Chapter 89: The haze never clears

　　　　 "No..." The surprise on her face quickly dissipated around her like an accidental wave of water, "This bitter cold poison mother is very weak, and it should be implanted the day after tomorrow."
　　 But her emotions are obviously warmer. Although this person is an acquired bitter cold poisonous mother, this at least shows that the descendants of the Xue people still exist. Otherwise, there will be no bitter cold poisonous mother in this world, and it will be impossible to implant others.
　　 "Who are you?" After expelling those broken thorns, Gouzhu gradually recovered his ability to speak.
　　 "My name is Wen Ruxue." The woman lowered her eyebrows and answered softly.
　　 "Where are you taking me?"
　　 The woman has picked him up and walked on the horizontal branch.
　　 "Take you to the Palace of the Great Underworld."
"Where?"
　　 "A place to heal your wounds. You are badly wounded and have a weak breath. You need to heal your wounds."
　　As she said, she flew up into the air.
　　 is like a snowflake, flying up with the whirlwind for nine days.
　　 A huge tree more than sixty miles high, reached the top in the blink of an eye.
　　 The snow was white in front of his eyes, and the snow was flying, hitting him in the face like a cold flying knife. Except for the vast expanse of whiteness, he could see almost nothing.
　　 He is very weak and cold. It seems that the only life-sustaining power comes from the warmth passed from this woman through the thick scarf.
　　 Wen Ruxue, this name is really appropriate. In this extremely cold world, the fluffy white snow has become the only warm thing.
　　 Under the impact of extreme weakness and cold, Gouzhu fell into a coma.
　　 At the same time, above the giant tree, Yin Wanzhen was sitting cross-legged on a horizontal branch to adjust his breath. Even if the stunner Lan Ruoshuang deliberately dangled in front of him, he did not raise his eyelids.
"Brother!" She called Yin Wanzhen again softly. Seeing him completely unmoved, she leaned in and shook his sleeves again, begging with the kind of voice that would make any man's bones crisp. "You just let the slave family go down and see what's going on! Brother Lu has been here for so long..."
　　 "No." Yin Wanzhen still responded coldly.
　　 When she first took a break, she thought she would be the first to go down to see where the backward hook pig had climbed. Yin Wanzhen didn't allow him, and his mission this time was too important.
　　 This time the plan was originally a total of seven people, in addition to him and Lu Wei, there are five people from Lan Ruoshuang Wuyuan. These people are all hidden stakes cultivated in the outer courtyard by the Taoists of Wen Tian. Except for their lineage, there will never be any other factions involved. They are absolutely reliable.
　　 Just for the sake of not leaking the wind, the four of them didn't explain the details, only that they were asked to Lan Ruoshuang to the extreme underworld palace to experience, and each would get a good spirit seed afterwards.
　　 As soon as these people climbed up the tree, he would immediately issue Master Gu Wentian's decree, detailing the division of labor of these people, and ordering them to kill the Supreme Underworld Palace together. After the incident is completed, the master will not only give them spiritual seeds as promised, but will also present a magic weapon and help them directly promote the inner door and move into the cave of the Taoist Wentian, which can be described as reaching the sky in one step.
　　 He didn't expect that these four unreliable juniors would no longer be interested in the temptation of the spirit seeds after they "pick up" the spirit seeds, and they never came up. Not only did he lose four helpers in vain, but also somehow kept up with an outsider he didn't know.
　　 Is it because Lan Ruoshuang is unreliable and doesn't take such an important task at all? Or is she already skeptical, deliberately making a trick?
　　 In order to handle this matter, the Taoist Wentian has been showing all sorts of spoils to this female disciple, almost responsive to requests. As a brother in the same vein, if he rashly turns his face with this younger sister and kicks the "brother" she brought down the tree, it seems unreasonable.
　　 Lan Ruoshuang, this woman seems simple, but she has some thoughts. Yin Wanzhen felt quite a headache for a while, she couldn't see through.
　　 But there is such a tail behind him, this thing is always dark.
　　 "Sister Lan, don't go." He took the opportunity to wave Lu Wei over, "You can help Junior Sister to bring him up."
When 　　 said this "bring him up", a ray of decisive killing intent flashed in his eyes. Lu Wei understood, knowing what his senior brother meant, not to let Gouzhu follow up with bad things.
