My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

But Zhong Qing quickly reacted.

"It's the formation immunity."

The eldest senior brother of Zhan Yue Sect had mentioned this so-called Ghost White Wind before.

In fact, it was caused by the breakdown of the formation used by the ancient sect to control Bai Feng.

Therefore, it can actually be considered as the power of the formation. Zhong Qing is immune to formations, so he directly ignores the additional formation effects brought by Gui Baifeng.

What he felt was only part of the wind force of the Ghost White Wind itself.

However, his immunity to formation also has a range. Although he is not affected by the Ghost White Wind, the Ghost White Wind will still be there once it leaves his surroundings.

Therefore he couldn't see very far.

Sure enough, the secret patch in my arms lost its sensitivity at this moment.

After a brief thought, Zhong Qing took out the guiding mayfly stone given to him by Lan Tianhe.

After injecting spiritual power, he saw that the small flying insects that were originally circling aimlessly in the jade began to fly in a certain direction. No matter how Zhong Qing turned the jade, its direction remained unchanged.

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

Zhong Qing played with it for a while with great interest, then headed north in the opposite direction of the flying insect.

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

Hei Bai is not a living person, and now he has reached the level of San Yin Realm, so the cold air of the ghost Bai Feng can't do anything to him.

After the storm subsides, Hei Bai will naturally rush to the north to meet him in the secret realm.

Relying on the guidance of the guiding mayfly, Zhong Qing continued to move steadily towards the north in this ghostly white wind that everyone was afraid of. The terrifying storm that swept across the sky and the earth seemed to be non-existent to him.

But after walking more than a thousand miles, Zhong Qing also stopped.

He saw a snow hill suddenly appearing in front of him, but through his spiritual perception, he could feel that there was a ruined pavilion buried under the snow hill.

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

Although he would not lose his way, the evil white wind was overwhelming and everything around him was white and he could not see anything. It would be a good idea to go to the attic and explore.

With a thought, the snow hill in front was blown away, revealing the entrance to the pavilion.

This is a stone building with an architectural style completely different from that of the current Northern Territory. It has an ancient atmosphere and it is unknown how many years old it is.

I think it should be the remains of the so-called great sect here in ancient times.

Zhong Qing walked into the stone building, and in just a moment, a flash of fire appeared in the snow.

I saw Zhong Qing lying relaxed in the stone building. There was a recliner under him and a small table beside him. Charcoal fire was burning in the clay stove above, emitting bursts of warmth.

A teapot is placed on the clay stove, and the boiling tea exudes a faint fragrance.

Zhong Qing held the teacup, sipped the tea leisurely, and watched the howling wind and snow outside.

He sealed the doors and windows of the stone building with his spiritual power, and with the immunity effect of his formation, the wind and snow could not blow in at all.

In this icy and snowy landscape that looks like the end of the world, one can actually taste a sense of peace and leisure.

"Let's wait until the storm stops."

Zhong Qing stretched and said lazily, "There's no rush anyway."

However, he is the only one who can be so leisurely here.

Thousands of miles away from Zhong Qing, somewhere in the snowfield.

The Zhan Yue Sect's group gathered in a circle on the snow, with Sect Leader Lan Tianhe in the middle, using his spiritual power to erect a protective shield to block the wind and snow.

Even with his cultivation level of the Three Yin Realm, it would be extremely exhausting to hold up the shield in this ghostly white wind.

Lan Tianhe frowned and struggled to hold on.

With several elders beside him and injecting spiritual power into him at the same time, he was able to barely hold on.

"The white wind just stopped, how come there's a ghost white wind so soon?"

An elder gritted his teeth and said, "This is totally unreasonable!"

Lan Tianhe sighed, "There's no such thing as common sense on this White Wind Plain."