After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 227 Dispute at the Foot of the Mountain

As for those who did not suffer any harm, it was more because of their own strength that they carved out a way for themselves.

After he finished expressing his thoughts, Yizhen was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

"Maybe you're right, but we're already in this situation. If we don't want to die, we can only try our best to move forward. There are still people waiting for us to save them."

Chu Xinglan also realized that what he said seemed a little discouraging, but he always considered the worst outcome before doing anything.

That way, in the end, you won't be caught off guard, but will be able to face it more calmly.

However, I may meet more fellow Taoists in the future, so it’s hard to say these things, as morale is still important.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered Chen Xiu and others, and wondered how they were doing now.

Since he thought of it, he took out his communication jade slip and wanted to send a message to ask.

But after waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Yizhen saw it from the side and took out his own, trying to send a message to his disciples.

But the news also fell on deaf ears.

The two looked at each other, then Chu Xinglan took the initiative to connect with Yizhen, and after he agreed, he also sent him a message.

Looking at the motionless jade slip, the two of them understood instantly.

"It seems that this thing has been blocked since we came in. I can understand it."

"If they can still communicate with each other, I'm afraid many disciples can meet up at this level. This should not be good news for the black-robed man."

Chu Xinglan shrugged helplessly. Now that he couldn't get in touch with her, there was nothing he could do. He could only wait and see if they had the chance to meet again.

Before putting the jade slip away, he suddenly remembered that his jade slip was a little different, so he quickly sent a message to his master.

Afterwards, fearing that he would not be able to sense the movement in time, he held it in his hand without leaving a trace.

……

The two walked for nearly two more hours before they finally saw the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

Chu Xinglan truly felt the meaning of "running to the mountain and then dying", and even he felt a little tired.

Yi Zhen on the side was in even worse condition than him. He had used a big move before and hadn't rested since then. He was able to persevere and come here with Chu Xinglan only by relying on pills.

Chu Xinglan turned around and saw that Xueling, who was originally pulled out by two people, had stopped walking, as if there was something blocking them from getting closer.

Yizhen also saw it, and then looked at the steep snow-capped mountain completely covered in snow with no foothold, and made a suggestion.

"Let's rest here for a while. It should be safe here."

Chu Xinglan nodded, but looked at the thick snow on the ground and frowned slightly. He didn't want to sit directly in the snow.

It's not that I'm being pretentious, I just always feel that doing this is not a good thing, but it doesn't seem to be dangerous.

Finally, he picked out a piece of jade about one meter long, fifty centimeters wide and high from his bell and threw it on the snow. Seeing that the jade was not covered, he sat on it cross-legged with satisfaction.

This jade was given to him by Queen Aunt Lian when he went to Cangyun Kingdom. The top was not flat and it was not very comfortable to sit on.

Chu Xinglan thought that when he returned this time, he should bring some tables, chairs, small couches and so on, just in case.

Yizhen, who was standing by, pondered for a moment, took out a cushion, and began to sit cross-legged and regulate his breathing.

After both of them closed their eyes, a rustling sound came from the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

Several guys wearing various disciple uniforms gathered together, looking over here curiously.

"Did you see clearly? Are they really Chu Xinglan and the Buddhist disciples from Hanshan Temple? How could they act together?"

"Chu Xinglan is not sure, but Fozi is definitely not wrong. When they came over, I made a point of remembering his face."

"So what should we do now? Should we go find them?"

Beside these two people stood a guy who was obviously a little withdrawn. After hearing their conversation, he sneered and said with disdain.

"Do you really think I'm some kind of living Buddha? If you want to follow me, I'll let you follow me?"

The disciple who spoke first turned around and looked at him impatiently: "Chen Rui, are you sick? If you have the ability, go up the snow mountain by yourself. Why are you still staying here with us?"

"I don't know how your fellow disciples can stand you."

The last sentence seemed to have touched Chen Rui's soft spot. His face turned red and he pointed the sword in his hand directly at the disciple.

The others had long been fed up with this guy, and when they saw him draw his sword first, they all took out their weapons, stood opposite him, and looked at him with disgust on their faces.

Tang Lin looked at Chen Rui in disbelief: "I just said a few words to you, you want to kill me?"

In just this short period of time, Chen Rui's eyes turned red, and the murderous aura on his body was so strong that it seemed to be overflowing.

Tang Lin and others who were confronting him swallowed subconsciously and clenched their swords.

The veins on Chen Rui's neck bulged, he clenched his teeth tightly, and his right hand, which was holding the sword, was shaking slightly because he was holding too much force.

Finally, he looked at Tang Lin deeply, turned around, put away his sword, and began to climb towards the top of the snow mountain with his bare hands.

By the time Tang Lin and the others reacted, Chen Rui had already jumped a long way.

A disciple put away his sword, made a "Pooh" sound, and said in shame and anger.

"Does he think he is Chu Xinglan? He has such a bad temper. Since he can go up to the snowy mountain, and he is still hanging around us, he must have bad intentions. Maybe he is a spy of the man in black robe."

"It's just unlucky."

Tang Lin frowned and looked at him, but didn't say anything. He just looked at Chen Rui's figure which was getting smaller and smaller, feeling a little uneasy.

……

Chen Rui struggled to stick the sword in his hand into the snow, hoping to penetrate the snow and pierce into the mountain, so that he could have a foothold and relax.

Now he looked down and could no longer see the foot of the mountain, and his body was covered with thick snow.

The biting cold wind made his face hurt and also hindered his steps.

His ten index fingers were already bloody, and every time they touched the snow beneath him, drops of red flesh would fall.

And because of the cold, his hands and feet were a little stiff.

Clang——

With a crisp sound, the sword in Chen Rui's hand bent directly because it could not withstand the force.

Chen Rui smiled bitterly. It really didn't work. He had tried many times, but the mountain was so hard that even his sword couldn't leave a mark on it.

After putting away the sword, Chen Rui lay down in the snow, breathing heavily from his nose. Due to his extreme thirst, the sound was as unpleasant as the pulling of an old bellows.

He thought to himself that maybe dying here was a good thing.