Chapter 93: Death of the Northland

　　　　 There are three monks around the altar. Apart from Song Ruhai and Mu Mu, the third person is Wen Ruxue, a woman in a white dress.
　　 Besides her, there is a fat white cat. It was at her feet, chained to the edge of the altar, with a faint expression on her face.
　　 Wen Ruxue opened her eyes and saw Hook Zhu, her eyes showed a hint of affection. This feeling came from the bitter cold body she was so familiar with.
　　 Although she is not beautiful, she is gentle and dignified, her skin is white as jade, her lips are red as blood, and her eyes are like a pair of black crystals. She is not the common Xuanbing fake body here, but has already cultivated a mature body, is a Yuanyang true body like Gouzhu.
　　 Her body is restrained, and Gouzhu can't see her cultivation at all.
　　Xuanmen monks have yang repair and yin repair. Yang Xiu breath is overbearing, while Yin Xiu is restrained and deep. Getting started can be yang but not yin, mortals are the body of Yuanyang, and they will undoubtedly die if they directly practice yin practice.
　　Introductory monks must first practice Yang cultivation techniques, such as "Building the Foundation of Pure Yang Gong", whose body gradually changes and can withstand the cold of Xuan Yin before they can turn to Yin cultivation.
　　 But this step of building a foundation is enough to consume countless hard work. In order to turn to Yin Xiu, it is equivalent to overthrowing everything and starting over. Today's Xuanmen monks are unwilling to toss themselves so much, so Yang cultivation is common and Yin cultivation is rare.
　　 If it is a demon repair ghost repair, not necessarily. Humans and animals are different. Some beasts and grasses have special physiques and are naturally suitable for cultivating Yin.
　　 As for ghost repair, contrary to humans, you can get started with Yin but not Yang. Therefore, the underworld in the Three Realms is full of Yin Xiu. Yang Xiu is rather rare.
　　 Now I can only hope for this woman who doesn't know the details.
　　 "It's a pity that the little girl didn't expect that the Venerable would need Pure Yang Pill urgently." Before Gou Zhu could begin, Wen Ruxue lowered her eyebrows and pointed at the spirit seed with blue aura in the middle of the hall apologetically.
"At that time, I got the Pure Yang Pill, and I immediately let the Spirit Seed absorb it. This Spirit Seed is full of yin and cold, and relying on this yang energy to nourish the thousands of living beings in this Extreme Nether Palace, there is only one There is nothing left."
　　 Her eyes are soft as water, which is beyond reproach. What's more, she used Xuanyin Pill at twice the market price, and she was not deceived, and Gouzhu had nothing to say.
　　 "The Venerable needs Pure Yang Pill to drive the puppet in the fairy lotus?" She lowered her eyebrows and asked respectfully. Gouzhu was taken aback. He didn't expect this woman to have such a powerful sense of consciousness. He could easily feel his nineteenth place in the fairy lotus. It seems that there is nothing to hide from him.
　　 "Yes. Does senior have a way?"
"Although the little girl does not have a pure sun pill, it is not difficult to send the venerable and this puppet out of the tower safely." Wen Ruxue is as careful as a hair, guessing his thoughts exactly, "It's just that there is a pair of little girls right now. Important things, but non-Venerables cannot help me."
"what's up?"
"Can you tell me, where did the body of the bitter cold of the Venerable come from? Where is the Venerable who has the body of bitter cold innate?" She owed her body slightly, and then raised her eyes, a kind of in her eyes revealed Make Houzhu unable to refuse sincerely.
　　 For her, as soon as the words "Body of Bitter Cold" were uttered, the tide-like past was overwhelming and almost flooded her entire world.
　　 The far north, the country of ice and snow, there is no dead silence there. She was a blade of grass on the polar ice sheet, and she didn't have the consciousness.
　　 Until one day, when the thick pure yang aura was injected into the body, her body began to change.
　　 The whole world from Yin to Yang is a Jedi, and everything cannot grow. But if there is even a trace of yang in the land of the yin, this is a silver lining. With this thread of vitality, there will naturally be life.
　　 It's just a ray of life, and it can only make her crawl on this ice sheet and prolong her life. It is impossible to become a towering tree.
　　 But when a lot of pure yang aura poured into the body, the stream of water turned into a torrential river. To her, it was like accumulation. She immediately grew rapidly.
　　 Her body is still condensed by the qi of profound yin, but as long as there is yang qi inside, it can continue to grow. Continuing to gather the almost endless mysterious yin qi on the polar land, and condensing with these yang qi into substance, her root system spread everywhere, quickly turning a large ice sheet into a fertile soil full of vitality.
　　 There is a group of people within the range of her spread, using the pure sun aura transmitted by her root system to get vitality, and build a big city made of ice, claiming to be a country of ice and snow. And this group of people call themselves the snow clan.
