The northernmost part of the Eastern Continent is a vast ice field.
The perennial ice and snow and the freezing temperature of dripping water are enough to kill all weak beings, leaving only the thick-skinned murderous beasts.
The black afterimage was particularly conspicuous in the overwhelming snow. Someone was running very fast. In a blink of an eye, I climbed the peak among the clouds, passed through countless palace walls and pavilions, and came to the tallest palace.
A visitor like Wanren Xuefeng can also be like walking on the ground, and he can only stand outside the hall, respectfully waiting for the communication.
Finally, the palace door opened. The colorful lanterns suddenly poured out, accompanied by the warm and intoxicating wind and the savage silk and bamboo, the visitors walked into the hall.
The gate of the temple closed behind him, and the flying snow in the sky changed to the spring and March.
At the end of the splendid golden hall, in the drapery curtains, a slender figure of a woman was reflected, leaning on the soft golden quilted couch.
Even if the face cannot be seen clearly through the gauze, everyone who sees this scene will have an inexplicable intuition, thinking that she is a peerless beauty.
The person in the tent didn't move, and the visitor didn't dare to look up, but he could feel a sharp gaze falling on him, as if his skin and bones would be split inch by inch at any time.
He made up his mind, knelt down and bowed,
"Palace lord, someone met your Majesty at the western border."
After a long while, the person kneeling down in cold sweat did not stretch out a hand from the gauze tent.
Delicate and soft, like an orchid waiting to be planted.
For a time, it seemed that the incense in the hall was full of fragrance.
The hand waved, Sizhu and singing and dancing were silent for a moment. The musician and dancer silently retreated.
The kneeling person held up a crystal clear bead, "The spies we placed in the Bi Palace carry a photo bead with him. The last image sent back before his death is Your Majesty."
With a slender hand, the beads stopped at her fingertips.
Playing with Pearl, she got up from the tent. With a soft and boneless figure, she was wrapped in a light and clear jade-colored gauze.
She stood barefoot on the glazed bricks that could be seen.
The bricks reflected her dusty eyebrows.
The reliefs and bright pearls on the gold bi, the palace lanterns and colored ribbons on the painting beams all dimmed together.
Yu Zhanmei suddenly felt a little boring, because she was so beautiful, but no one dared to look at her here.
She seemed to feel something when the Juggernaut stepped into the wasteland. But the saint is above, no matter what she wants to do, she can't stop it, or even ask.
Now that the sage is gone, Yu Shi is seriously injured, she is going to leave the East Land, who can stop her
The Northern Emperor's deadline is approaching, and the gentleman at the academy is also getting old.
The woman looked at the beads and smiled, like the spring breeze in March blowing innumerable willows on the river bank.
Her voice also seemed to be intoxicated in the spring breeze, "Let's go, go to see your Majesty."
"Palace Lord get up and drive—"
"Palace Lord get up and drive—"
The announcements that sounded one after another spread out, echoing from countless palaces and palaces to the silent Xuefeng. From the bright yellow glazed tiles to the green pines on the edge of the cliff, the snow on them has been shaken off.
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The night was vast, and the cold moon broke through the clouds.
Yin Biyue was sitting on a big tree, wrapped in a black cloak, covered by a dense and huge canopy, and his figure was almost invisible.
Compared to the fat sheep to be slaughtered in Donglu at first, no hunter would provoke him easily now.
As far as he can see, he can already see the borders of the wasteland. After calculating the itinerary, you can get out of here tomorrow and reach the nearest village and town.
Under the cold and bright moonlight, he took out the book in his arms. It was the "Evil Charming Immortal Chang Leng Qiao Concubine" that Mr. Zhang Yuan gave him.
Yin Biyue thought it was a book of rumors, but it wasn't until he started reading the first book three nights ago that he realized that it was a few manuals.
It's still the handwritten notes of Ling Xiao, who is truly immortal.
There is no inheritance of exercises, no swordsmanship and swordsmanship, only daily life and practice, even a little trivial. If it weren't for the correct age and major events, and the handwriting was the same as the remnants of the Lingxiao Sword in the library of the school, it was almost impossible to tell that this was the life of a true immortal.
Yin Biyue couldn't believe it at first, and compared the details with the historical books he had read, he found that these manuals were more logically scrutinized. There are also reasonable explanations for some of the doubts about the 'Era of All Saints' and 'Dao and Demon Wars'.
He has never been so close to the truth of history, but the more he looks at it, the more frightened he becomes, because Yi Lingxiao's narrative tone is like a traveler.
"Mo Changyuan's two hundred and five-year-old, the concept is not reliable. There will be a war tomorrow, people's hearts are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead..."
Who would have thought that before the earth-shattering Dao and Demon War, Yi Lingxiao would write such words.
Later, the notes became more and more scribbled, indicating that the recorder was restless.
"I saw Mo Changyuan today. He has changed. Compared with when I was a child, I no longer recognize him..."
"He couldn't look back. I killed him. I didn't want that."
"I didn't have a good life in this life, it's too bad."
Yin Biyue closed the book, and endless confusion surged up.
The description of the notes is brief, but inexplicably very visual. Yin Biyue couldn't help but think that if he meant Lingxiao and wanted to write something to stay, he would also write like that.
It will also have a funny and boring name like 'Xie Mei Xian Chang Leng Qiao Fei'.
But if Yi Lingxiao is really a transmigrator, then what kind of world is this
Yi Lingxiao looks like the protagonist in the X-point article.
