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Chapter 459 Strange Temperature

Those with slightly weaker abilities chose to descend the mountain, leaving only those with considerable strength behind, who then headed back up.

Of course, these people coming down the mountain soon discovered that the path down the mountain was right in front of them, but no matter how they walked, it was as if they were going around in circles forever.

These people quickly realized something was wrong. Since they couldn't solve the problem, they had no choice but to go back and seek the protection of a skilled expert.

But when I turned around, there was no one there.

They were on the same mountain, but it was as if they were from two different worlds, and then they disappeared without a trace.

Panic gripped the people. The feeling of having nowhere to turn made them extremely uneasy. Soon, some people, as if possessed, carelessly threw the sleeping people on the snow.

Soon these people were buried by the snow, silently disappearing into the snow-covered ground.

Those who went mad fought each other, each one seemingly losing their mind, killing anyone they saw, and soon the pure white snow was stained with red plum blossoms.

The disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect were almost all killed. It can only be said that Ling Yiyi was too arrogant, thinking that with Situ Han's protection and the intimidating power of the Situ family, this trip would go smoothly.

At this moment, the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect have lost their support and can only die here.

Only Liu Canyang and Ling Yiyi remained alive.

Fortunately, Liu Canyang was a master of poisons, so this amount of poison had little effect on him.

He gave the antidote to himself and Ling Yiyi, but he didn't try to save the others.

Firstly, he had only a limited supply of antidote. Secondly, they were trapped here and didn't know if they would need the antidote again later, so being prepared was the best policy.

Ling Yiyi looked at the group of Hidden Moon Sect disciples who had lost their lives in the distance, and her eyes reddened.

Of course, she was not saddened by their deaths, but rather by the fact that the people she had brought with her on this trip had died, and how she would explain this to the sect leader when she returned.

The thought of the sect leader being disappointed in her made Ling Yiyi's eyes redden with anger.

These useless trash died so easily.

The useless ones: They don't want to die either~~~

Just as Ling Yiyi was staring blankly at the dead bodies, Liu Canyang gripped her chin tightly, making her wince and snap her back to reality.

Her gaze returned to Liu Canyang, who had a sickly look in his eyes, as if he was very unhappy that her gaze hadn't lingered on him.

"What are you staring at so intently?"

Hearing his question, Ling Yiyi became furious.

"You clearly still have antidote pills, so why didn't you save the other people in the Hidden Moon Sect?"

Why didn't you save the others? You caused her to be blamed by the sect leader when she returned.

"What, is your little lover in there? Are you so heartbroken because they died?"

Liu Canyang assumed that Ling Yiyi was blaming him for not saving her lover, and unconsciously increased the pressure on his hand.

Ling Yiyi tried to pry him away. She was badly injured; she had almost been killed by Liu Canyang's kisses earlier, so she was somewhat afraid of him now and could only beg for mercy:

"No, I don't like them."

Hearing Ling Yiyi's words, Liu Canyang finally let her go.

"Then why grieve for their deaths? I left behind the antidote pills in case of emergency."

Ultimately, the most important thing is that nothing happens to you.

Hearing Liu Canyang's words, Ling Yiyi realized that they were still in danger.

She was a selfish person to begin with, and she was only distracted because she was afraid that the sect leader would be disappointed.

Looking back now, it makes sense; the deaths of these people pale in comparison to her safety.

She was no longer afraid of Liu Canyang, and tugged at his sleeve, her tone slightly coquettish:

"Remnant Sun, I don't want to die here. You must take me out of here. I know you're very powerful."

If Ling Yiyi had relied on and flattered him like this before, Liu Canyang would probably have liked it very much.

I still like it very much now, but some things are different now.

He lovingly tidied Ling Yiyi's slightly disheveled hair, speaking gently but without any emotion:

"Of course, I want to be with Yiyi for the rest of my life, and I will never let anything happen to you."

Everything that happened between the two was within Tian Zhenzhen's mental perception.

Tian Zhenzhen wasn't particularly concerned that the two of them would run away.

Now they're caught in a vicious cycle again. It was snowing heavily and freezing cold just moments before, but as they walked, it felt like they were walking into a desert.

Then I felt hot and thirsty.

Many people even took off their clothes to cool off, and some, who were thirsty, scooped up the snow from the ground and ate it in big mouthfuls, as if only in this way could they relieve the heat in their bodies.

Tian Zhenzhen was also finding the strange weather changes unbearable.

"Boss, isn't this weather a bit strange? I feel so hot and thirsty."

Such weather changes are unbearable not only for martial artists, but even for an ordinary person like Tang Yifeng, who feels like he's about to suffer from heatstroke.

He was really too tired to walk any further.

This Jiuhua Mountain was truly the most rugged mountain peak he had ever climbed.

Meanwhile, there is the Jingyun Temple on the mountaintop.

Master Qingyi stood in front of the mountain gate, holding a compass and constantly monitoring the changes on it.

Behind him stood many disciples of Jingyun Temple, and beside him stood two others. Seeing the scenes unfolding below the mountain, they couldn't help but sigh:

"Master Qingyi, we never expected you to have such methods. You have truly broadened our horizons."

"Yes, with such a formation, we probably wouldn't even need the two of us to help us take down the people from Taichu Temple in one fell swoop."

To ensure everything went smoothly, Master Qingyi also invited others to help him.

One of them was a Taoist priest like him, and the other was a burly man with an unremarkable appearance.

The fact that he invited these two people means they must be quite capable, and they also have a close relationship with Master Qingyi.

"You two are too kind. It's just a little trick passed down from our ancestors."

Master Qingyi stroked his long beard and said calmly.

"I don't think so. Even a grandmaster would easily fall victim to such a wondrous formation. They haven't noticed the change in temperature yet. If this continues, even martial artists would find it difficult to withstand."

I think there's something peculiar about this snow.

The Taoist priest beside him seemed to have noticed something and began to speak eloquently, his eyes filled with covetousness.

"Master Kongqi truly has keen insight; my snow does indeed possess some peculiar qualities."

When it lands on a person's body, it penetrates the body, gradually freezing the body's vital energy. Given enough time, it can emanate coldness from within, turning the body into ice sculptures.

Master Qingyi didn't hide anything and explained the power of the snow.

Hearing what Master Qingyi said, Master Kongqi became even more interested.

"I wonder if I am fortunate enough to have learned such a wonderful formation. It would be a great honor to have cultivated the Dao for so many years. I would be grateful if Master Qingyi would be so kind as to teach me."

Master Kongqi's demand for it now is also taking advantage of Master Qingyi's current predicament of not being able to refuse.

Such methods could probably become a treasured heirloom of any sect.

Master Qingyi remained outwardly calm, still appearing cheerful and easy to talk to.