When Monk Wu Xin brought Monk Wu Ku to Huaxu’s team again, in order to prevent the previous thing from happening again, they were very careful when they stepped forward, for fear of being shot out again and throwing a dog to eat shit, but In the end, the facts proved that they both had to worry too much.

This time when they approached Huaxu, they hadn't touched that invisible barrier at all. In an instant, the six figures disappeared without warning...Finally, Monk Wuxin and the others rushed on. I had to pounce on some air.

"What's the matter?" Monk Wu Xin stood in the field with a confused look. He looked around and still couldn't find Huaxuyi and the others, and the luggage that was brought up the mountain by the Huaxuyi's teammates also instantly followed. As they disappeared, they disappeared together.

At the same time, a cold wind suddenly blew in the mountains.

The sudden gust of wind did not attract the attention of the Wuxin monks at first, but after a while, this fierce wind directly dropped the temperature of the mountain to zero, as if it put everyone in the mountains of the cold winter. , On weeds and rocks, some black "frost" can be seen everywhere.

Just when everyone was puzzled by the disappearance of Huaxu, some black snowflakes floated in the sky without warning.

That's right, black snowflakes.

It's like some heavy metal debris. The air is filled with a slightly pungent smell of burnt metal, but it's a bit like ashes left by a certain substance. There is a pungent burning smell in the air. The smell of burning paper...It's a very complicated and strange smell.

These snowflakes seem to have a temperature similar to the normal human body temperature, but the temperature in the mountains has maintained a rapid downward trend from beginning to end. When they landed, the residual temperature also disappeared completely, replaced by a kind of icy cold, almost all of them. To freeze the entire mountain...

The wind was raging and the snow was flying.

This scene, which should have revealed a bit of poetry, is very strange to people at this moment. The black snowflakes are swallowing the mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Huaxu players have completely disappeared. In the wind and snow, it seemed that this was the "natural barrier" they had created.

"Zhao Xue...what the **** is this ability..." Lu Yisheng looked at the black snowflakes floating in the sky in disbelief. This was the first time he had seen this ability.

"It's not ability, it's technique. They are the techniques passed down from generation to generation by the Huaxu clan." Xu Yanan seems to know the Huaxu descendants who broke out of Shaan Province better, and whispered something that hadn't appeared in the Secret Bureau's data records. "I once heard my grandfather say that their Huaxu family has an alchemy that has been passed down for thousands of years. It seems to be related to black snowflakes, but no one has seen it in modern times. It is just a rumor... ."

"Those snowflakes should be the product of a certain kind of energy accumulation. Besides cooling the environment...do they have other functions?" Chen Xian asked curiously.

"I don't know about this." Xu Yanan shook his head and said helplessly, "This technique should be their Huaxu's top secret. No one has used it outside for nearly a hundred years. Maybe someone has seen it. Anyway, we The Xu family doesn’t know... the sixth child, does your family know about the Huaxu family?"

Li Daosheng shook his head and said that he did not understand that the two families had hardly ever dealt with each other.

"Those snow look familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Suddenly, Mr. Skull said such a word abruptly, but before Chen Xian and the others could ask questions, he shook his head again, his eyes very puzzled.

"But I can't remember where I saw it... and the black snowflakes I saw... seem to be bigger than these..."

With that, Mr. Skeleton raised his head and looked at the ceiling, seeming to be remembering something, and it took half a minute before he spoke again.

"The coverage of that blizzard was much larger than this."

"Most of them?" Lu Yisheng asked with a look of curiosity, "How big is it?"

Mr. Skull remained silent, seeming to be thinking about how to give everyone an easy-to-understand example, and after thinking about it for a while, he said.

"It's probably as big as twenty Ningchuan City..."

Hearing the example given by Mr. Skull, everyone looked at each other. Everyone looked unbelievable, especially Chen Xian, who grew up in Ningchuan City. He knew how big the city was, 180 kilometers from east to west. Around 170 kilometers long from north to south... If according to Mr. Skull’s statement, the area affected by the blizzard is terribly large, almost several times larger than the province where Ningchuan is located.

