The north wind rolled up the white grass on the ground, and it snowed in August.
In the cold and dry northern regions of the Great Zhou, the wind howled. The desert was vast and desolate.
The cold wind that penetrated the heavens and earth was like a malicious ghost in the middle of the night, making people feel cold from their bodies to their hearts.
In such a terrible weather, there were still more than ten riders following the road paved with gravel and weeds all the way north.
They headed towards the desolate and cold north.
Although the group of reincarnators were laughing and laughing, they did not seem to take Qin Jun seriously at all.
But in reality, they were all old foxes.
Naturally, he knew the difficulty of this mission.
However, they were also very confident in their own strength.
With their current cultivation, even if they couldn't defeat the Qin army, they should still be able to escape.
