God, it has not been sunny for a long time!
The snow has been falling for months, and it has not stopped!
In the expanse of white snow, the leaves and branches have long been covered with snow, only the dark brown trunks can be seen, and only the whistling wind can be heard, echoing between heaven and earth.
In the depths of the ice sea and snowfield, halfway up the mountain, the gate of the broken temple was pushed open, making a screeching sound.
The door is open and the wind is rushing!
Cold snowflakes rolled in, and the door was closed again by a strong hand.
"Hoho!"
The fire on the ground was slanted by the wind, stirring the flames, melting the snowflakes that had just been blown in, with a warm feeling.
The few refugees who were roasting inside were all staring at this young man in a white Confucian robe who had just walked in.
The white robes represent the students of the Vientiane Tower.
"Meow!" The white cat meowed lightly, before laying lazily into the arms of the little demon.
The little demon touched the cat's fluff with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I asked if anyone left their names on the holy monument four days ago?" Feng Feiyun stared at these people!
"Drink! It turned out to be a student of the Vientiane Tower, hehe!" A refugee held a cyan sword in his hand and stirred the fire with the tip of the sword, with a strange smile in his tone.
Several other refugees also laughed. If they were in the past, they must have been respectful to the students of the Vientiane Pagoda, just like the slaves met their masters. However, since the Battle of the Holy Lake, the Vientiane Tower's lofty status has plummeted after ten defeats in ten battles.
The reverence for the Vientiane Tower once was gone.
It's like a poor man, watching a rich man eat the best meat and play with the most beautiful woman every day, and he naturally respects and hates this rich man in his heart.
But if suddenly one day, it is discovered that the rich man had slapped his face to pretend to be fat and owed a lot of debt, then the poor man would naturally not think that he was anything special, and would even laugh at him.
Now, the students of the Vientiane Tower are facing such an embarrassing situation.
Feng Feiyun nodded and said, "Wu Pagoda disciple!"
"Wu Pagoda disciple, haha!"
"Wu Pagoda disciple, haha!"
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These people followed Feng Feiyun's tone, with greasy laughter in their mouths.
The corner of the little demon's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes narrowed.
Feng Feiyun squeezed her hand tightly, and then said, "Do you think the students of the Vientiane Tower are funny?"
"The Vientiane Pagoda has declined, and the talents have withered. The few people who can stand the battle have already been defeated by the heirs of the evil sect, and some have directly attached to the evil sect, haha, the first holy place in the world, the first holy place in the world... Haha , isn't that funny?"
The refugee who was holding the hilt of the sword, carved the sword pattern on the ground with his sword, his eyes raised slightly, eager to try, he also seemed to want to defeat a student of the Vientiane Tower.
This kind of thing, he never dared to think about it before, but now he dares.
"There are so many ignorant people in this world!" Feng Feiyun rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his index finger, and said, "Answer me, otherwise, you will die."
"You really think of yourself as a human being. You think the Vientiane Tower is really amazing. It's a joke, I..." Before the refugee could finish speaking, the sword in his finger fell to the ground with a bang.
His eyebrows were pierced, red blood flowed out, white brains, and his body fell backwards with a "bang".
"Hoohoo!"
The cold wind rips and the sound is scary.
The entire mountain temple was quiet, and the few refugees all shrank their bodies, stared at Feng Feiyun with horrified eyes, and said that killing people would kill people, which is too neat.
With a finger out, a life is gone!
Feng Feiyun retracted his finger again and said, "The Vientiane Tower is really nothing special, but only the strong are qualified to say this!"
Although those few refugees were all cultivators, their cultivation base was not high, and the highest one was in the early stage of the God Foundation, who had already died in the hands of Feng Feiyun in an understatement just now.
"You... what do you want to know?" a thin man asked boldly.
"I ask one question, you answer one!" Feng Feiyun said.
The few refugees nodded again and again, for fear that if they nodded too late, they would die in the hands of this young man.
"In the battle of the Holy Lake, which ten people from the Vientiane Tower shot?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"The first one was Ning Fengdao, the second one was Wang Yue, the third one was Mu Tantian... The tenth one was Shi Yelai..."
The Vientiane Pagoda is the No. 1 holy place in the world. Anyone who can rank in the top 100 of the "Hundred Pagodas List" is very famous. Even the monks in these small places have heard their names.
To them, all of these people were like thunder, but they were all defeated in the hands of the descendants of the evil sect.
"Even Wood Talk is defeated!" Feng Feiyun muttered to himself, his brows furrowed deeply.
Feng Feiyun asked again: "Is there anyone who has left a name on the holy monument?"
"No, the three highnesses of the evil sect, Princess Luofu and others have all shot, and several unidentified supreme powerhouses have also shot, but no one has been able to succeed." These refugees were all that night. Looking at it from a distance, it is natural to know what happened at that time.
