256. Chapter 255 Looking for a needle in a haystack, I’ve seen it (make up for the second update in November due to the monthly pass)


Chapter 255: Finding a needle in a haystack, I’ve seen it before (make up for the second update in November due to the monthly pass)

Not much information about the Far North is revealed to the outside world.

Top-level soul beasts such as the Snow Emperor, Ice Emperor, and Titan Snow Demon King are even less known, not even a bit.

The ninety-sixth level peak Douluo would probably die in the hands of one of them.

But top-level soul beasts are not important, there are basic soul beast types out there.

Direwolves are one of the most common wolf species wandering around the far north, and there are many in the frozen forest.

It has ice elemental power, but because it is not strong, it can only withstand the surrounding temperature.

Among these thirty or so wolves, there is about one 40,000-year-old soul beast, one thirty-thousand-year-old soul beast, six wolves that are ten thousand years old, and the rest are all thousand-year-old.

They are born to fight together. In this icy and snowy ice field environment, ice attribute attacks are even more powerful and will be used to the greatest extent.

Facing this kind of encirclement and suppression, ordinary Contras would only be able to escape quickly.

If you have to fight, you can only end up with hatred.

The far north showed its fierce malice towards Fang Ling, a little soul master who had just arrived, and brought the most severe test.

But he didn't care, he stood upright on the spot, with a bit of joy in his eyes, and the Death Scythe, which symbolized death and annihilation, appeared in his hand.

The six black ten thousand year soul rings surrounding him were very eye-catching on the pure white ice field.

The third ranked soul ring lit up slightly, and the huge war scythe deflected. Fang Ling crossed a distance of tens of meters and chopped off the head of the wolf with a scythe.

Blood spurted out and was quickly frozen into blood-red icicles. The splashed blood spots were like scattered stars.

The other giant wolves watched this scene with trembling eyes and "whimpering" sounds from their mouths.

They were not stimulated by the smell of blood, lost their minds, and rushed for revenge as Fang Ling thought.

Instead, he quickly turned away from this dangerous man with six thousand-year soul rings.

After ingesting the soul of the direwolf into the realm of the dead, Fang Ling looked at the backs of the direwolf group as they quickly moved away, thoughtfully.

"The soul beasts in the far north seem to be more rational?"

"Is it because of the Snow Emperor's restraints, or is it because of my extraordinary configuration of soul rings?"

He didn't know it, so he didn't choose to chase him and kill him to death.

Since a dead soul was sent here and then ran away wisely, let's leave a way to survive.

In order to avoid encountering several kings of the far north, they would attack him regardless of the threat of magical skills.

By proactively providing soul power, the Kingdom of the Undead came into full play, and the direwolf was quickly transformed into an undead spirit.

Fang Ling summoned him.

The originally beautiful snow-white fur has turned into the gray color that symbolizes death. It is extremely docile and has no original cold and fierce temperament at all.

It stuck out its tongue and rubbed its huge head obsequiously against its owner's chest, as if it was eager to express endless loyalty and closeness in this way.

If Fang Ling hadn't stopped him in time, he would have even wanted to lick him with his huge tongue and wash his face.

"Good wolf, tell God, have you seen this?"

Fang Ling patted its neck gently, and through the connection with the dead spirit, he transmitted the image of the spirit of resentment to it.

This title is a rule he has decreed in the realm of the dead.

Poseidon conquered Haiyang and won his faith, and Fang Ling didn't need too many twists and turns.

The dead souls are under his absolute control, and they are extremely fanatical in nature. They are the most loyal fanatics. They only need to change their names. If it can be done, the power of faith will be born in the future.

The direwolf carefully recalled every detail: "No, my god, our people have never encountered such red and black clouds in the hunting range."

It also responds along this connection.

"No..." Fang Ling's expression remained unchanged, the answer was expected.

The Arctic Icefield is so vast and the land is so vast and so sparsely populated with animals that it is rare to encounter a soul beast that has a spirit of resentment right away. Even if Fang Ling's choice of entrance is the same as the direction in which the spirit of resentment escapes.

Since there is none, just look for it, he is bound to get the spirit of resentment!

Even if it takes several years, we will find it!

As long as the panel is there, it doesn't matter what the soul power level is.

"Good wolf, come here, tell God, take me to the locations of the group you know on the outskirts, starting from the nearest." After thinking about it, Fang Ling sent a new idea.

The direwolf Necromancer spun around a few times, its long wolf tail sweeping across his face like a broom.

He suddenly paused and said, "My God, follow me."

With four claws exerting force, the direwolf shot out like an arrow from a string.

Fang Ling followed closely behind.

Take your time, start from the periphery, and check one by one.

The spirit of 60,000-year-old resentment was born from the frozen human corpse. Its origin also contains some of the ice world's energy, but it is not strong enough, so it is unlikely to escape to the core circle of the extreme north.

This is why the investigation starts from the periphery.

The reason for choosing the ethnic group is that for the resentful spirit that has been hit hard, the weaker ethnic groups on the periphery are easier to deal with.

It is a 60,000-year-old soul beast, so it is impossible for it to choose to fight against a race that has a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Drifting behind the rapidly speeding direwolf undead, Fang Ling arrived at the general range of activity in the Far North Pigland.

Arctic pig, a pig-like soul beast, is a type of wild boar common in the Far North. It lives in the flat and vast ice fields.

The white mane is like strong filaments, and the thick skin provides sufficient defense. It has a hard arched mouth and a pair of brutal fangs.

The Arctic Pig can also control certain ice elements and can form a layer of strong and extremely defensive ice armor on its body.

According to the book, their attack methods are relatively simple, with only two methods - collision and biting.

Relying on the huge single power, this simple attack mode also shines with a new light.

And the cluster impact in an emergency situation is even more powerful, with white smoke that covers the sky and the sun, leaving no doubt that it can collapse a city from the front.

Of course, this is just a record.

Fang Ling was floating in the air, quietly looking at this group of Arctic pigs that were looking for food on the ice without any of the power described in the description.

The Far North has its own special plant species. There is a type of ice-attributed plant that relies on the ice-attributed energy of heaven and earth to grow and can provide corresponding food to soul beasts.

This group of pigs has a maximum age of 20,000, which is the fattest and fattest pig. It is the Pig King!

Fang Ling attracted it, then selected the target and quickly fell down, swinging the sickle to behead the pig king.

The dark soul ring floated out, and a trace of soul sank into the realm of the dead. After doing the same thing as the direwolf, it still couldn't be found.

Then continue to rush to the next group!

The map of the outer reaches of the Far North was constantly drawn in Fang Ling's mind under his perception.

Just like looking for a needle in a haystack, Fang Ling looked for each group one by one.

There are fewer and fewer types of soul beasts that I know.

Fortunately, there are undead spirits, the leaders of all tribes.

With the undead of various races superimposed on each other, a three-dimensional impression of the outer circle of the Far North has been established in his mind.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the investigation has still not been completed.

Until one day, an ice bird undead being intimidated by the realm of death chirped and replied: "I have seen it."

Make up for the second update in November

Thank you all for your monthly votes and recommendation votes.

The author mentioned the wrong month at the end of the previous chapter, so I have corrected it to November.

(End of chapter)

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