The old man did not explain, but just made a few handprints and took them forward.

Soon, a collapsed ice palace appeared in front of you. After stopping, the group showed disappointment on their faces.

"Oh, it turns out that someone has taken the lead." The old man sighed and flew away with a few disciples.

Shortly afterwards, three more old men in black holy robes floated down.

"After all, I'm a step late, so I let those old guys take the lead." Before the old men stepped into the barrier, they just focused for a moment, then talked to themselves sadly, and then flew away.

Next, another group of people arrived one after another, either staying for a while, or unwilling to go to the collapsed Ice Palace to investigate, and finally left with a disappointed look on his face.

The undercurrents of the extreme Arctic ice fields gradually returned to their former peace.

At dusk, a young figure rushed towards him like a flying fire meteor. He found the aura of the barrier and floated down like those people in front of him. Before he could stop, he drew his sword and cut the barrier and rushed into it hurriedly.

"Have you left..." Standing in front of the collapsed ice palace, the young man closed his eyes and focused his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he looked disappointed, but obviously not because of the collapsed ice palace, but because of someone's departure.

Leaving the barrier and standing on the empty snow field, the young man closed his eyes again and slowly made a series of handprints. The invisible energy flowed out of his body. Soon, fine sweat oozed out of her heroic face. Obviously, this set of handprints was extremely devoid of spiritual thoughts.

Suddenly, a rune flew out of his fingertips, like a colorful butterfly spreading its wings and flew towards the direction where Gu Fenghua and others left. The young man suddenly opened his eyes, wiped away the sweat from his forehead, and chased after him.

...

At this time, Gu Fenghua and others had already reached thousands of miles away. They were hundreds of feet high, and the cold wind was howling, and the faces of the few people were covered with frost.

"Let's take a break for a while." Gu Fenghua said.

"No, we are not tired." Luo Enen shook his head and insisted.

Although Xie Youran had the sacred tree species given by Li Canyang, she had no worries about her life, but as long as he did not recover for a day, she would not be at ease for a day and would not delay for a moment.

"Even if you are not tired, you must at least ask where Qian Qiuxue is." Gu Fenghua said helplessly.

If she could, she wanted to find Qian Qiuxue directly in anger to see if she could save Xie Youran. But the problem was that she didn't know where Qian Qiuxue was. She left so anxiously just to avoid the other three envoys of the Lingji Realm and the powerful people of each sect.

"Yes, I forgot about this." Luo Enen patted his forehead and then realized.

The group fell to the ground, and Gu Fenghua immediately took out the Eight Demon-Suppressing Picture and shouted loudly: "Come out and see, where is Qianqiuxue in?"

Of course, this was said to the Ghost Dragon, but after she finished speaking, she waited for a long time, but there was no response in the Eight Demon Suppression Picture.

"Hey, come out and take a look." Gu Fenghua was impatient and urged him again.

However, the Eight Demon Suppression Picture still had no reaction.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wuse asked worriedly.

"You might be tired." Gu Fenghua explored his divine thoughts into the Eight Demon Suppression Map, looked at it for a while and said.

The ghost dragon had already lost its power to the earth before, and then subdued the Red Blood Demon Mastiff, but it seemed vulgar, but it was not as easy as imagined. It also consumed a lot of its demon spirit power. At this time, the ghost dragon turned into a ball of fog and floated motionlessly among the strange peaks and rocks formed by the barrier, obviously falling asleep.
Chapter completed!