The autumn rain never stopped for a moment.

The moist and cool air seemed to carry some inexplicable sadness. It seems that the smell of rain is always like this, whether it is a silent drizzle in a spring night, or a wet and cool rain at the moment.

It's an unpleasant smell.

The muddy ground was already sprinkled with wet fallen leaves, clearly pale yellow leaves, and dull maple leaves, and you could still smell the fragrance, even if it was drowned by the smell of rain.

You can clearly feel the aromatic smell that enters the heart, which is the unique rhythm of autumn, the smell of flowers and cinnamon.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she walked on the muddy sheep intestine path.

The road surface is a little slippery.

The white autumn shirt of the yellow nightflower swayed with the moist cool breeze.

The rain is slightly cool.

The cinnamon swayed slightly in the wind and rain.

This wail from nature is so pleasant, it seems to sing the praises of this final late autumn.

When we met again, it was the next year.

Autumn is always filled with a touch of sorrow.

Huang Yekui walked out of Lin Shuying's boudoir, and it was late at night.

The autumn rain never stopped.

They talked late.

There have been many discussions, from the south of the earth to the north of the earth, from the mountains to the rivers, from the past to the present......

Huang Yehua also learned a lot.

About the state of the world.

What needs to be considered at this moment is a very long and difficult future, and the nightflower needs a very comprehensive future without the slightest surprise.

It's a future that's bound to happen.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing in the cool breeze and night rain, staring carefully, as if looking through the autumn water in the sky, to find in the darkness, the only eternity, is also called happiness.

For this.

It's all about that.

Everything is worth it.

Huang Yekui learned from Xia Dongjun that there has been a great turmoil here recently, and what kind of turmoil it is, Xia Dongjun did not elaborate, but with his identity as an emperor, where is the matter in the world, as long as he wants to know, he will know.

Nightshade muttered.

"Falling Snow Emperor City......"

Xia Dongjun's meaning, how could he not hear it.

It is to keep him away from this land of right and wrong.

There will be a very terrifying turmoil next, so much so that even he, Xia Dongjun, will sigh.

So.

Huang Yehua thought.

The reason for the next meeting in this place, most of the night flowers have also guessed.

The monk is nothing more than the pursuit of some heavenly treasure, the holy medicine of the spiritual soldier.

Therefore, I have always been very interested in various dangerous places, tombs, extreme areas and other areas.

Although it is a day when I ate the last meal and did not have a meal, although it is a day when I have an accident, I can't see tomorrow.

It can be said that wealth and wealth are sought in danger.

Huang Nightflower didn't like this sentence very much.

So?

What is this place?

Huang Yekui thought quietly.

The Falling Snow Emperor City is undoubtedly very small, very small, but it can last for 10,000 years, and for 10,000 years, it can still be so under the threat of the major demon cultivators and the major evil cultivators, which shows the strength of its strength.

"Imperial City, ......"

When it comes to the imperial city, it is undoubtedly based on the top city in the world.

Although the Falling Snow Emperor City is small, it is not as prosperous and beautiful as ordinary cities.

But the weather aura is pure and abundant.

It is a place shrouded in the atmosphere of heaven and earth.

Capable people come out in large numbers.

And it's a low-key mystery.

The lord of the Falling Snow Emperor City is......

Huang Yehua thought.

Xue Yi ......

It is rumored that this place existed before the Snow Emperor ruled it.

What was it called at the time?

Huang Yehua thought carefully.

The Snow Emperor is famous, but never revealed, low-key and mysterious, and was an invincible and powerful existence in the world thousands of years ago, and was admired by hundreds of millions of living beings.

The Falling Snow Emperor City was established at the peak of the Snow Emperor, and has been hidden here ever since.

Although the aura of heaven and earth is pure and rich, it is not too remarkable, at least within the scope of Huang Yehua's cognition, this place is not the best area.

Moreover, there seems to be something very unremarkable in the underground of this Falling Snow Emperor City, even at this moment, Huang Yekui can clearly feel the dead silence and desolation of the Falling Snow Emperor City.

It's not an autumn vibe.

Well, yes.

"Graveyard?"

Huang Yehua didn't know anything about this place, but it was roughly guessed.

The so-called cemetery is as its name suggests.

It is the burial area.

A place where many dead people gather.

Huang Nightshade didn't care about that.

It doesn't matter what it is, no matter how strong it is, as long as you don't provoke yourself, you can just sit and watch the dragon and tiger fight with the attitude of calming things down.

Anyway, Huang Yehua is not the slightest interested in this.

It only lasted a few days.

The only people who can come here are the nearby monks, or the emperors like Xia Dongjun who can raise their hands to pick up the stars.

Huang Yehua didn't care about this.

Huang Yekui is holding it, and it is best not to have an eye-opening person to cause trouble.

