Can you run away?

Everyone shivered, reacted, and turned pale with fright.

What kind of monster was this?

An Elder of the Tianxuan Realm was just slapped to death like that?

Gongsun Liao also trembled, his heart filled with immense dread.

Tianxuan Realm Cultivators were not common; even his Black Serpent Sect only had a few Elders and Protectors with such strength.

Even he, with his Sanyin Realm cultivation, found it not difficult to kill a Tianxuan Realm Cultivator.

But he asked himself if he could casually slap one to death like Zhong Qing, making it even simpler than swatting a mosquito.

At this moment, Zhong Qing had already taken his third step.

This small step brought him directly in front of Gongsun Liao, and he slowly raised his hand.

The latter shivered, and a strong sense of mortal threat instantly surged in his heart.

In fear, Gongsun Liao instinctively stepped back, then suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbing an Elder beside him who hadn't reacted in time, and pushed him in front of himself.

At this moment, Zhong Qing had also casually waved his hand, this time delivering a horizontal slap.

It landed squarely on the Elder's face, and with a crisp cracking sound, the Elder's head spun several times, his face full of terror, directly facing Gongsun Liao behind him.

The two looked at each other for less than a second before Gongsun Liao roared, black Qi surging from his entire body.

"Black Serpent Demonic Slaughter!"

Amidst the Dragon's roar, the black Qi transformed into the shape of a massive Dragon head, violently crashing into the Elder's already lifeless back, engulfing him while pushing his body towards Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing didn't move, merely exhaling a gentle breath.

The Elder's corpse and the black Qi Dragon head vanished into thin air together.

But Gongsun Liao's figure had already disappeared from his original spot. Zhong Qing looked up and saw a small black shadow, thousands of feet away, running wildly, becoming smaller and smaller.

As the Sect Master of the Black Serpent Sect, a generation's overlord in the North Region South Border.

Gongsun Liao, at this moment, was exceptionally decisive in... fleeing.

What a joke, waiting to be hammered if he didn't run?

Although he didn't see the final scene of Zhong Qing casually blowing away his Mystic technique with a single breath, just based on his two casual slaps killing two Tianxuan Realm Elders.

Gongsun Liao concluded that this person's cultivation was definitely above his own.

If they truly fought, he would certainly not fare well.

The other members of the Black Serpent Sect also reacted at this moment, crying out in alarm.

"The Sect Master has fled!"

"Run!"

The Sect Master's escape shattered their last psychological defense, and everyone instantly lost all Battle Intent, scattering like birds and beasts in the direction their Sect Master had fled without a second thought.

Don't look at how fierce and villainous every member of the Black Serpent Sect appeared.

But when they truly encountered a tough opponent, they fled without hesitation!

Staying alive, after all, was not shameful.

Zhong Qing casually flicked his fingers, annihilating a few slower escapees, and looking at the other figures gradually disappearing into the distance, he curled his lips.

"Their strength isn't much, but they sure run fast."

"But can you escape?"

A cold glint flashed across Zhong Qing's face as he lightly stomped his foot on the ice.

Instantly.

Centered on him, hair-thin cracks spread out in all directions, covering the area.

In the blink of an eye.

The cracks caught up to Gongsun Liao and the others who were fleeing.

The moment the cracks reached them, Gongsun Liao and the others instantly turned into ice sculptures, then fractured into pieces and fell to the ground.

He didn't even spare Gongsun Liao and the others another glance, but instead turned his head to look behind him.

"You finally caught up."

A Black-Robed Person appeared silently behind him.

"Master."

It was Hei Bai, who had gone to scout the surroundings earlier, finally returning.

After glancing at the people Zhong Qing had killed, Hei Bai quickly added, "Master, please wait a moment, I will go retrieve their Storage Rings."

With that, Hei Bai turned and walked towards the corpses of the Black Serpent Sect Disciples and Elders without a word, collecting the Storage Rings for Zhong Qing.

Just as Hei Bai finished collecting the Storage Rings and was about to follow Zhong Qing.

Suddenly, an almost pure white hurricane abruptly swept in from the horizon.

Its speed was so fast that it left no time to react, instantly reaching Zhong Qing and Hei Bai's location and engulfing their figures.

The wind came suddenly, and Zhong Qing only felt a chill around him as a violent gust swept over. However, he quickly stabilized his footing and, aside from feeling a bit cold, there wasn't much threat.

"So this is the so-called Ghost White Wind?"

Zhong Qing immediately understood.

"I didn't expect to encounter it so soon after entering. Is this good luck or bad luck?"

Zhong Qing muttered, while also calling out, "Hei Bai, catch up."

But he didn't receive Hei Bai's usual immediate response.

Zhong Qing frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

Hei Bai was gone.

This terrifying hurricane, which engulfed and dyed the world white, was exceptionally spectacular. Although Zhong Qing was not greatly affected, his sensory range was significantly reduced.

And within his perception, Hei Bai, who had just been behind him, was now nowhere to be seen.

"Blown away?"

Zhong Qing, realizing what happened, recalled the words of the Zhan Yue Sect members earlier. This Ghost White Wind, if caught off guard, could even blow away a Sanyin Realm expert. He hadn't expected it to be true.

However, with Hei Bai's strength, even if he was blown away, it was probably just a momentary lapse, and he would quickly stabilize himself.

But the reason he was out of sight might be that he tried to return to Zhong Qing's side but went in the wrong direction within the Ghost White Wind.

"Is this wind force really that strong?"

