The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 170: Close the door

On the boundless barren grassland, the wind is bitter and the snow is flying.

Rao is approaching dusk, the sky and the earth are still plain white, and it doesn't look so dim.

This is the wild desert next to Qintian County. After passing this desert, you are considered to enter Qintian County.

The warriors of the empire are used to call them Mobei.

Perhaps the location of Qin Tian County is too good, it has overcome the Feng Shui luck of the entire Great Qin Empire, and has absorbed the aura of this place.

There is no spring and autumn in Mobei. In summer, the sky is full of yellow sand and dust is everywhere.

Winter is white snow, and the wind is bitter.

People who come from the north want to go to the imperial capital, they will inevitably set foot on the desert of Mobei.

At this moment, a teenager vaguely walked out in the rash wind and snow. He led the horse and walked slowly, with a blue and white gown on his body, very neat and tidy, with no signs of snow.

It's just a little tired, and his thin clothes also worry about his body.

Innate martial artist, can withstand the severe cold with Ling Yuan.

The snow in Mobei, which is most of the winter at a time, has a profound spiritual essence and cannot last for the long term.

Can you stop it for three or five days, or two or three months?

The young man ignored him, his handsome face, in the icy snow and cold wind, looked extremely cold, adding a lot of sharpness.

Needless to say, the boy is naturally Lin Yun.

After bidding farewell to Ming Ye, he rushed along the official road to the capital of the Great Qin Emperor.

It took two months to travel through dozens of big counties and arrive at this snowy Mobei.

The winter in Mobei came much earlier than the imperial capital.

Calculating the time, in half a month, you can enter Qintian County and go to the imperial capital.

At that time, the imperial capital should be just in the winter, and the feather-like snow should float up to welcome the young leaders from all over the empire.

In the past two months, apart from hurrying and practicing.

Lin Yun's time has been spent thinking about the ancient slips that have written years like fire.

150,000 Xiantian Pills were almost exhausted by him, and there are less than 10,000 remaining.

With the accumulation of so many resources, Zi Kite Sword Art finally broke through the four levels and reached the astonishing fifth level.

The burning purple iris flower will open a full thirty petals when it blooms.

The slender lines, smart lace, and burning purple inflammation make this purple iris flower amazingly beautiful.

The seemingly feminine appearance contains a mountain-like vigorous spirit. Now it is more and more difficult to make this purple iris flower turn.

But once it moved, the condensed sword glow possessed the terrible power of Lin Yun's heart palpitations.

The cultivation base has not changed, but Lin Yun's strength has increased by at least 30%.

But the real horror is the blood dragon horse.

These two goods have devoured the ancient demon pill that Lin Yun left for it, and their cultivation base has advanced by leaps and bounds.

The seven congenital orifices that are shocking to the sky, the unicorn at the center of the eyebrows, have become more and more obvious.

It can only be said that this guy's bloodline talent is too strong. If Lin Yun could have this bone, his cultivation would have reached the two holes long ago.

Flying snow keeps on, one person and one horse, and the footprints left by them are quickly covered.

The sky was completely dark without going too far.

Woo~Woo~Woo~

The night in Mobei is very dangerous, and monsters cry from time to time in the wind and snow. It seems to be far away, and it seems to be very close, which is even more chilling than this cold night.

Lin Yun tightened his clothes tightly, and the look on his face became more cautious.

The desert of Mobei is absolutely safe during the day, but at night... it's quite different.

Suddenly, Lin Yun paused and stopped.

Not far away, there is a half-covered corpse lying in the snow.

Most of the body was buried in the snow, motionless.

After setting foot on Mobei, Lin Yun saw many corpses in the snow.

Some were frozen to death, some were leftover by monsters, and some died in the hands of casual cultivators...The Mobei Wasteland has never been a peaceful place. The environment is harsh, the monsters are fierce, and the human heart is more terrifying than the two.

