The cold wind carried the frost and snow, whistling through the vast and distant sky. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The crystal white tower stands alone on the calm silver sea, cold and solemn, as if it is alone in the ice and snow winter.

Spiral Tower, 56th floor.

The thick door is engraved with an intricate and mysterious seal totem, covered in ice and snow. Thick iron chains are wrapped around the gate, interspersed and airtight, and rust is faintly visible through the ice stains covered by the iron chains.

The wind was bitterly cold, howling and coming.

The thick door was covered with ice edges, and it stood still. The chains were frozen by snow and ice, rusty, old, and ancient, as if they had been blocked for thousands of years.

The isolated spiral tower, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, day and night, is as cold and snowy as ever.

The white wings were stained with a few snowflakes and slowly retracted.

The old man landed smoothly in front of the gate and straightened his cloak.

Several angelic guards armed with golden halberds stood on either side of the gate with their backs straight, like stone sculptures. Seeing the white-robed old man, they all knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully to the old man, and the snow-white wings behind him stretched out and quietly dissolved in the air.

Wind and snow call sign.

There were a few snowflakes on his white hair, and the half of the mask on the right side of his face glowed coldly.

The old man looked up at the thick gate covered with ice and snow in front of him, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he was looking at an ancient history.

A crimson halo of light quietly appeared from the old man's forehead like a silk thread, swimming all the way, and gradually winding into a rich rose.

The dense and intricate sealing runes on the thick door flickered quietly, gradually lighting up red, as if echoing the crimson rose.

......

Yikes!

The sound of ice chips shattering sounded.

The dusty chains came loose and fell to the ground with a dull thud. Ice chips burst out, and frost spills overflow!

The red light flickered, silently extinguishing from the sealing rune.

The old man looked at the door in front of him, stepped forward, and reached out to push the door open.

Call......

The moment the dusty door opened, a chill roared out of the door in an instant.

Bright ice flowers bloom on the ground and walls one after another like ripples!

The biting cold air spread all the way, like an invisible ice dragon roaring low towards the door, everywhere it went, everything was covered in heavy ice and snow!

The old man frowned slightly, and waved his wide white sleeved robe slightly.

As if it was swept away by an invisible force in an instant, the biting cold air screamed and overflowed to both sides, covering the walls inside the door, and in an instant it was filled with dense sharp ice edges!

The white robe is flicked.

The old man walked towards the door with a blank face, and the heavy door slowly closed behind him, making a dull sound.

The room was huge, silent.

The sharp and slender ice edges are like summer lotus flowers, blooming in every corner of the room.

The tall middle-aged man was bound in mid-air, his hands and feet were tightly entangled in thick iron chains, and a pair of outstretched white wings were covered with ice and snow, almost frozen, and they were also firmly restrained and sealed by chains.

The old man looked up at him, expressionless.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of rustling ice ridges growing in low voices from all over the room.

The eyelashes froze with ice and snow, and slowly lifted, sprinkling a slight amount of ice chips.

The middle-aged man who was firmly bound in mid-air by several chains suddenly opened his eyes slowly and looked condescendingly at the white-robed old man below.

The ice chips loosened and fell quietly.

The face that kept shedding ice stains twitched slightly, pulling out a smile, stiff and cold, but with a bit of banter and mockery:

"Yo...... It's rare that you came to see me. ”

The old man looked at him, and his voice was faint:

"yes, I'll see if you're dead. ”

The middle-aged man squinted at him, and his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the empty room, which was exceptionally clear.

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed," he said, chin raised, grinning, "a man like me can't be destroyed by this little blizzard." ”

The old man looked at him tied in mid-air and couldn't move, but his face was smiling proudly, and he slowly shook his head:

"You're still the same as before...... Even if you go to such a place, you still can't learn smart. ”

The man sighed softly, raised his eyebrows again, and a few ice chips fell off between his eyebrows:

"yes...... If I were half as smart as you Hua Lingxuan, I would have stayed in the Star Luo Temple and the Commander of the Elder Pavilion a long time ago, and every generation of girls in Ellen Iss would scream and worship when they saw me, and there were so many love letters that I was afraid that a few big boxes would not fit ......"

"Where would you stay in such a cold and snowy place?"

Xuan Lao looked at him with a smug look and didn't speak, probably confused by the thickness of this person's skin.

"Speaking of which......" The man tilted his head as he looked down at the old man below, "You are now the chief elder of the Elder Pavilion, how could you deign to come to a place like the Spiral Tower?"

He craned his neck and yawned lazily, tears welling up in his eyes. But in an instant, it formed ice crystals, fell off, and fell to the ground and shattered:

"If you're too bored and want to talk to me, then don't be accompanied, I'm sleepy. Go out and turn left, thank you. ”

Xuan Lao looked at him with his eyes closed and looked impatient, and his voice was faint:

"I'm here...... It's to give you a chance, a chance to regain your freedom. ”

The closed eyes opened a slit slightly, and his gaze slowly moved to the old man below:

"Free ......?"

But he raised his eyebrows carelessly:

"Why, you still need my help......? Would you be so kind?"

Xuan Lao raised his eyes to look at him, and a pair of ice blue eyes were solemn:

"The moon god is resurrected. ”

"Hah! I haven't heard such a boring laugh in a long time......"

The smiling face suddenly stiffened slightly.

He looked at the old man below, his brows furrowed slightly: "...... What do you say?"

Xuan Lao looked at him, word by word, and repeated it again:

"The moon god is resurrected. Just a few months ago, Galandelle was unmistakable. ”

“……”

Suddenly there was silence.

The huge room was silent, cold and icy like weeds growing around, making a "rustling" sound.

Half a day.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded faintly.

"You've fought each other?"

Xuan Lao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes." ”

The man hung in the air, tilted his head, and grinned:

"You lost?" the tone of questioning was a pleading.

Xuan Lao glanced at him and did not speak.

The gloating smile gradually dissipated, and the man looked up at the bright ice edges crawling on the top of the room, and sighed softly:

"No wonder...... Back then, the twelve holy angels worked together to encircle and suppress, but they couldn't kill him. ”

Xuan Lao frowned slightly: "This time is different. ”

The man looked at him condescendingly, and his voice was faint: "What do you say?"

Xuan Lao's voice was low, revealing a bit of unfathomability:

"There is no such thing as a perfect resurrection. The current moon god only has a part of the power of the past, and it is not impossible to eradicate him. ”