The thin man said again: "But none of these geniuses left. They will wait for half a year before breaking into the holy monument."
"After half a year..." Feng Feiyun wondered.
"Every six months, there will be a Tiangu eating moon night. This time I can't leave a name on the holy monument. After half a year, there is still a chance. There are a few people who are only a little short and can engrave their names on the holy monument. They They are unwilling to give up, and plan to meet again by the holy lake in half a year."
Everyone knows that the holy monument has magical power. Anyone who can engrave a name on the holy monument will be blessed by a magical power. This kind of power is quite mysterious, just like the "power of luck", " The Power of Faith", "The Power of Curse", etc.
Once you leave your name on the holy monument, you will be favored by the holy monument, and you will become the overlord of an era in the future, so countless people are rushing for it.
"And... I heard that all the heroes of the Vientiane Tower have come to Sansheng County recently to declare war on the highnesses of the evil sect, and the time is set in half a year, and the location is still the holy lake."
Four days ago, the top ten geniuses in the "Hundred Pagodas" were only Shi Yelai and Princess Luofu.
The Vientiane Pagoda has lost ten battles and ten defeats, and the shame is too great. Those Tianjiao who were originally in retreat naturally couldn't bear it. If they didn't declare war, it would be a strange thing.
"I... Can we leave?" The few refugees stared at Feng Feiyun cowardly, not daring to stay here any longer.
Feng Feiyun pondered for a moment and said: "Do you know that there is a Yellowstone Mountain nearby, and there is an ancient altar on the mountain..."
"You mean... Banta Mountain?" The asylum seekers said in unison, their voices full of surprise.
On the ancient road leading to Sansheng County, Banta Mountain is a must!
Feng Feiyun heard the rumors about Banta Mountain from Bi Ningshuai, so he wanted to visit that ancient altar.
"Is there a kind of ancient altar on Bantao Mountain. Someone once sat cross-legged on the altar to realize the Tao, and overnight, from the great consummation of the gods, to the level of giant engines?" Feng Feiyun asked.
In such a holy place, why do these people show such an expression? This is the look of fear!
"Not long ago, there was a world-shattering war in Banta Mountain. The witch shot Sifang Tianhou on Banta Mountain. Tianhou's blood stained the mountain, and the bones were shattered and crashed into the mountain."
"Because Juqing's blood has soaked into the earth, today's Banta Mountain has gathered countless corpse evils, and the corpse gas covers hundreds of miles. It's not a place where people can go."
Feng Feiyun said: "You can leave now."
After hearing this, the few refugees immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They finally saved their lives, and hurriedly lifted the dead monk and walked out of the gate of the mountain temple.
The door was closed again, but the fire in the temple did not go out.
A series of terrified screams came from outside, and the voice was full of terror, as if seeing something extremely terrifying.
It was the few refugees who fell to the ground before they walked 100 meters away from the mountain temple. Feng Feiyun didn't kill them, and they still died in the hands of other things.
Their heads were bitten off by something, and all that was left was a neck with a thick bowl mouth. Blood was bleeding from the inside of the neck, and the blood flowed into the snowdrifts, which were quickly frozen into red ice, like a piece of ice. A magnificent ruby.
The cold wind blew over, and the ruby flew up and hit the door of the mountain temple and the window, making a "dong, dong" sound, like a ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
This scene was naturally hidden from Feng Feiyun's consciousness.
However, even Feng Feiyun's consciousness did not see who took their heads away. The speed was so fast that there were not even a single footprint on the snow.
A terrifying corpse aura covered the entire mountain temple and even a barren mountain.
The corpse is majestic and terrifying, and it is so suppressed that people can't breathe!
"Brother, are there any ghosts in this world?" The petite little demon squeezed into Feng Feiyun's arms, not knowing whether it was because he was afraid of the cold, or if he was frightened by the screams outside. Or, she just wanted to lean on Feng Feiyun's arms.
Any girl not only wants to have a lover's arms, but also wants to have a brother's chest.
The lover's embrace is warm, but the brother's chest is definitely strong enough.
"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Feng Feiyun felt that she was more frightening than ghosts.
"Xiao Qingqing is naturally very scared. Look, those green eyes behind you, and that bloody mouth, such long teeth, and such long tongue..."
The little demon threw herself into Feng Feiyun's arms, and pressed the cat to scream. Her big round eyes were staring at the corpse behind Feng Feiyun, it was too hideous. There was still blood and flesh in his mouth, as if he had just eaten a person.
It didn't know when it appeared behind Feng Feiyun, covered with black hair, and a pair of terrifying ghost-like eyes appeared between the black hair.