As soon as I entered Qintian County, it was peaceful.

There are gatherings of sects, wealthy clans, and royal army patrols. Such incidents will never happen.

It's a pity to die in this desert in Mobei.

Lin Yun shook his head slightly, led the blood dragon horse, and continued to walk forward.

But when I was about to leave, I found that the man's finger seemed to move.

Frowning slightly, Lin Yun thoughtfully, raising his hand, a ray of sword light flicked out.

Shit!

The sharp sword light made a piercing sound in the wind and snow, and shot towards the corpse.

The place where the sword light entered the corpse, almost rubbed the opponent's body, and can penetrate directly in a little bit.

The body that could be buried by the heavy snow, but still motionless.

Without hesitation, Lin Yun took a few steps forward and wiped the snow off the opponent. A slightly immature face was revealed, his face was pale, his breathing was steady, not like a dead person.

Look at the appearance, but he is younger than himself at the age of fourteen or five.

Frozen? Still tired?

I don't know whether it was the former or the latter. Lin Yun threw the opponent on the back of the blood dragon horse and continued on.

Half an hour later, a dilapidated temple appeared in Lin Yun's eyes.

The broken temple wall seemed to collapse at any time in the storm and snow.

Desolate mountains and snow, an abrupt temple.

If it were normal, Lin Yun would never go in. He had a thunder flame fighting body beside him. Even in this Mobei snowfield, blowing for half a month, there will be no big problem.

I looked at the young man on the horse, and after hesitating for a while, Lin Yun led the horse in.

In the ruined temple, the space is not small, with damp thatch everywhere.

The Buddhism King Kong enshrined on the main seat, the gold paint has been peeled off, and there are some spider webs on the top of the head.

Sloshing!

The cold wind blew the temple gate, and a lot of wind and snow poured in, causing the body that had just warmed up to tremble all over.

"Close the door."

The sound that rang without warning made Lin Yun stunned for a moment, but he still said and did.

Lighting the joss stick in front of the hall, Lin Yun discovered that it was in the corner of the ruined temple.

A bald-headed monk with a clean brow, holding a Buddhist bead, is knocking on the wooden fish.

Since the wind and snow were too great, I didn't hear the sound of wooden fish.

Stuffing the blood dragon horse inside, Lin Yun put the boy on the horse back down.

Taking materials from the spot and lighting a bonfire, the temple suddenly became warm.

Everything he did, the monk didn't seem to see it. He didn't listen and asked, half-closed his eyes, knocking on the wooden fish.

The youth on the ground gradually turned red, and soon opened his eyes, yawned, and stretched again.

It turned out as if he had just woke up, looked around, then looked at Lin Yun.

The young man smiled and said: "It's rare, I was picked up by someone. My name is Li Wuyou, what is your name, brother?"

The eldest brother's call was quite smooth, and I don't know if it was because of habit or when Lin Yun really saved him.

The so-called not hitting the smiling man with his hand, Lin Yun didn't have much dislike for this boy.

"Lin Yun."

I smiled slightly and told the other party.

"Is there any alcohol?"

Li Wuyou looked at Lin Yun and continued to smile.

"Yes."

Without much thought, Lin Yun took out a jar of monkey wine and handed it to the other party.

Grumbling!

Li Wuyou picked up the jar and poured a few mouthfuls, saying: "Good wine. With this jar of wine, I will settle your eldest brother. When I enter the Lingyun sword pavilion in the future, my eldest brother can cover me. Point."

Lin Yun raised his brows and his face changed slightly: "How did you know that I was going to the High Peak Pavilion?"

Li Wuyou smiled and said: "This ghostly weather is going to the imperial capital. I must be thinking about joining a few big sects. As for why the big brother will definitely enter the high sword pavilion, hehe, the half-step sword intent of the big brother, If you hide it from outsiders, can you hide it from the sword practitioner?"

Lin Yun relaxed a little. This Li Wuyou is not old, but his mind is very careful.

