Ling Xi used a stone sword to peel off the eagle's skin and wrapped the black and gray feathers on his body.

A smog of white mist rose on his body, and Ling Xi walked step by step towards the top of the mountain peak, leaving only a row of footprints.

He didn't know where he was going, and blood kept oozing out of the wound on his right shoulder and staining the bandages. The cloth strip had no effect on stopping bleeding. Ling Xi's face turned pale and he could feel the power in his body was losing.

Ling Xi never stopped. If he fell in the snow, he would be here forever.

He came to the edge of the mountain and looked down.

The thick clouds covered the forest. Ling Xi stood alone on the mountain peak a thousand meters high, while Ling Xiaozhe and the others had long been thrown away at the mountainside.

The cold wind penetrated into Ling Xi's arms through the gaps in his clothes. He shivered, wrapped his body tightly with fur, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and Ling Xi stepped on the snow on the edge of the cliff, revealing the thick layer of ice inside.

Ling Xi fell and grabbed the snow, but the snow slid down the ice layer beneath him. He grabbed the air and slid down the cliff, crossed a drop of dozens of meters, and fell heavily on the snow on the steep slope of the cliff.

Ling Xi was flooded by the snow, buffering most of the impact force. He subconsciously wanted to grab something, but his body continued to slide down involuntarily.

Ling Xi's head was hit by a hard object, his eyes turned black and he lost consciousness.

"Are you awake?" Ling Xi opened his eyes leisurely, and the picture in front of him gradually became clear.

Ling Yingxi stood beside the bed with a bowl of ginger soup, looking at him with a little joy.

Ling Xi wanted to move her body, but found that her whole body was covered with bandages, and she opened her mouth and said nothing.

There is an oven next to the bed, and the smokeless wood emits a warm temperature and a slight red light.

Ling Yingxi used a porcelain spoon to feed Ling Xi's mouth and whispered: "Don't move around, your injury has not healed yet."

Ling Xi drank the ginger soup, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and closed her eyes again.

"A false thing is not something you think of." A ruthless thought echoed in his mind, pulling him back to reality.

Ling Xi opened her eyes, and the cold snow poured into her mouth.

He felt a severe pain like a fracture all over his body, and he tried hard to break the snow layer and crawled out of the snow pile.

Ling Xi spit out the snow in his mouth, and the mountain eagle skin on his body had been buried in the snow pile behind him.

He stretched out his hand that was so cold that he was red, pierced the snow pile, shook off the snowflakes from the fur and draped them on his body. He took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of snow and put it in his palm.

Ling Xi immediately activated the Yuan Ling, and a ball of essence fire appeared in the palm of his hand, roasting the white snow into warm water.

Ling Xi took the sip of water, her body warmed a little, and she waved the essence in her hand and walked towards the distance of the mountains.

The essence fire is not warm to the person who releases it. Even if you place your other hand on the essence fire, you can only feel a touch like water.

Ling Yingxi's whispers kept echoing in Ling Xi's ears, and the wound on his right shoulder had already produced ice residue, showing a kind of blue-purple color.

He shook his head, bit the tip of his tongue and said to himself, "You can't die!"

At this time, Malu brought the people from Longwu Pavilion to the foot of the mountain. He looked to the top of the mountain and said, "This is the nearest way to chase them."

Yuantang smiled on his face, and the appearance of the snow mountain reflected in his eyes: "Their footprints should not have come out of the snow mountain yet. Let's hurry up, maybe we can find their footprints."

Ma Lu shook his head and said, "My father probably won't go this road. If you walk a little longer, you will be close to the triangle area. There is Kamaan's territory, and those who enter without permission will not have good results. We can quickly pass through here and stop them at the junction of the mountain."

Yuantang rarely showed fear in his eyes and said, "We just need to be careful and pass through the triangle area as soon as possible."

"Ling Xi! Ling Xi! Where are you?" Ling Xiaojie shouted loudly, crawling forward while stepping on the snow that was almost not over her knees.

Marseille searched for the side walls of the cliff and reminded: "Those mountain eagles usually look for natural caves as nests. If you find them, tell me."

Ling Xiaozhe pointed to a stone bank protruding from the cliff and shouted: "Is that true!"

Something red was vaguely lying on the stone shore. Marseille narrowed his eyes: "I can't see clearly. It's too far, it seems like something peeled. Let's take a closer look."

When the two of them arrived there, Ling Xiaojing saw the skinned mountain eagle and the stone sword thrown aside. Her face changed and she rushed into the cave and shouted: "Ling Xi!"

The cave was filled with his echoes. Ling Xiaojie looked at the small mountain eagles in front of him, and his anxiety in his eyes became even stronger.

Marseille walked into the cave and saw the small hill eagles. Without saying a word, she pulled out the hatchet she carried around her waist.

Ling Xiaozhi didn't care about these mountain eagles at all and shouted to Marseille: "Let's go outside to find out if there are any footprints!"

Marseille shook his head and picked up the knife to deal with the mountain eagles.

Ling Xiaojie turned around and walked out.

He stood outside the cave and shouted at the top of his throat: "Ling Xi!" Ling Xiaojie took a few breaths, wiped his face and looked at the snow.

Ling Xi's footprints had been buried by the drifting snow, leaving only flat snow.

Ling Xiaojie searched around and suddenly saw something.

A snow is particularly shallow next to the cliff, with only a thin layer. Under the snow is the ice layer that accumulates over the years, and silver light flashes under the sunset.

