sect was destroyed due to the news of the Lifeless Sword Shrine, so is the existence of this Sword Shrine real?"

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart, could it be that in the Langya Pavilion, he saw the chaotic line on the last page of the Sword Sutra, but it was not a ghost drawing, but a map leading to the land of the lifeless sword mound?

The traces of the Dao on the map slowly flashed in his mind, and Fang Yuan's heart sank slightly......

If he hadn't thought about it before, it would have been fine, but now that he has this idea in his heart, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that there is a lot of article in those strange lines, because he has firmly remembered those lines in his mind, and now that he thinks about it, he faintly feels that those lines are faintly consistent with some topographic maps of Selangor and even the snow fields that he has seen during this time......

This made him unable to continue to be calm......

The Third Sword Demon, what a character that is!

If this lifeless sword mound is really the place where his bones are buried, how precious is it?

For this peerless powerhouse who existed before the Five Tribulations, who wouldn't salivate over his inheritance?

What made Fang Yuan's thoughts even more far-reaching was that if that Imperial Sword Sect swordsman had really entered the Lifeless Sword Shrine, and after coming out, the sword path had greatly advanced, then the whimsical ideas he had left on the Nameless Sword Sutra and all kinds of incredible methods of performing martial arts were not his own fantasies out of thin air, but left over from the inheritance of the Third Sword Demon?

If this is the case, then it may be necessary for you to go deep into the snowfield......

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While thinking like this, Fang Yuan had already slowly walked back to the side of the magic boat.

At this time, on the Dharma Boat, the guide monk hired by Fang Yuan was waiting eagerly, full of anticipation, according to the rules, he attracted such a Jindan monk who seemed to be worth a lot of money, which could also share a lot of benefits, but the strange thing is that a long time has passed, and Boss Cao's group has not yet sent a signal to come, but it makes him anxious to wait.

Then, just as he was waiting impatiently, he saw a shadow coming from the snow in the distance.

The man was slender, dressed in a green robe, and seemed to be slowing down, and he swept back lightly.

"He's not dead?"

The guiding monk was taken aback, and without thinking about it, he took up a magic weapon, turned around and fled.

But while frowning and thinking about some questions, the green-robed monk raised his hand slightly, and a wicker strip about a hundred zhang long, with some thunder light wrapped around it, rushed over, tied his magic weapon, and pulled it back......

The monk was so cold that he fell to his knees, not daring to move.

Fang Yuan walked back to the Dharma Boat, then took a Dharma Scroll and gently drew on it, ignoring the guiding monk.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "What are you waiting for, come up and drive the Imperial Boat!"

The guiding monk was stunned for a moment, looking up at Fang Yuan in disbelief.

After a long time, he reacted and said, "Immortal Master...... Where do you want to go?"

Fang Yuan raised his hand and pointed, "All the way north!"

The guiding monk jumped up hurriedly, nodded and said, "Okay, good, the villain knows!"

Looking at his gentle and honest appearance, but with a fierce light hidden in his eyes, Fang Yuan couldn't help but think about another question.

It's too chaotic here in Selangor, it's just lawless, setting up an ambush, kidnapping people's souls, and then selling them to evil cultivators at a high price, this is simply unimaginable evil, not to mention in Zhongzhou, even in remote Yunzhou, Yinshan Sect and other bottomless existences, they don't dare to do such things, it's hard to imagine what will happen after crossing the snow line and entering the snow field.

And in the face of this chaos, I have to think of some ways to deal with it......

After reading books in Langya Pavilion for a few years, Fang Yuan's knowledge has greatly improved, and he has also considered life and work more thoroughly......

Although he is a reasonable reader, is it useful to be reasonable in such a chaotic place?

If reasoning is useless, then you can only be a more unreasonable person!

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On the edge of Selangor, there is the snow line.

After crossing the snow line, you will enter the vast snowfield.

If it is said that in the land of Selangor, because of the existence of the sword washing pool, you can still talk about some rules, then after crossing the snow line, it really becomes a lawless land with a harsh environment, here, everywhere is a cold and fierce ice and snow, that is, rocks, can also be frozen into cracks, even ice, can also be blown out by the wind, it can be called a grass without grass, like a white hell.

However, no matter how harsh the environment is, it can't stop the practitioners' pace.

Even in the ice and snow that can freeze people to death, there are traces of cultivators.

They are willing to fight snow beasts here and be baptized by the ice and snow.

Generally speaking, there are three types of people.

One kind of person is the evil cultivator, they are not allowed in Kyushu, and they can only seek living space here.

One kind of person is an ascetic, and what they pursue is such a harsh environment, sharpening their Dao mind, and pursuing progress.