Most of the times when it becomes the focus of the meeting, there will always be some conflicts and frictions that do not make sense, seeing blood is a common thing, and it is not uncommon to lose your life.

Huang Yehua holds an oil-paper umbrella.

Walk through your door.

In the midst of the autumn rains.

The aura of heaven and earth began to converge towards a certain point in the sky, and the pure aura that seemed to have condensed into substance appeared dazzling and scorching in the rain, and the transparent and holy aura diffused.

It was a transparent color like a glow, and it looked extremely beautiful and enchanting.

The restless pure aura of the weather condensed towards a certain place, which seemed to be an eye in the depths of the sea, and like the center of an invisible whirlpool. The aura of the weather twists and whirls with the whirlpool, and if there really is a black hole in the world, this is what it looks like.

At the same time, the power of heaven descended.

The oppressive atmosphere made the operation of the aura feel the slightest obstruction, and it was not as smooth as usual.

The feeling of insignificance when the thunder resounded through the sky could not be suppressed.

Even the phoenix nightflower couldn't help but feel humble,

There was no action from day to earth, just the usual and rare visions, as are the usual visions that are precursors, acts of ignorance like power and intimidation.

Whenever we meet each other, we feel the wonder of the world and our ignorance, and that there are many strange things in the world that cannot be understood by the monks.

For example.

Just like at this moment.

This is a precursor to the opening of the secret realm.

Nightflower doesn't know.

Where will this secret realm lead, but Huang Yekui and the world must know that there will be no shortage of heavenly treasures and spiritual weapons in the secret realm.

Even things that only exist in legends have a chance to be seen.

In the torrent of history, countless examples are told to the monks. The slightest carelessness in the secret realm will end up deadly, but often risks and opportunities coexist, and how dangerous a secret realm will be, how tempting it will be.

Under the temptation of the Lingbao Holy Soldiers, countless monks put life and death aside, and died later.

If you can find a spiritual treasure or chance, the trajectory of your life will undoubtedly change dramatically, and you may not be able to follow the path of becoming a sage emperor.

This uncertainty makes people crazy obsessed.

Because, you don't know if it will befall you, and there are countless examples in front of you, how many ordinary monks have gone to the pinnacle of life because of the slightest opportunity. If it really comes, he will also become the darling of heaven and earth.

Tianwei is panicked, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

Whether it is a vision of the power of heaven and earth, or a killing game designed by a powerful sage.

Wealth and danger are sought.

A sign of the opening of the secret realm.

Huang Yehua thought.

Huang Yehua holds an oil-paper umbrella.

Staring at the center of the aura convergence, it seemed to be a whirlpool-like existence, and the pure aura of heaven and earth was revolving around it, merging into it.

The time required to construct a secret realm is not the same.

Some complex and cumbersome secret realms can often take months.

And some secret realms will always come out of nowhere when you are caught off guard.

Just as the uncertainty of its coming.

It also tends to be very quick when it crumbles.

Most of the secret realms will only collapse completely at the beginning of the signs of collapse, and it will only be half a day's time.

If they hadn't come out, no one would have known where they had gone, and no one would have ever come out of the secret realm where they had disappeared.

Nightflower has no interest in it.

It doesn't matter if it is a natural condensation of heaven and earth, or if there are powerful sages doing it in secret.

If you dare to say something that dares to offend yourself.

Huang Nightflower put away the oil-paper umbrella.

The inside of my house is always happy and warm, which is a special feeling that I have never experienced before, like a fish entering the sea, like a clear blue sky.

This is the real feeling called happiness.

It really exists.

Huang Yekui closed the doors and windows and walked gently past the bed.

It's the second daughter who is sleeping soundly.

Huang Yehua smiled heartily.

The path that this last creature has always adhered to is the most dazzling hope in his heart, and for this, he can be willing to endure all the injustices and misery of the world.

That's how living beings are.

Emotions are great and selfless.

It's a powerful force that moves people.

It is the ability to violate common sense and break the rules of heaven and the shackles of the world.

Nothing from the beginning.

The torrent of history buries the bones of one era after another.

Creatures never know what to retreat from, but they know the continuation of life, and for this reason, they are willing to sink in hell and suffer a lot.

Even if living beings can't carry the weight of a family affection, at least, most living beings can give everything for it.

Feeble creatures have endured one buried age after another.

But it still has to be continued.

It must be continued,

From unarmed to holy soldiers.

Creatures walk through despair and calamity.

From the darkest of times, a path of light has been sought.

From the dark to the sun.

Living beings use the power of emotion to inform the way of heaven.

Creatures never know what to run away from.

The torrent of history is made up of the accumulation of countless corpses of our ancestors.

The avenue under your feet is also transformed by the blood of our ancestors.

The mountains and rivers that you can see now are such a beautiful and moving scene. Including the living creatures that continue to this day......

It is a miserable and desolate path.