When Ling Xiaozhi walked there, the traces of the snow were very messy. A handprint spread from the snow to the cliff. It was obvious that someone had fallen from above.

Ling Xiaozhi looked down, and a thick layer of snow gathered under the drop of dozens of meters high.

A gap was opened in the snow layer, and a row of almost invisible footprints spread from the snow pile to the distance.

Ling Xiaozhi stared at the snow pile and turned around and shouted: "Marseille! I have found Ling Xi's trace!"

The two climbed down the mountain wall not far away.

Ling Xiaozhi stepped forward and flipped through the snow pile, with only frozen blood inside. Marseille stood behind him and said, "He was seriously injured and couldn't go far. Let's follow."

Ling Xi leaned against a mountain wall and took off the mountain eagle fur to ignite it. The fur had been frozen stiffly in the wind and snow, turning into a board with almost no ability to prevent cold.

The fur burned and smelled a foul smell. Ling Xi stretched out his hand indifferently to try to maintain his body temperature.

His hands could no longer feel the temperature. After drinking a few sips of snow water, he threw down the burning fur, suppressed the hunger coming from his abdomen and climbed up the stone wall in front of him.

The sunset behind him was almost set, and the sky began to become dark. Ling Xi did not notice that the team led by the road was not far from him.

The road was covered with snow, and looked up at the sky and said, "Let's go to the bottom of the mountain wall to rest, find someone to watch out for the night, be careful of avalanches."

A man from Longwu Pavilion suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Ling Xi is right in front of us. He seems to have suffered serious injuries."

Seeing this, Yuantang immediately said, "Are you sure?" The man pointed to the angle of the mountain in the distance: "He is there."

Ling Xi was walking in the snow, looking for something that could be ignited. His steps stopped, looked at the group of people walking under the snow line in the distance, and narrowed his eyes.

Yuantang looked up at the small dot on the mountain and sneered, "It doesn't take any effort to get it. I see where he can run."

Ling Xi took a step back, turned around and ran towards the direction he came.

Yuantang glanced at someone, and the man immediately understood and surrounded him from the side with several people from Longwu Pavilion. Yuantang walked alone on the snow covering his knees and followed Ling Xi slowly.

Ling Xi's steps were messy, dragging a long trace in the snow.

He looked back at the figure behind him, and the figure was still following silently.

Ling Xi came to the edge of the cliff, reached out to grab the bulge and climbed up. A man from Longwu Pavilion in the distance raised his crossbow, and the crossbow aimed at Ling Xi's body, but the person beside him reached out to stop him.

Ling Xi climbed up to the middle of the mountain and found a sunken place to hide in. Yuan Tang stared at him and said in confusion: "What do he want to do?"

Ling Xi exhaled a mouthful of white mist, leaned against the cliff, looked at Yuantang that was approaching him below, and smiled and said, "Come on."

Yuantang looked up the mountain, and endless snow was pressing on the towering mountain.

His face turned pale, and he knew Ling Xi’s purpose in his heart. He shouted at the people of Longwu Pavilion in the distance: “Retreat quickly!”

Ling Xi punched the mountain wall and activated the Earth-Cracking Shenling to spread to the top of the mountain.

The snow layer trembled a little, and slipped down from the mountain like a tulle, and became thicker and thicker.

Yuantang turned around and ran a few steps before being flooded by snow. The avalanche rushed down the mountain peak and destroyed part of the woods at the foot of the mountain.

In the distance, Ling Xiaozhu and Marseille looked at the White River rushing down the foot of the mountain with shock.

Without saying a word, Ling Xiaozhi threw down all the weights on his body and wanted to run towards the avalanche.

Marseille grabbed him and advised, "The avalanche is not over yet! You will be caught in!" "What if he is inside?" Ling Xiaozhu shouted, "Listen, he is my brother. All the money you want is on him. If he dies, you will not get anything."

Marseille tried hard to calm him down: "I didn't mean that, you saw an avalanche. It was not something that human forces could fight against. When the avalanche passes in a while, your friend is so strong that he will definitely be able to climb out."

"Didn't you see blood? He fell down from dozens of meters, and maybe he would be injured when he killed Shanying. Are you sure he can climb out like this?"

Seeing Ling Xiaozhang insisting on his own, Ma Sai simply let go and said, "Then go. Just don't save another life."

Ling Xiaojie turned his head and looked at Baihe in the distance, cursed and shouted: "Ling Xi! Just say a word to me when you hear it!"

The depression where Ling Xi was located was covered by an avalanche, and nothing could be heard besides the rumbling sound. He covered his right shoulder, and the punch just now touched his wound again, and a heart-thrusting pain came.

Ling Xi pressed the flesh that was about to die next to the wound, and sat in the depression waiting for the avalanche to pass.

A man from Longwu Pavilion stood in the wind and snow and stared at the road.

Suddenly, I heard some rumbling sound on the road and looked over it. A snow line spread down and came towards it.

Ma Ying was also panicked at this time and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The people from Longwu Pavilion looked back and saw that Xue Shi had already arrived in front of the three of them and swallowed them in.

The man raised his hand and separated Bai Xue from his soul, shouting to the road behind him: "Let's go down!"

Ma Lu quickly pressed Ma Ying's shoulder and pressed her under him.

The man's soul also reached its limit. The snowflakes broke through the barrier formed by the soul and swallowed the three of them in the blink of an eye.
To be continued...