　　 From then on, she was worshipped by the snow people, and she was called "Ji Mingcao". The name of Jiming is because under the ice layer of the polar region is an unfathomable sea called Jiming. It is said that there is a giant beast in the Ji Ming, named Xuan Ming.
　　 may have been tainted by the worship of a snow tribe. Before she knew it, she was like melting an ice sheet and seeing the ocean waves of the sky. Gradually, the consciousness opened up and she had divine consciousness.
　　 She is lazy by nature and slow thinking. For hundreds of years, she continued to crawl on the ice field, watching these snow races live and die.
　　 Her life span is much longer than these people. But this is only because she lives more slowly than them. For her, the reincarnation of these snow people was too fast.
　　 With divine consciousness, she realized that the pure yang energy injected into her body was not created out of thin air. It's that this snow race has a family of people, and they don't know what kind of heaven and earth good fortune, so that their bodies are born with bitter cold and poisonous mothers.
　　 This kind of bitter cold poisonous mother can absorb the almost endless poison of bitter cold in the polar regions. Although this cold poison is based on the qi of profound yin, it inevitably contains a trace of yang, otherwise it will not become the essence.
　　 Bitter Cold Poison Mother can decompose cold toxin and extract a trace of pure Yang Qi. Although it is only a trace, the most indispensable thing on the polar ice sheet is cold poison. Therefore, as long as you continue to decompose, accumulate less into more, and gather sand into a tower, you can also obtain a steady stream of pure Yang aura.
　　 In addition to these pure Yang spirits being used for cultivation by these people, most of them were injected into her body by these monks. And she grew up with this Yang Qi, turned into life, blessed the tens of thousands of people in the entire Snow Country, and made this prosperous place in the wild north.
　　 Those monks who continue to provide Yang Qi naturally have an extremely lofty position in the Snow Country and are called "Venerable Yuanyang." Because they are the source of Yang Qi. Without them, the prosperity of the entire Snow Country would never exist.
　　 The Snow Country prospered for more than three hundred years and then disappeared. Five hundred years later, the ice sheet is still an ice sheet. And the ice towers and castles that used to stand in the Snow Country were already in heavy ice, and the ruins were invisible from the outside.
　　 If it is the masonry and earth tiles in the ordinary country, there may be some remains after hundreds of years. But the city of ice and snow will continue to be buried by heavy snow, and then re-solidify, and eventually become an undulating iceberg.
　　 Five hundred years later, the cold wind in the polar regions still roared deep in her memory with the smell of blood.
　　 The demise of the Snow Country is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. It is said that it was because the Venerable Yuanyang of the Snow Kingdom were successful in their cultivation, and they were involved in the dispute over the profound doors of the East Sheng Divine Continent, which angered certain powerful forces.
　　 Thousands of iron-clad mysterious soldiers roared from the south, covering the sky and the earth, which is more than the polar blizzard. They carried a huge white tiger up to several meters high. With a shocking roar, they immediately destroyed the thick ice wall on the Snow Country Pass.
　　 The Yuanyang Venerables of the Snow Clan fought the white tiger to the dark ground, but in the end it was the same.
　　 Although Xue Guo tried his best to resist, it was beyond his ability and ended in a disastrous defeat. Most of the venerables fell, the soldiers died in countless battles, and the snow people surrendered.
　　 But the other party just pretended to be surrendered. They confiscated the snow people's weapons and magic weapons, executed all the monks, gathered all the snow people who had lost their resistance to the square in the city, and then drew out their butcher knives to kill.
　　 This massacre did not end in a day. After all, there are hundreds of thousands ~EbookFREE.me~ and there are only five or six hundred people holding butcher knives. They were originally thousands of people here. After the battle, the loss was quite huge, with only one-third remaining.
　　 In fact, with hundreds of thousands of people, against hundreds of people, it seems that even a pile of people can kill each other. But these people are nothing more than a group of unintentional walking dead, plus a bunch of old and weak women and children who have no resistance.
　　 They took the chance of surrendering and took off their armor, turned in all their weapons, and were driven to death without barriers. Of course, they were easier to slaughter than sheep.
　　 When the fierce enemy showed a butcher knife and slashed over with a grinning smile, they realized that the other party was trying to cut the grass and root. They finally rose up to resist, but it was too late. This snow-white ice field suddenly turned into a red slaughter place.
　　 How can an unarmed body of flesh and blood be the opponent of a fully armed armored man? They trembled, regretted, feared, angered, begged for mercy, and desperate. They screamed, struggled, cried, and burst into tears, but there was no way to change the ending of the addition of swords and axes.
　　 There are more old and weak women and children, they don't even know what's going on. They had never participated in the Xuanzheng in the south, let alone where these enemies came from. But no matter how they ran, fled, cried, begging for mercy, they were all hacked to death by the enemy.
　　 Obviously, the other party was given the order to kill the whole clan, all men, women and children, all slaughtered without leaving a living.
　　 These enemies also fell into a certain madness. Although they killed the Quartet, they rarely had this opportunity to wield their swords in the entire city without worrying about the opponent's resistance.
　　While mutilating them alive with a black iron blade, while admiring the crying, fear and begging of these dying people, watching them tear down, entangled in life and death, became the most exciting thing for them.