Doomsday Game

Three days later, under Zhou Qian's protection and guidance, Chu Yan and Wu Er came to a coastal area with a cold climate.

The coast was barren and no grass grew. Waves of cold air surged onto the land with the ups and downs of the waves, causing layers of white frost to condense on the barren beaches and wastelands.

But the frost on the beach would be covered and melted by the sea water, leaving only wisps of white mist rising, and the scene was a bit weird and dead.

Looking at the vast and boundless foggy ice sea in front of him, Chu Yan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhou Qian beside him and asked:

"There is no village or shop in front of this place, and there is no trace of people. Senior, are you sure you are not in the wrong place?"

Wu Er on the side shuddered a little uncomfortably and asked a little puzzled:

"This damn place is cold and wet, and not even a blade of grass can survive. Will anyone really live here?"

Zhou Qian smiled and said, "Not only are there people, but there are quite a few, but the people who can live here are naturally not ordinary people."

As he said, he took a step forward, and the Azure Dragon Dharma Image on his body automatically emerged, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant blue dragon, grabbed the two people and flew to the sea.

After a whistling wind, the Azure Dragon had already gone deep into the sea, and the coastline could no longer be seen when he looked back.

The ice fog on the sea surface became thicker and thicker, and some icebergs and islands covered with ice crystals were faintly dotted in it.

Chu Yan's physique was not afraid of the cold, but he felt a little strange. The temperature here was so low that ordinary extraordinary people might not be able to bear it. However, it did not completely turn into a large ice field environment like the Antarctic and the Arctic. There were only a few icebergs and ice islands, which was really unreasonable.

Before he could observe for a while, Qinglong had passed through a hazy fog.

Suddenly, a large island like a fairyland on the sea suddenly appeared in front of Chu Yan, which made the two newcomers slightly widen their eyes, a little surprised.

In the depths of this hazy ice fog, there is actually such a huge island hidden?

This is not right. They didn't notice such a large island before, as if the island didn't exist at all before.

At this time, looking down from the high altitude in the air, you can just see the whole picture of the island.

But you can see that there are mountains and lush vegetation on this island;

A large number of river streams can be seen on the island, connecting to a large lake in the center of the island.

The lake is surrounded by mountains. From the air, it looks like a pool of water in the sky. There is also mist surrounding it, but it is not cold ice mist. Instead, it is more like ethereal fairy mist, which condenses and does not disperse, which is magical.

The two looked at it curiously, but Qinglong spoke to introduce and explain to them:

"This is Beiming Sea, Tianchi Island, the place where the Yaochi Xianzong, the top Qigong sect in the Dali Dynasty, was established."

"The island has a protective formation, the Ice Sea Mist Sky Formation, which hides the entire island. Ordinary people can't get in. Today, I will open your eyes."

"This opportunity is rare. You should take a good look at what this Qigong paradise is like. You may not have such an opportunity in the future."

Hearing Zhou Qian's somewhat teasing tone, Wu Er was stunned, and then became a little weird:

"Qigong sect? They are not..."

Chu Yan understood why he was hesitant to speak, because he also knew what the Qigong group in this world was like.

As mentioned before, the extraordinary path of demon slayers was developed by qigong practitioners, but their attitude towards demon slayers is generally very bad.

As a group of extraordinary people without defects and hidden dangers, qigong practitioners have always been very self-righteous. They only regard the demon slayers they created as tools to fight against demons, and think that they are dangerous but quick-made extraordinary defective products, and are helpless creations to fight against the current situation.

Even most qigong practitioners are strongly wary of the demon slayer group, because many qigong practitioners believe that demon slayers may turn to the demon camp, or believe that demon slayers may go to the opposite side of the human race and replace demons as the new enemy of the human race one day.

The demon slayers are now strictly controlled by the human race’s high-level officials, and a big reason for this is because of the crisis remarks made by this group of people.

To put it simply, most qigong practitioners look down on demon slayers, and even hate them, and regard them as another kind of demon.

For this reason, the high-ranking qigong practitioners don’t like demon slayers very much.

Now Zhou Qian came to the sect of the Qigong practitioner to pick up a new demon slayer with outstanding talent. This matter itself is a bit far-fetched.

So Chu Yan asked: "Can a Qigong practitioner become a demon slayer? Could it be that the other party is an ordinary person taken in by the Qigong practitioner, and has no talent for cultivation, so he chose to become a demon slayer?"

Qinglong looked down at Chu Yan, and the arc of his mouth was a little mysterious:"No! Your new companion was a genuine Qigong practitioner, and a peerless genius among Qigong practitioners, but he had an accident later. It can only be said that things are unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people."

"Don't be too curious, you will meet him later, but I have to remind you that I heard that he is very sensitive about this matter. Don't ask questions after meeting him, it will be annoying."

After hearing what he said, Chu Yan and the others had some reasonable guesses.

But before they could speculate for long, Qinglong had already circled and landed.

When Chu Yan came to his senses, he found that the three of them had appeared at the foot of a mountain.

Looking up, you can see the white stone paved climbing stairs. There is also a jade carved mountain gate on the hillside, with six large characters "Yaochi Sect Su Nu Peak" written on it.

On both sides of the mountain gate, two handsome young men, a man and a woman, wearing plain clothes, looked down at them.

The woman's eyes were cold with a bit of disgust, while the man's disgust was also a bit complicated.

In short, you can see their dislike at a glance.

They were not even willing to maintain basic etiquette, just looking at them coldly without saying a word.

Chu Yan and Wu Er curled their lips almost at the same time, very unhappy, but Zhou Ken, a dignified master, seemed to be accustomed to it, with a completely nonchalant attitude, and shouted to the two mountain guards:

"Zhou Ken, the Eastern Guardian of the Demon Slaying Division of the Dali Dynasty, has been ordered to come here to pick someone up. Please inform the Lord Luo."

The two mountain guards said arrogantly: "Wait a moment."

Then the woman turned around and flew up the mountain with a white light. She disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only the man staring at them coldly.

In this regard, Wu Er asked Zhou Qian in a very unhappy manner, with a somewhat shocked expression: "Are we just waiting here? Now that we are here, we can't go up the mountain to see what it is like inside?"

Zhou Qian smiled slightly and replied: "You wish! Do you think they will let us in as guests?"

"Fuck! This is simply outrageous! I have never seen such contempt for people! This is a top sect! What kind of quality! Bah! Disgusting, really disgusting!"

"You can curse as much as you want. They won't dare to deal with you with me here, but with their style, they should just ignore you completely."

Silence is the greatest contempt. It seems that these Qigong practitioners really despise demon slayers from the bottom of their hearts, and even think that talking to them is a kind of defilement to themselves.

Being treated like this, Chu Yan is naturally unhappy.

When has his uncle Chu ever been treated so coldly?

TMD! Not even letting in the door is simply not giving the author a chance to increase the number of words. How many chapters should be reduced in the transition plot?

But what he was thinking about more was:

With the attitude of the Qigong practitioners, how did the demon slayers not rebel until now?

Anyway, he would never tolerate it.