　　 This is consistent with his idea. Gouzhu and Lan Ruoshuang were either sister or brother in front of him, making him jealous.
　　 What Yin Wanzhen didn't expect was that Lu Wei would never go back. In his heart, he couldn't help cursing this junior brother for uselessness.
　　 He envisioned various possibilities. Although Lu Wei's realm is not high, a "heart-saving sword" in his hand is the best sneak attack. How could he not be able to take the opponent? It is impossible for an unknown outer disciple to have any powerful magic weapon in his hands.
　　 Did a careless move in the fight, and the two fell off the cliff together?
　　 Falling from the cliff here means being teleported, which he doesn't worry about. But at the moment this crucial task, he has been inexplicably broken so many people before it even started, making him anxious.
　　 He will never look back. The more the delay, the more dreams there will be, and I don't know how many things will happen.
　　 "Let's go first." He stood up and said, "The two of them will catch up by themselves!"
　　The best way to get rid of that guy is to go up quickly. Yin Wanji estimated that guy's speed, and he wouldn't be able to climb to the top within ten days. Ten days later, their major event had already been completed. Then "clearing" him was easy.
　　 And he built the base nine, and it only takes a day to climb up.
　　As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Ruoshuang immediately felt that his hand was caught by the uncle. She shook it annoyingly, but she didn't expect that this brother's hand was like a pair of iron tongs, motionless.
　　 "I hate it!" Her anger was not over yet, Yin Wanzhen walked like flying, and has taken her all the way up.
　　 This speed is as fast as the wind. Lu Wei had dragged his feet before, but now he has given up on Lu Wei and intends to take Lan Ruoshuang into the dangerous situation alone to complete the task, so he exerts his full strength and the speed is more than twice as fast as before.
　　 Although Yin Wanzhen hasn't formed a pill yet, he is a cultivator of the nine-layer foundation, and he is only one step away from the pill formation. Moreover, he had the Scorching Sun Fiery Sword in his hand, even if compared with the monks of the Xudan realm, the difference in combat power was not too far. Lan Ruoshuang held that little weight in his hand, as light as a feather.
　　 rushed all the way to rest. After more than ten hours, they finally approached the treetop. It is extremely cold and snowy.
　　 Unlike the main trunk below, which is like an erect cliff, the tip of the treetop is tapered. After magnified a thousand times, it became a steep peak. uukanshu.com was covered with snow all the way.
　　 This giant peak is not fixed, because the entire tree is swaying in the wind. So the ground here is tilting and shaking greatly from time to time. Ordinary mortals must be staggering here.
At the top of 　　, there is a series of hemispherical calyx-like structures that are piled up to form a bud-like pagoda. There was a faint blue light from the top, surrounded by cold air.
　　 This is Ji Ming Palace. The top that emits blue light is where the Soul Seed of the Extreme Dark Grass is located.
　　 Yin Wanzhen raised his head and looked up. In that violent storm and snow, the blue light of the Spirit Seed also appeared and disappeared.
"Brother," Lan Ruoshuang looked at the sharp blue light idiotically, as if he had forgotten the two guys Gouzhu and Lu Wei, "Baby is right in front of my eyes. Isn't my brother going to pick it up? Where is the spirit seed?"
　　 "Huh, let me go, are you afraid that I will swallow it?"
　　 "Hey, the Nujia doesn't care about this." Lan Ruoshuang replied sourly. In fact, the senior brother Yin Wanzhen is notoriously difficult to get along with. But she had long known from the master asked the heavenly Taoist that only the body of bitter cold is particularly suitable for fusing this spirit seed.
　　 Yin Wanzhen himself has been using the Blazing Fire Sword to control Lihuo Zhenqi, which is incompatible with the Extreme Underworld Grass, it is impossible to integrate the Extreme Underworld Grass Seed.
　　 "This extremely dark grass has at least eight hundred years of Taoism. If you go straight up, let alone the master of pill formation, even the master of the purple mansion is not her opponent." Yin Wanzhen said while looking at the howling wind and snow.
　　 At this time, he saw something strange in the wind and snow.
　　 A ball of snow revolved in the air, forming a ball, and it came with the violent wind, and at first glance it was a wind escape technique cast by some magic weapon or magic weapon.
　　 "Who!" Yin Wanzhen held his hand on the hilt of the sword and was about to unsheath, but he felt a trace of familiar soul breath.