The last type of person is the treasure hunter.

On the snowfield, although it is difficult to survive, there are countless natural treasures that can only grow in this environment, every time you find one, you can sell it for a sky-high price, and those snow beasts that are dormant in the ice and snow, extremely dangerous, and often want people's lives, are also a kind of treasure, full of treasures, every time you kill one, flesh and blood, you can sell it for a very high price.

In addition, on the snowfield, there are also endless legends, it is said that there are many overhauls, before the sitting, will come to the snowfield, by the cold of the world, their own body sealed, looking forward to one day to wake up, and their inheritance, will also remain in the snowfield, but if you find one, that is to hit the luck, from then on to rise, it is not a fantasy.

It is precisely because of this that on this vast snowfield, there are no traces of human existence at all.

From the frosty sky across the snow line, all the way to the north, there is a gentler road.

This road is walked out by countless cultivators, it is a rare road on this snowfield, and at the end of this road, is Wuxue Mountain, under this towering mountain, and the first line of heaven and earth, there is an inn, this inn is not big, but it is the only inn within a radius of 10,000 miles, so the people on this snowfield, whether it is an evil cultivator, or an ascetic, or a treasure hunter, will take this place as their own place to rest, in the vast sea of snow, looking for a line of comfort.

At this time, the door of this inn was being pushed open by a person who looked thin and shriveled, and the raging wind and snow outside immediately poured into it frantically, and this thin figure fell to the ground, as if he had exhausted his strength, and could not get up for a long time.

"Fuck, it's snowy again, close the door!"

Inside the inn, on dozens of large wooden tables, there were many people eating and drinking, and they immediately started scolding.

The thin figure lying on the ground took a few breaths before he got up and closed the door, but at this time, the shopkeeper in the inn, a high-level monk who built a foundation, had already run over with a curse, shut the wind and snow out of the door, and then kicked the person who was lying on the ground, and scolded angrily: "A person like Hanako has not died on the Tianshan Mountain!"

The thin figure climbed up, and it was found that although there was a lot of dirt on her face, she was actually a woman with beautiful facial features, but her face was dirty, her lips were chapped, and her face was frostbitten, which really hid a lot of her charm.

After being kicked by the shopkeeper, she was silent, just silently got up and slowly walked towards an empty table.

Before she could sit down, the shopkeeper pushed her and said, "Is this where you are sitting?"

The thin woman pursed her lips, as if she was used to it, so she silently walked to a small clay table near the corner, pulled a small corner stool and put it under her buttocks, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want a pot of ice grass stuffed and three catties of snow mutton!"

The shopkeeper looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, one hundred taels of spirit spirits!"

The thin woman raised her head a little puzzled, and said, "Didn't you only need thirty taels of spirit spirits before?"

The shopkeeper sneered: "It's this price now, don't get out!"

The thin woman was silent for a while, touched her Qiankun bag, her face looked a little gloomy, and after a while, she was ruthless, and put a treasure medicine with white body and red leaves on the mud case, and said: "My money is not enough, but this snow ginseng was snatched from the mouth of a snow python, it should be worth three hundred taels of spirit essence, you need to find and give me two hundred ......taels back."

"How lucky are you?"

The shopkeeper glanced at her with some surprise, took the snow ginseng, and sneered: "It's worth your meal!"

The thin woman hurriedly said: "This is worth three hundred spirit spirits......

The shopkeeper sneered: "If it is in Kyushu, this is worth three thousand taels of spirit essence, but in the snow field, it is worth three catties of snow mutton!"

The thin woman seemed to have some anger faintly, looked up at the shopkeeper, and was silent.

The shopkeeper just looked at her condescendingly and proudly.

The surrounding diners, at this time, also stopped and looked at her with a smile.

In the end, the thin woman nodded and compromised: "The wine should be more mellow, and the snow mutton should be fatter!"

The shopkeeper sneered, took the snow ginseng and left.

"Smack"

After a while, a dirty iron plate and a shriveled wine jug were thrown in front of the woman.

Half of the wine was spilled out at once, and the liquor was only slightly blue, obviously mixed with a lot of water.

And the plate of meat is even more fragmented, clearly less than three catties, and there are a lot of bone residues mixed in it, sticky and sticky, not to mention not fat, not even fresh snow mutton, but after other diners eat the leftovers, mixed together.

The thin woman looked at the plate of pig-like meat and was silent for a long time.

Then she began to stuff the meat into her mouth vigorously, munching on it as if she were gobbling it up.

The surrounding diners laughed when they saw it: "How can there be such a pig and dog-like person?"