Zhong Qing was a bit puzzled. Although the power of the Ghost White Wind he had just felt was strong, for a Cultivator, it was merely that.

Let alone his current Sanyin Realm, even when he was in the Moon Profound Realm before, he wouldn't have been directly blown away by such a wind force.

But Zhong Qing quickly realized.

"It's Formation Immunity."

The Senior Brother of the Zhan Yue Sect had mentioned before that this so-called Ghost White Wind.

It was actually caused by the remnants of an ancient Sect's Formation that controlled the White Wind.

Therefore, it was essentially the power of a Formation. Zhong Qing had Formation Immunity, so he directly ignored the additional Formation effects of the Ghost White Wind.

He himself only felt a portion of the Ghost White Wind's inherent wind force.

However, his Formation Immunity also had a range. Although he was unaffected by the Ghost White Wind, the Ghost White Wind outside his immediate vicinity remained.

Thus, he couldn't see very far either.

The Secret Realm talisman in his embrace indeed lost its sensation at this time.

Zhong Qing pondered for a moment, then took out the Guiding Mayfly Stone given by Sect Leader Lan Tianhe.

After injecting spiritual Qi, he indeed saw the small flying insect, which had been aimlessly circling inside the jade, begin to fly in a specific direction. No matter how Zhong Qing adjusted the direction of the jade, its direction remained unchanged.

"Is this the Xuanhuan version of a compass? It's quite interesting."

Zhong Qing played with it for a while with great interest, then followed the opposite direction of the insect, heading north.

As for the separated Hei Bai, he was not worried.

Hei Bai was not a living person, and now with his Sanyin Realm cultivation, the cold Qi of this Ghost White Wind could not harm him at all.

After the storm subsided, Hei Bai would naturally head north to the Secret Realm to rendezvous with him.

Guided by the Guiding Mayfly, Zhong Qing continued steadily northward through this Ghost White Wind, which everyone dreaded. The terrifying storm that swept across the heavens and earth seemed to him to not exist at all.

But after walking another thousand li, Zhong Qing also stopped.

Before him, a snow dune appeared, but under his Divine Thought perception, he could feel a damaged pavilion buried beneath the snow dune.

This was the first time he had encountered something other than snow since entering the White Wind Plains.

Although he wouldn't get lost, this Ghost White Wind covered everything, and nothing could be seen in the vast white expanse around him. Exploring this pavilion seemed like a good idea.

With a thought, the snow dune in front of him was directly blown away, revealing the entrance to the pavilion.

This was a stone building with an architectural style completely different from the current North Region, exuding an ancient aura, and it was unknown how many years old it was.

It likely was the ruins of that so-called ancient great Sect in this area.

Zhong Qing walked into the stone building, and after a moment, a flicker of firelight appeared in this world of ice and snow.

Zhong Qing was completely relaxed, sitting in the stone building, with a reclining chair beneath him and a small table beside him. Charcoal burned in the clay stove on the table, emitting waves of warmth.

A teapot was placed on the clay stove, and the boiling tea emitted a faint fragrance.

Zhong Qing held his teacup, leisurely sipping tea and watching the howling wind and snow outside.

The doors and windows of the stone building had been sealed by his spiritual Qi, and with his Formation Immunity effect, the wind and snow simply could not blow in.

In this icy, snowy landscape, resembling the end of the world, he even savored a sense of peace and leisure.

"Let's wait until the storm stops before leaving."

Zhong Qing stretched lazily, saying, "Anyway, there's no hurry."

However, he was the only one who could be so leisurely here.

Thousands of li away from Zhong Qing, somewhere in the snowy plains.

The Zhan Yue Sect group gathered tightly on the snow, with Sect Leader Lan Tianhe in the center, supporting a protective barrier with his spiritual Qi, blocking the wind and snow.

Even with his Sanyin Realm cultivation, maintaining the barrier in this Ghost White Wind was extremely draining.

Lan Tianhe frowned, struggling to hold on.

Several Elders were beside him, simultaneously injecting spiritual Qi, only then could he barely manage to sustain it.

"The White Wind just stopped, how could there be Ghost White Wind so quickly?"

An Elder gritted his teeth and said, "It's simply illogical!"

Lan Tianhe sighed, "There's no logic to be found in this White Wind Plains."

"The so-called normal period where the White Wind subsides and there won't be Ghost White Wind for a short time, is merely based on the experience of predecessors."

"It's not necessarily accurate; we just have bad luck."

The Ghost White Wind came suddenly earlier. Fortunately, their location was further away from the area where the Ghost White Wind occurred compared to Zhong Qing and Hei Bai's earlier position, so the Ghost White Wind arrived a bit slower.

This gave them time to react, allowing Lan Tianhe to raise the protective barrier for everyone.

Otherwise, even he himself might have been blown away, and he would have no spare energy to protect others.

Even so, two Disciples who were a bit further away were directly blown away without a trace. In such circumstances, it was almost impossible to find them back.

They could only hope that they survived and then used the Guiding Mayfly Stone to head north to the Secret Realm to rendezvous with the others.

In this difficult moment, Lan Tianhe inexplicably thought of Zhong Qing and Hei Bai.

"I wonder if little friend Zhong Qing and his companion have reunited? And how are they doing now?"

In his opinion, even if the Black-Robed Person was powerful, they only had two people, unlike him who had a group of Elders providing strength. They would probably struggle even more.

At the same time, thousands of li away.

Zhong Qing looked at the howling storm outside, which showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He took a sip of the hot tea, feeling the warmth emanating from within.

"Should I take a nap first?"

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