Chapter 479 Ways of Survival

After knowing the pattern of their activities, Wu Yi waited for a few more days before the day of departure.

Jueming led eight or nine people, wearing thick clothes made of clay, and started a journey of life and death.

Wu Yi followed quietly behind.

The earthen armor worn by Jueming and his men was made of stones that fell from the rock wall after countless years of weathering, and then refined and melted.

There are not many complicated projects, only the most basic function of keeping out the cold, which is not very beautiful, but in terms of the ability to resist the cold wind, it is really a rare holy object.

The moss in the nearby miles has been picked for many years, and there is not much left. If you want to harvest, you must go to a farther place, but the rock wall is steep. If you leave the platform where they usually live, you will be doomed if you step on the air.

The cold wind can freeze people's tendons, bones, qi and blood. Once there is no physical support, even if there is spiritual energy in the qi sea, it cannot be used, and it will fall straight down like an ice sculpture.

In this ghost place, Wu Yi was very cautious. But he was much better than Jueming and the others.

Several people carefully climbed the wall for dozens of miles and finally came to the place where the moss was. Although it took half a day, there was no accident and no one died in the middle of the way. It was also a lucky thing.

The next step was picking. There was a huge space inside their earth armor. The earth armor was wide on both sides and narrow in front and back. It was very strange, but the design was such that a lot of moss could be stored and it also helped everyone reduce danger when climbing.

During the period, the stone loosened, and one person stepped on the air and fell down. At the critical moment, Jueming jumped out and flew down. His body was full of flames, like a god in the fire, resisting the raging cold wind and saving the person who fell. There was no danger.

After a series of thanks, Jueming smiled and asked the remaining people to be more careful.

After filling the earth armor on their bodies, several people did not stop. They held it in their mouths and clamped it under their chins, trying every means to carry as much as possible. This is their rations for the next few months. If they can carry more, they will carry more.

Once a white disaster occurs, that is, the cold wind meets the water vapor and freezes the rock wall with a layer of frost, then going out will be a dead end. The moss is frozen and the cold wind cannot blow up. It is very likely that the extra food they bring today will be their life-saving rations.

The survival strategy in a harsh environment looks ridiculous, but many people can't laugh anymore.

Finally, everyone couldn't take it anymore and had to return. Wu Yi showed up, but his face was the same as his own body, without the identity of Sun Zhiyan.

Wu Yi blocked their way, said nothing, and was brewing murderous intent. The visitor was not kind, and the good mood of several people suddenly became extremely bad.

Under the canyon, because of the harsh environment, there are too many things to rob. Those who dare to come out to rob must be of superior strength. Compared with the cold wind, this kind of robbery is even more desperate.

A flame rose in Jueming's pupils, but it did not damage his mind. He whispered to his companions: "You go around from both sides, I will entangle him."

Sending Moss back is a big deal, which affects the survival of a small tribe of 100 people. Although those people don't want Jueming to take risks alone, they also know that they can't help much, so they have to agree and split into two groups, going around Wu Yi.

And at the moment when his companions set off, Jueming attacked brazenly, not giving Wu Yi a chance to attack his companions. A huge fireball rose up, taking advantage of the cold wind, and the speed was extremely fast.

Wu Yi's figure flashed and left the cliff directly, floating in the bitter cold wind. Seeing this scene, Jueming narrowed his eyes, knowing that the newcomer might not be easily dealt with. He crossed his palms, and ten golden crows flew out from his fingertips, surrounding Wu Yi, surrounding but not attacking, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Jueming is now still acting conservatively to help his companions gain the opportunity to send the moss back, but this is also because he knows that Wu Yi is extraordinary and it is impossible to defeat him in a short time, so he wants to entangle Wu Yi.

The golden crows are flying, Wu Yi smiles slightly, and the majestic spiritual consciousness spreads, directly destroying all the golden crows, "Use your true strength, otherwise, surrender to me."

Wu Yi's light words seemed to anger Jueming, his red eyebrows stood up, bloodshot eyes, and he let out a long whistle, and his momentum rose by three points.

"Don't even think about it! No one surrenders in the Abyss."

Jueming turned into a huge flame and swept over. Wu Yi did not avoid it and let the flame surround him.

Since entering the canyon, this was the first time Wu Yi felt the heat. The cold wind was everywhere and at all times, almost turning this place into a dead zone.

In order to hide, Jueming and his men lived nearly 300 feet below the canyon. The time they could be exposed to sunlight was only one hour at most, and most of the time it was cold and dark.

However, they had been swallowing moss for a long time, so they could see things at night, so although it was dark, it did not have much impact on them.

The flames were scorching, and the little water vapor in the air was evaporated. The air was almost drained and extremely dull. In it, Wu Yi even sensed a trace of human wish fire. It seemed that Jueming had refined the light of the God of Fire.

Several months ago, divine light descended from the sky. Since refining this divine light, the power of Jueming's flame has increased a lot. At the same time, Jueming can also sense and see many scenes that seem not to exist in the canyon, and many wishes help Jueming open up a new world.

Seeing that his flames trapped Wu Yi, and it seemed that the other party had no chance of escaping, Jueming put aside his worries. It turned out that the other party was just a fake trick, and he was almost deceived by him before.

"You are fine." Wu Yi was very satisfied with Jueming, and said so.

Jueming sneered: "You should worry about yourself first. Whether I am fine or not has nothing to do with you."

"Really?" Wu Yi said faintly.

Jueming didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly there was a bang, and all the flames flew and annihilated.

Jueming widened his eyes and hurriedly continued to use his magical powers to reverse the decline.

But this time, the flames he used not only did not trap Wu Yi, but instead knelt at Wu Yi's feet like a minister. Among them, the devil thought seed was at work. The source of Jueming's divine power was the devil thought seed.

"This-" Jueming couldn't believe his eyes.

Wu Yi turned around, looked at him, and said: "Are you still unwilling to admit it?"

"It's that light!" Jueming suddenly realized and exclaimed.

Wu Yi showed an expression that said, "You're not that stupid," which was considered an admission of this statement.

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