Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

The snowmen were dumbfounded. A snow wolf was about three meters tall and over two hundred of them. How big was that? The entire Wuhee Tribe wouldn't be able to hunt so many snow wolves in half a year! Most of these snow wolves were killed by Bone Puppets. There wasn't much intact, but there was a lot of meat.    

    

The group walked for another seven or eight miles and arrived in front of a wooden house. Although it was snowing all around, the ground in the middle of the wooden house was cleaned up. Hearing the sound, two snowmen walked out of each wooden house. Soon, the middle area was filled with over a hundred snowmen.    

    

On the way, Ura's father introduced himself. His name was Wu Pengyue, and his father was the high priest of the Wuhee Tribe. The totem technique he used was taught by his father. There were only 150 people in the Wuhee Tribe, and it was considered the smallest tribe.    

    

Feng Yimo curiously took the animal bone. It had some memory functions similar to a jade slip. Totem techniques were recorded in it. This Tu Teng technique was somewhat similar to the Spirit Gathering Formation.    

    

Wu Pengyue told her father about the snow wolf attack and told her father that it was Feng Yimo who saved everyone.    

    

The high priest was an old snowman. His beard reached his chest, and his head of white hair was braided into small braids. His eyes were turbid, and his body was hunched. He held a walking stick made of some unknown beast's bones in his hand. After listening to his son's narration, he led the snowman of the entire clan and knelt down to thank Feng Yimo.    

    

Feng Yimo swept his sleeve across the snow and bowed to Feng Yimo. A breeze blew. The high priest and the others could not kneel down. They were lifted up. They were shocked. "Celestial Immortal, please take a seat in the house."    

    

Feng Yimo nodded and followed the high priest into the biggest wooden house.    

    

Although it was cold outside, the inside of the house was very warm. After the guests had taken their seats, the High Priest's narrowed eyes suddenly shone with wisdom. "Celestial Immortal entered the bitterly cold land alone. There must be something important. Moreover, I don't think the Celestial Immortal is a cultivator of the Snow Mountain Sect. Could it be that it came from the south? "    

    

"Haha, High Priest, you have good eyesight. I am indeed from the Business Alliance in the south." Feng Yimo said with a laugh.    

    

The High Priest shook his head. No, that's not right. The Celestial Immortal had an obvious sea smell. It should have come from the Sea of Death. If a person could transmigrate from the Sea of Death, then the Celestial Immortal must have extraordinary skills. There must be something extraordinary about it! Maybe it was because of some reason that it had to come from the sea."    

    

Feng Yimo was secretly shocked. Don't look at how the high priest was old, but his mind was very clear. His analysis was very logical.    

    

"Yes, the high priest is wise! Since we are talking about this, how about I make a deal with the high priest?" Feng Yimo narrowed his eyes and leaned back in a comfortable position.    

    

"A deal? What deal?" The High Priest's eyes lit up, and he straightened his back. "Is there anything we can do for Celestial Immortals?"    

    

"Smart!" Feng Yimo waved his hand, and a low-grade spirit weapon appeared in front of him. It was a sword. He held the sword in his left hand and flicked the sword with his right index finger. The spirit sword made a buzzing sound and shook the entire wooden house. "Tell me where is the coldest place in North Boundary Field. I'll give you 100 of these weapons!"    

    

"One, one hundred?" The high priest couldn't stay calm anymore. Even though he hadn't cultivated it before, he was able to sense that this sword possessed extraordinary intelligence, and it was a treasure used to cultivate the body. It was extremely valuable. "Alright, deal!" He seemed to be afraid that Feng Yimo would go back on his words, so he hurriedly agreed.    

    

"Nice! Oh right! And some little gifts, I forgot to give them to you." Feng Yimo stood up and walked outside. With a wave of his hand, the two hundred dead snow wolves piled up into a small hill, filling up the empty space in the middle of the wooden house. All the snowmen were dumbfounded. Then, they burst into cheers and pounced on the snow wolves.    