"You also want to enter the Lingxiao sword pavilion?"

Li Wuyou poured his mouth again, nodded and smiled: "That's natural. I, Li Wuyou, will be the number one swordsman in Daqin."

Under the stamina of the monkey wine, the other side's immature face was red.

With the slightly exaggerated tone, it made people laugh a little dumbfounded.

Crack!

The two were chatting, the temple door was opened again, and a group of congenital warriors entered. They are not too old, and they seem to come together halfway through.

Looks young, but each has a deep cultivation base and a dignified breath.

"It's really lucky to run into a temple in such a heavy snowstorm."

"There is also a campfire."

"Haha, I can sleep well tonight."

Seven or eight teenagers, fifteen or sixteen years old, had a lively discussion as soon as they entered the door.

"Close the door!"

The bald monk, the abrupt voice sounded again.

The teenagers were just as shocked as when Lin Yun first came, but they still followed suit.

When the temple door was closed, several teenagers greeted Lin Yun and Li Wuyou, and sat around the campfire.

They are all of the same age, and they rush to the imperial capital for the four major sects to recruit disciples every winter.

There were a lot of topics to talk to each other, and it didn't take long for the atmosphere to become lively.

The monk still looked at Muyu, indifferent, half-closed his eyes, and did not look up.

As soon as there are more people, Li Wuyou's chattering character is exposed.

However, his long eyebrows are beautiful, his face is always full of smiles, but his tone is big, and he always makes everyone laugh.

"Li Wuyou, you want to be the number one swordsman in Daqin, what about Bai Lixuan?"

"I bet that if you enter the High Heaven sword pavilion, you will be beaten to death if you will not survive a month."

Several people teased Li Wuyou and teased him.

Li Wuyou smiled carelessly: "Before becoming the number one swordsman, I won't die, let's talk about which sect you plan to go to."

"I didn't think about it. The four major sects are all very high. I don't know if I can enter. Maybe I will go to Qintian Academy."

"I want to go to Moyue Mountain Villa. The background of this sect is the most mysterious, but I heard that they recruit people secretly."

"I want to go to Xuan Tianzong, the Liu Zong among the eight sons of the capital, belongs to Xuan Tianzong."

"Lin Yun, why don't you speak?"

Someone asked Lin Yun in silence~IndoMTL.com~ curiously.

Lin Yun smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when the temple door was pushed roughly with a bang.

The wind and snow flooded in, causing everyone to shiver coldly. Three sturdy men came in with the wind and snow. He was full of evil spirits, full of hostility between his eyebrows, and his cultivation reached an amazing seven innate orifices.

The suffocating aura on their bodies was almost condensed into substance, which changed the complexion of the youth in the temple.

Mobei Sanxiu, four palpitating words appeared in everyone's mind.

The headed man grinned at everyone at the campfire, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Close the door."

But when he was about to speak, the monk knocking on Muyu, half-closed his eyes, spit out these two words again.

"Turn off your mother!"

The big man's eyes flashed with anger, he drew out the short sword pinned to his waist, and shot it out with a sharp cold light.

The sword light flashed by, and it quickly made people's eyes too late to react.

"Be careful!"

Several teenagers suddenly screamed, never expecting the temper of Mobei Sanxiu to be so explosive.

If you don’t agree, you must kill someone!

As soon as the dagger was about to be inserted into the head of the bald monk, the muyu sound stopped abruptly.

As soon as the sound stopped, the speed of the short sword that broke through the air suddenly decreased.

At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

The bald-headed monk with clean eyes, smiled slightly, turned his head and easily caught this deadly dagger with amazing strength.

Silent, silent, understatement.

【In the wind and snow, the story of the third volume officially unfolds. Li Wuyou in this chapter is the character left by book friend ftukm under the solicitation of the circle of dragon sets. Originally called Li Wangyou, I changed the word. 】