The cold fruit uses cold as nutrients, and the feeling of holding it in your hand is naturally cold, but Feng Xiaohan felt a little warmth from it and then made this decision.

I don't know what kind of response a decision I'm making will cause in the future.

But one thing is certain - the direction of history is often determined by the thoughts of small people who burst out by chance.

There are too many examples in the world that prove this.

For example, this scene will be remembered by future scholars. This young man named Feng Xiaohan taught human practice skills to the fairy beasts of the Snow Ghost Clan, and from then on, he overturned the traditional way of monsters relying solely on natural growth to awaken bloodline power.

Countless years later, the demon clan rose strongly to compete with humans...

Whether Feng Xiaohan's move has had a good or bad impact on Chengtian Continent needs to be verified by time and the thinking of people in future generations.

At this moment, Xue Gui was thinking about going to Changming, would there be meat to eat?

Feng Xiaohan said seriously: "You can eat whatever you want, and you will be full."

The snow ghost's eyes emitted a radiant gleam, and he said with a heavy emphasis: "Since that's the case, I'll do it."

Before coming to the Cliff of Life and Death, Feng Xiaohan never considered whether to take it away. At that time, he just wanted to stabilize the snow ghost and let it help find what he was looking for.

Now Feng Xiaohan has found what he wants, and the snow ghost has not abandoned him, so he cannot abandon the snow ghost.

Therefore, he planned to take the snow ghost out of this ghost place.

So, the third foodie in the history of Changmingzong went up the mountain like this...

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Chen Yingxiong looked at the aunt walking in front of him panting and asked, "Where are we going?"

They had been walking in Hanshan for a long time and had long seen the valley filled with red mist.

Chen Yingxiong walked into the valley to inquire, and then told her that the place was occupied by the powerful men from the Demon Sect. Then the two of them continued to set off in fear.

When Meng'er heard this, she looked up at the hill in the distance and naturally thought of ink painting.

Painting is ranked fourth in the ten arts of literati. Ink paintings in ancient and modern times outline countless mountains, rivers and rivers. At this moment, the moonlight is like water falling on the mountains, forming a black and white scroll, but the sky is painted with ink, while the ground is white paper.

There is a white place above the ink, and there is the moon.

This black and white scroll has a strange beauty, especially the thrilling feeling under the snow.

Meng'er was wearing a fur coat, while Chen Yingxiong was wearing a cloak, which was made from monster skin not long ago.

She didn't answer this question, just as he didn't answer that day why she could walk out of Akame Izumi alive.

Meng'er did not suspect that this guy had collusion with the Demon Sect because he didn't have the courage and just thought that he had some unique skills like a Muggle.

She glanced at the dragon bones on the mountain not far away, was silent for a moment, and then continued to walk north.

She didn't know where she should go, as if she was looking for someone in the vast snow-capped mountains, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Bada Shanren hid in the night breeze in the distance, followed the two silently, watching the saint of the grassland and the boy experience Hanshan together.

The old man in white was a little relieved. Who else could enter Hanshan so deep in the collapsed state? Those so-called experiences did not even dare to enter the 300-mile radius.

The others were a little worried because they sensed a powerful aura near Akagu, and they were obviously people in the demonic path. The legendary Akame Spring actually fell into the hands of the Demon Sect, which may be a major event related to the future battle between the righteous and the demons.

The old man in red didn't care at all. According to his statement, there were five saints in the Central Plains human race, and the most guardian of Chigu was the Lingxiao realm. When he went back, he would ask the Saint Saint to ask a few fellow Taoists to snatch them.

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Further north of the Cliff of Life and Death, a cold fruit tree grows in an inconspicuous foothill, but there is no monster within a hundred miles. It is obviously afraid of some things or people in the forest.

A divine thought fell here from afar, and then three long roars shook the snow on the mountain, overturned many cold fruit trees, revealing three deep caves.

Black smoke blew out of the hole and spread around, like someone burning fire inside.

These smokes are as thick as ink, and are obviously not common smoke from cooking, but the demonic energy produced by demon disciples when they practice demon skills.

That day, thousands of nights were in front of the gate of Wangyue Pavilion, and dark clouds gathered all over the sky to cover the sky light, as if the night was coming. The dark clouds that appeared out of thin air were his demonic energy.

People in the Demonic Way call it Demonic Breath.

People who can cultivate demonic breathing are very not simple, at least they are people above the realm of Breaking the Void.

The three men in black looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

The Demon Lord had a command to go to the south of the Cliff of Life and Death to intercept Feng Xiaohan, a disciple of Changming Sect.

The three of them saluted to the north at the same time and said in unison: "Disciple receives the order."

Then the three of them unfolded their body movements and headed towards the southwest, which was the closest way to bypass the cliff of Life and Death.

Their speed was very fast, and the three long robes turned into straight lines until they turned into light smoke and left in the dust.

"Why are the people from Changmingzong here?"

On the way, the person on the left asked, "It seems that he is still going deep into Hanshan."

The man on the right hand said, "Since he is a disciple of Changming rather than an elder, he thinks he is just a general or even a young man. Why do you let the three of us kill together?"

The man in the middle was tall, and even with such rapid breathing, he was very calm. He was full of mysterious aura. He was obviously the strongest and was the leader of the three.

"We will do what Lord Demon Lord told me."

He spoke slowly, so his voice sounded a little lazy, and he said, "Since we need to kill together, it proves that it is difficult or necessary to kill him."

The four words "Changming Disciple" sound very weak. It does not mean that Changming Sect is not strong enough, but rather that if this disciple is really strong, how could he be just a disciple?

The person on the left was a little excited and said, "I have been in seclusion for so long, and I can finally come out to kill and kill people."

The man on the right laughed strangely and said, "You killed him last time when you went out. This time it was my turn. Don't rob him. I'll kill him slowly!"

The man on the left shook his head and said, "You are just a pervert. You need to be happy to kill people, but you are like a woman."

The person on the right was not angry, but laughed and said, "So what? What I enjoyed is the process. Your killing method is too rough and not delicate enough. In the future, I am afraid that you will suffer in the details."

The man was about to refute, when the tall man in the middle suddenly spoke, "Don't fight, hurry up and hurry up. If the disciple Changming arrived at Chigu, he was intercepted by the second elder, you would not be able to kill anyone."

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Ji Xiaolan left the cliff and looked northward. That glance was actually sending a message to the Demon Lord to explain what happened here.

The contemporary Demon Lord has been sainted for many years, and is a top-notch person even at the saint level. There is no doubt that one of the strongest existences in Chengtian Continent is one of the strongest beings. Of course, he understands what such a fate means.

That's why these three masters were sent.

After giving this order, the Demon Lord himself secretly left the human world and saw Zhujiu somewhere in the wilderness. Ye Tingfeng was napping at the time and was too lazy to care about them.

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Feng Xiaohan didn't know that three terrifying demon masters were coming to kill him, so he led Xue Gui all the way south to practice and transform spirits together, cross mountains and kill beasts when encountering beasts. Under his guidance, Xue Gui learned very quickly, and believed that he would become a qualified hunter if he passed.

At this time, three teams were moving between thousands of miles of Hanshan Mountain.

Meng'er took Chen Yingxiong and Bada Shanren hiding in the dark and headed straight north.

Feng Xiaohan and Xuegui go south and return to the mountain,

Three masters of the Demon Sect came day and night around the cliff of life and death.

Mo Qiu sat on the rock on the top of the mountain, comforting the golden eagle on his arm. For some reason, it was a little uneasy.

It seems that there is wind and snow brewing in Hanshan!
Chapter completed!