    

"Thank you, Celestial Immortal!" The high priest was very excited. He bowed to Feng Yimo and said, "You are the honored guest of our leader, Wuhe!"    

    

Feng Yimo smiled indifferently. It was just a small matter. A hundred low-grade spirit artifacts could be refined in a few days' time.    

    

He currently had countless refining materials. It was a good time to use them to practice. He even poured out a place to prepare to find the Vitality Mud to refine medicinal Rainbow Wind Chasing Swords.    

    

That night, Feng Yimo took out the real "Indestructible Dao" and started to study it seriously. He planned to start refining artifacts tomorrow. With medicinal Asura Black Core Flames, he could refine artifacts anytime and anywhere.    

    

...    

    

The next day, before dawn, Ura ran to Feng Yimo's room and stuffed his cold little hands into his bed. He suddenly woke up. Feng Yimo had placed the bone scorpion at the door of the wooden house. It did not restrict the people in the tribe. That was why Ura could go in and out freely.    

    

"Little Ura, what are you doing?" Feng Yimo asked.    

    

"Big brother, come with me!" Ura said crisply.    

    

"Okay, lead the way!" Feng Yimo was very curious. He let Ura lead the way and followed behind.    

    

When Ura entered the snow, he turned into a snowball and rolled very fast. He kept rolling towards a valley behind the tribe. The more Feng Yimo walked, the more curious he was. Was this little guy always so naughty? Yesterday, he ran more than 30 miles by himself. Today, he came here again. It really made him worry.    

    

Who would have thought that Ura would not move after rolling to a cliff? He got up with a silly smile and pointed at the bottom of the cliff. "Big brother, there are fruits down there. Can you help me pick a few?"    

    

Feng Yimo looked in the direction Ura was pointing at. At the bottom of the cliff, facing the cold wind, there were two crystal clear fruits hanging on a plant several feet tall.    

    

It was Lingxiao Fruits!    

    

Feng Yimo was shocked. This was a good thing. It could change a person's natural endowment medicinal Spiritual Roots, allowing cultivators to produce extremely rare ice medicinal Spiritual Roots!    

    

However, this place was at least ten thousand feet from the bottom of the cliff. How did Little Ura discover that there were fruits below? Could it be that he possessed the Goldbiter Rats' special abilities?    

    

As if sensing the Lingxiao Fruit's aura, the medicinal Spirit Devouring Silkworm in his dantian began to stir. After digesting the silver shadow soul force, it underwent another transformation. Its white and fat body turned a faint silver light.    

    

"Alright, big brother will bring you there!" Feng Yimo grabbed Ura with his left hand and flew down the cliff.    

    

"Wow, Ura flew, Ura flew!" Ura was not afraid at all. Instead, he cried out happily in Feng Yimo's arms. He looked very excited.    

    

However, Feng Yimo had just fallen halfway when an extremely cold and gloomy aura gushed out from below. Even with his physique, he shivered. He was worried that Ura would be injured. With a shake of his wrist, the Dragon-trapping Whip flew out and wrapped itself around a big tree by the cliff. He flew back to the cliff in the air and released the Bone Scorpion to protect Ura. Once again, he fell to the bottom of the cliff.    

    

This time, Feng Yimo was halfway down the cliff. He activated the Yin-yang Spell. Heaven and earth were boundless, and Yin and Yang were all techniques. Extreme cold was a kind of yin, and extreme heat was Yang!    

    

However, before he could land next to the Lingxiao Fruit, the withered branch that looked like an ice tree suddenly moved. In an instant, it turned into a ten feet tall ferret. Its sharp claws clawed at his face!    

    

Feng Yimo sneered. His right hand clenched into a fist and punched at the ferret's sharp claws. With Feng Yimo's current physical strength, ordinary magic treasures could not even injure him, let alone a middle-level rank-3 demon beast.    

    

Bang!    

    

The ferret was sent flying. It immediately screamed because its body was covered in a layer of black flames.