The Dragon from Hell

The four of them went out together and came to the edge of the ice-free harbor, where they saw a red color slowly coming from the depths of the snow and wind.

Across the ice-free harbor, the red color was still very eye-catching.

When they got closer, Qin Feng could see the faces of the group of people clearly.

The leader was a man who looked about 30 years old. He walked barefoot on the ice, wearing a red robe that hung thinly on his body.

He held a scripture in his hand and chanted in a low voice as he walked.

His appearance could not be seen clearly through the snow and wind, but a little red cinnabar could be seen between his eyebrows, which was about the same as Qin Feng's.

Following him were a group of boys and girls aged 16 or 17, but for those who practice immortality, the appearance of 16 or 17 years old might just be an appearance.

Like the man walking in front, they were barefoot, with only a thin and simple red robe on their bodies, but a red rope with a golden bell tied to their ankles.

Everyone had a little cinnabar between their eyebrows and held a scripture in their hands.

As they approached, the sound of chanting scriptures became louder and louder.

In fact, each of them had a low voice, and even the arc of their mouths was very small.

But this sound was deafening, and it accompanied them as they walked, through the wind and snow and came to Qin Feng and others.

Just listening to the sound of chanting, a peaceful power slowly flowed into people's hearts, as if the wind and snow in the sky had stopped in front of them.

Qin Feng felt that the power of chanting was very strong, penetrating the appearance and hitting the heart.

The cinnabar mole on his forehead was a little hot, and it was Dugu Jiujian next to him who spoke: "Brother Qin, what's wrong with your forehead?"

Reaching out and touching it, the cinnabar on his forehead actually bled.

It was also at this time that Mr. Lin said strangely, "Why did they stop?"

I saw that the red stopped on the other side. When Qin Feng looked up, he saw the man in the lead turned his head and looked over here.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could see his eyes clearly.

Those were a pair of eyes without desires, filled with the wind and snow of the abyss of extreme cold, which made people feel cold at a glance.

"Strange... I have seen the people of Xuanyuan clan no less than twenty times in the past few decades, but I have never seen them stop. What happened today?"

Grandpa Lin changed his previous kind smile, his expression suddenly became serious, turned around and went into the house, not knowing what to get.

However, as soon as he turned around, the one headed by Xuanyuan clan had already turned his head back and continued to look down at his scriptures and walked forward.

The sound of chanting scriptures sounded again, as if the pause just now had never happened.

The boys and girls followed him without looking away, and everyone chanted scriptures attentively. As they walked by, the sea water in the unfrozen port boiled slightly, and returned to calm after they left.

Qin Feng retracted his sight, and the blood on his forehead had stopped at this time.

Dugu Jiujian was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he pulled him into the house quickly, and Lin Yun also hurriedly followed his grandfather back.

After they left, a drop of blood from Qin Feng's forehead moved by itself and slowly flowed into the non-freezing harbor.

Back in the house, warmth came over him, and the internal organs that had been frozen by the man's gaze just now began to function again, and the blood began to flow again.

Dugu Jiujian helped him wipe the blood from his forehead and muttered: "That man just now should be the current patriarch of the Xuanyuan clan, right? Why did he suddenly stop to look at you? Look, he made you bleed."

Qin Feng was a little helpless: "If he can make me bleed with just one look, then he only needs to blink to kill me."

Across a barrier, if his divine seal bleeds because of him, then the strength of this man is really terrible.

But the Xuanyuan clan can survive to this day, and the descendants of the Xuanyuan clan are definitely not simple.

It's a pity that they have to guard the abyss of extreme cold for generations, otherwise who in the immortal gate can match the Xuanyuan clan now?

A clan left over from the ancient gods, a clan where everyone is born with top-grade spiritual bones, can definitely become the ruler of the Immortal Gate.

"Have a drink, warm yourself up."

Mr. Lin handed over a cup of hot tea, which was not top-grade tea, but it was still a rare thing in this place.

Qin Feng thanked him, and after taking it, the warmth swept over his body as soon as his fingertips touched the teacup.

Mr. Lin sat back in his chair, his expression much more serious than before, he was quite emotional: "Compared to the Xuanyuan clan, what we do is actually far worse."

"The Immortal Gate lets us stay here, in addition to protecting the human world, it is actually to monitor the Xuanyuan clan."

"Although we are monitors, I have always admired the Xuanyuan clan. After all, if they really fall into the devil, even if we knowWhat's the use of it?"

Just now, Qin Feng has seen the power of the Xuanyuan clan leader. If the other party really fell into the devil, I'm afraid this side of the Extreme Cold Abyss would have become their territory long ago.

Including the boys and girls following behind him, although they are so far away and they are not very old, Qin Feng can still feel the powerful aura emanating from them.

Their cultivation can be seen from the endless chanting of scriptures.

If such a powerful clan really fell into the devil, I'm afraid there would be no place for other monsters in the Extreme Cold Abyss.

But for three thousand years, the Xuanyuan clan has been guarding here, suffering from the erosion of demonic energy, and using their own cultivation to forge a barrier that cuts off the Extreme Cold Abyss and the human world. Such behavior is really admirable.

Grandpa Lin paused, as if he was worried about something again: "But I always feel that the few times I saw them, they are a little different from before."

"Different?" Qin Feng frowned slightly: "Grandpa Lin, did you find anything? "

In response to Qin Feng's honorific, Grandpa Lin waved his hand self-deprecatingly and said with a smile: "It's not that I discovered anything. I'm just an ordinary person. What can I discover... It's just a feeling. I just feel that every time I see them, they give me a different feeling. "

But what is different, Grandpa Lin can't say. After all, he has no spiritual power, and he can't see through the mystery of Xuanyuan.

As for Qin Feng and Dugu Jiujian, they have never seen anyone from Xuanyuan before, so they can't judge.

Grandpa Lin took a puff of his pipe and finally said: "It seems that I still have to tell the people of Xianmen tomorrow..."

"Grandpa, but..." Lin Yun, who had been silent all the time, immediately showed a worried look when he heard this.

Grandpa Lin waved his hand: "Ayun, the past is over. Nothing else matters. What matters is the safety of the human race. "

Lin Yun bit his lip and lowered his head: "I understand. "