The big man stared at Ning Qi's back coldly, his eyes flickering.

The monks and immortals who came to the trial this time stood behind the big man together, watching Ning Qi and Zhao Tong enter the snow mountain. I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the first test.

"Bei, Big Brother Beixuan, I seem to be unable to hold on anymore, otherwise you go first, I'll go back." Not one third of the way, Zhao Tong kept swaying his body, and with his cultivation base of the early stage of immortality , this chill will not cause much damage to his physical body, but the chill of this snow mountain has been specially arranged by Jinxian to specifically target the soul. If the mind is not firm enough, the soul is not enough