"Is that snow a natural disaster caused by the natural climate or..."

Before Chen Xian could finish speaking, Mr. Skull interrupted directly.

"How could it be a natural disaster, it should be a divine disaster, it is a cataclysm used by an ancient **** to harvest life... I remember that snow can freeze most known life forms, even souls are no exceptions? At that time, countless lives died in the black snow disaster, probably as many as hundreds of millions, and several small countries were implicated in the snow disaster and destroyed."

Although what Mr. Skull said to outsiders is no different from a fantasy, it is a hundred times more mysterious than the legend, but these people here all know the identity of Mr. Skull, he is a monster that has survived for an unknown number of years. So all these things he said at the moment should have happened in this world.

An anomaly that stretches for thousands of miles.

A natural disaster that can kill hundreds of millions of living entities.

How powerful should the "old god" that summoned the black snowflake be?

"What happened at last?" Chen Xian asked curiously, "that snow disaster killed all the people and stopped?"

"It's not that the snow disaster stopped, but the ancient **** was killed by others." Mr. Skeleton seemed to be able to remember these past events vaguely, and he was full of emotion when speaking, "The man who led the army to ambush the ancient god, It was the hunter of the Mu Empire. I remember that I seemed to be there. The hunter killed the **** with only a single knife... the old god's neck was split open with a single knife, and then his head was pulled off."

After all, Mr. Skeleton glanced at the screen again, his expression was a little inexplicably lost.

"These snows are just similar to the snowflakes in my memory, but if you look closely, they seem to be different things. They are not very powerful..."

Lu Yisheng swallowed and pointed at the monks who were about to be frozen into popsicles on the screen.

"Are you sure this power is not too big?"

"Of course!" Mr. Skeleton smiled, "If I remember the snow disaster, it only takes a moment to freeze their bodies and souls. Killing them is as simple as killing mosquitoes."

While Mr. Skull gave Chen Xian "science popularization" for them, the four bald-headed monks on Dongshan were almost frozen to death. Perhaps this is the limit of Huaxu. The power has exceeded most people's imagination, and the terrifying low temperature even the four monks feel a little unbearable.

"Second brother! What can we do about this!" Monk Wujing kept rubbing his hands and shook his breath, shivering from the sudden blizzard. "We can't find them with our naked eyes. Hidden by these wind and snow...If this continues, maybe we will all be frozen to death here, should we use that trick?"

"I think it's okay." Monk Wuqing kept fighting with his teeth, his eyebrows were frozen into two snow-white ice sticks, "Although the master told us not to use our abilities casually, we don't have to do it now. Needless to say, you will lose!"

"I don't want to lose." Monk Wuku said little as always, his face was very ugly.

"Amitabha...no wonder the senior brother told us in advance not to talk nonsense with the Huaxu people...just find the opportunity to hold down their captain and win..." Wu The monk Xin looked ashamed, regretting that these words should have been written on his forehead, "I would not be polite to them if I knew this would happen, and I would just ashamed them when they weren’t up for battle. It has to be so troublesome..."

As soon as the voice fell, Monk Wu Xin directly sat cross-legged on the ground, and Monk Wu Qing, Monk Wu Jing behind him, also sat down. Only Monk Wu Ku stood upright in the wind and snow. At the same time, he was also among the brothers. The person who is best at "fighting".

"The Third Junior Brother, the Fourth Junior Brother and the Five Junior Brothers and I have supernatural powers to help you."

Monk Wu Xin seems to be entering the state of concentration, his eyes are slightly closed and his hands are pinched. The Buddha's energy is full of the flesh covered by the monk's robe, as if the golden Buddha's light is flashing under his eyes, and the two behind him The same is true of the junior disciples, all of them are Buddhist disciples preparing to manifest themselves in front of others.

"good."

Monk Wuku bent down to roll up his trouser legs, and saw that his calf was densely engraved with golden scriptures, and there were several patterns resembling Taoist talisman.

"You help me find their place, let me kick them down the mountain and it's over."