Yin Biyue shook her head slowly, and felt that this world could not be handled with common sense.
At first, he thought that his senior brother was the protagonist, but when he jumped off the cliff, there was a senior who passed on the practice and it was a scam.
Later, he met the number one master in the world, and felt that such a dashing winner in life should always be the protagonist. As a result, the master entered the sword grave alone and did not know when he would return.
He put the book in his arms. Through the shadows of the trees, I looked at the bright moon above the nine heavens.
I suddenly remembered that my brother was in Cangya, and looked up at the same moon.
There is a saying called, 'The end of the world is at this time'. The more Yin Bi thought of this, the quieter he became.
Coming here to practice by myself is more real and more sense of belonging than the long life in the past. It doesn't matter whether the world has a script or not, even with a 'villain vicious' halo, I don't want to be a villain anymore.
He just wants to work hard to practice swordsmanship, to become stronger, and to live a good life. I want to live up to Master's trust and change the star's trajectory and destiny.
Yin Biyue laughed, then turned her head abruptly, catching her breath and concentrating.
The fighting life along the way has improved not only his fighting consciousness, but also his five senses and judgment.
It was a group of mighty people traversing the wasteland, and in the middle of the group was a chariot as tall as a palace.
The four powerhouses of the Mahayana realm carried the chariot, shrinking into an inch, and although the speed was fast, the chariot was stable and motionless like a mountain.
They came from the north with the chilling coldness of the ice field. The Baili Wasteland was deadly silent in the night.
Yin Biyue guessed the identities of these people, and clearly knew that he was no match for anyone carrying the chariot, let alone the graceful figures in the curtain.
He looked north, and faintly saw the snow peak among the clouds and mist, isolated and unattainable.
The Golden Palace, the most powerful of the twelve houses, is on it, inheriting the foundation before the division of the magic palace.
Tongtian Xuefeng was supposed to be as cold and silent as a grave.
But in fact, thousands of years have passed, and no one does not know the extravagance and prosperity there.
'The Golden Palace can satisfy everyone's illusions about the Miaomiao fairyland', even if it is only in the legend, it is enough to make people imagine.
Although the royal family in the northern land chimes and eats, the people of the northern imperial capital are also prosperous and happy. The entire imperial city, from the palaces and palaces to the ordinary streets, is a splendid scene. The smell of wine and meat in Zhumen is often found, but it is hard to see frozen bones on the roadside.
Donglu is another extreme. There is fairyland on the snow peaks and purgatory on the wasteland.
There are extreme scarcity and extreme luxury. Some people loot for a living, and some people live in precarious situations.
Because the palace lord on the throne likes extravagance, so the ice and snow are also soft red.
Yin Biyue never expected to meet this palace master so soon.
Even if you can only see a single figure vaguely across the wilderness, across the vast night and the drapery on the chariot, you will feel extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous.
He knew that the powerhouse of such a realm was close to him, and that every grass and tree on the wasteland could not be hidden from his eyes and ears, and it was meaningless to do or not to do anything.
So at the moment he just held his breath and watched the team disappear in the blink of an eye on the border of the wasteland. Glad they were on their way.
His right hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword.
He thought that his progress was already very fast, only to realize that facing the world's few peerless powerhouses, he was still as low as an ant grass mustard.
Still not strong enough.
The Yihu Sword hummed in the night wind, seemingly unwilling, and seemed to echo the master's wishes.
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The Cangya disciples had been cruising around the northern border for many days, and there was no trace of demon cultivators in the towns and villages, so they diverted to Da Nang, a floating seaside.
If a magician wants to come from the East, he must cross the sea. Now the merchant ships going to and from the East Land have already received the news from Cangya Mountain, and all of them have been suspended. The customs inspections that have not been used for many years have been restarted. No matter where the ships come from, they must be interrogated when they enter the port, and they will undergo an array of magic breath detection.
Luo Mingchuan was worried that the formation would be in disrepair, and after he came to Da Nang, he deliberately tried to strengthen it and did not leave for a while.
Because of the magic cultivator's entry into the Western Continent, the hustle and bustle of the port in the past was quite deserted, and several large ships and the lighthouse standing not far away were silent in the sea breeze.
At the end of the field of vision, the thin line connecting the sea and the sky, a few white seabirds hovered low.
Suddenly a little black broke the silence of blue and white, dividing the water and breaking the waves, and the speed was unbelievable. In a blink of an eye, it was more than ten feet closer to the shore, so close that I could clearly see the silhouette standing on the bow.
The disciples on the shore were horrified, such a small boat can cross the vast ocean, and there must be a strong man to control it.
"Not good! It's a boat from the east! Quickly inform Senior Brother Luo!"
"who?!"
The ship was still far from the port, and the people on the bow jumped up, stepping on the waves, almost swaying.
The visitor was shrouded in a black cloak, revealing only his thin, pale jaw. Although there is no magic breath, the bloody killing energy can almost condense into the substance, and the person can't breathe.
Five or six Cangya disciples wanted to draw their swords, but found that under such power, they couldn't even hold the hilt with their fingers.
The next moment, the white sleeves and robes flew between the sea and the sky, and they suddenly felt relieved, with happy expressions on their faces, "Senior Brother Luo is here!"
The visitor had reached the shore and stopped in front of Luo Mingchuan. The sea was suddenly calm and calm, as if all the invisible blood and anger had dissipated.
Luo Mingchuan smiled lightly.
The hood of the cloak was taken off, the sea breeze was howling, and the black hair and the white hair were intertwined.