Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said seriously: "Follow me, don't be left behind, if you can't walk, I'll carry you." ”

He Xirou nodded, and then the two of them went on the road.

In the wind and snow, under the white light, he took her hand.

From a distance, it looks like a teenage couple, unable to sleep late at night, walking together in the snowy night...... If you ignore the solemnity on the faces of the two, this picture should be very romantic.

The two held hands and seemed natural.

It's not that they've become a couple, but they've had too much physical contact along the way, and they've long been used to it.

So Feng Xiaohan took her hand in order to keep her up with her, and in their opinion, there was nothing incongruous.

They didn't know, but the man in heaven knew very well that the distance from the snow pit to the palace was eight miles.

He looked at the two of them coldly, condescendingly, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he sneered.

The man didn't believe that Feng Xiaohan just woke up and glanced at the sky, and then cracked the spatial chaos here.

But the indifference in his eyes quickly turned into surprise.

And then it turned to shock.

This kid is really getting closer to that step by step.

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I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many miles they walked, but the two of them got closer and closer to the black palace, and they could even see the two lifelike black dragons coiled on the doorpost.

The dragon is a holy species, and only Emperor Yuanzong is qualified to use the dragon in the world today.

This person carved the Longzhu Town Gate, and he was also very courageous, and he must have a very high position during his lifetime, and even occupied a position.

He Xirou's shock was no worse than that person, Feng Xiaohan took her to turn left and right, her position was ethereal and elusive, and there was no pattern at all, leaving a series of messy footprints on the snow behind her.

But he really brought her to the gate of the temple.

At this moment, she was speechless, with her ruddy little mouth open, and she looked pleasant.

Feng Xiaohan didn't see such a picture, he was contemplating his brows, calculating with all his heart, and his face was embarrassed

He didn't see the stone tablet too clearly, and his divine sense was consumed too much at that time, because he didn't dare to look at it because of the lesson of going to the wrong room that night and being sent to Changhong Peak by Chen Feng.

Now we are at a critical point, and if you make a wrong step, you need to start all over again.

There are two paths in front of Feng Xiaohan, one is to take half a step in front of the left to reach the main gate of the palace, and the other is to take a step back and then turn right three steps, and then take a step forward, bypassing a spatial change in front of you.

When encountering such variables, he didn't know what to do.

He turned his head and looked at He Xirou.

She had just recovered from the shock, Feng Xiaohan shouldn't have seen her embarrassment, otherwise the atmosphere might have become awkward.

Sure enough, the closer you get to the palace, the less wind and snow there is, and the brighter the light of the white beads.

They don't have to speak loudly to hear what the other person is saying, and more importantly, they can see the other person's face.

This made the two of them feel much more steady.

Feng Xiaohan told her the steps of the two choices, and said, "When I arrived here, the changes in the space were already very small, and it would take a long time to change. ”

He pointed to a path and said calmly: "I will walk through here first, if I get to the gate of the palace, you may walk there the way I told you, if I disappear, change to another way, and wait for me." ”

He Xirou opened his mouth, wanting to say something like sharing weal and woe, but found that he had already walked over there and disappeared.

She turned around, and sure enough, she saw a figure far away, and he was stunned, and then walked slowly towards here.

He Xirou followed his words, retreated one to the right, and then went one step further and came to the main gate of the palace.

As she stood here, a wonderful feeling left her, apparently coming out of there.

It would take at least an hour for Feng Xiaohan to get here, so she took a look at the palace.

The door of the temple is also made of ink crystal, tall and majestic, there is a colder breath than the wind and snow behind the door, the two pillars in front of the door are carved by two dragons on it, the scales are distinct, the claws are like knives, do look up to the sky and roar, even the dragon whiskers are carved out, and the demeanor is realistic as if the real dragon was fixed.

After looking at it for a long time, He Xirou's gaze was slightly scattered, and there was a dragon roar in his ears, containing supreme coercion, and in the flickering dragon scales, the two dragons actually came to life.

Mo Long looked back, then stared at her.

What a pity that Rou Deng's face turned pale, and a sharp pain arose in the sea of consciousness, and he came to his senses.

The snow is still falling, and the cold wind is still running all over the wilderness.

The dragon coiled on the pillar, lifelike, nothing happened......

He Xirou closed her eyes and recited the meditation mantra silently, and it took a few breaths before she regained her composure.

She didn't continue to explore the mysteries of the dragon pillar, although she was intrigued by the beads in the dragon's mouth.

Her gaze fell on the stele in front of the temple gate, which was made of a single piece of white jade, which was the same material as the white jade stele in front of the ruins, but there were no exercises on it, only a few large characters.

But the wind and snow are blowing, and it has been here for I don't know how many years, and the handwriting on it is a little light, and it can barely read most of the words.

"The lonely night is cold...... Days"

It should be a poem with five words, and it is the lower half of the inscription on the stone tablet that serves as the entrance to the ruins.

The sentence "Divine power rushes to the sky, and it is lonely and cold for ten thousand years" is so domineering, and the figure I saw in a trance is so terrifying.

The first sentence of the second half of the que began to show its edge, but it is a pity that the last sentence is missing two words, and I can't get a glimpse of the whole picture.

She shook her head slightly, then walked towards the door.

There is a lock on the door, and the door is fastened.

She tried, but she couldn't open.

After some thought, I gave up the idea of slashing the lock with my sword.

He Xirou raised her head and found that there was a plaque on the door, on which three large characters of ink crystal were engraved, and the calligraphy pen power was not necessarily very deep, it could only be said that it was very neat. But the pen is sharp, and the connection has the meaning of a sword vertical and horizontal.

It can be seen that when I wrote these words, I had such a proud mentality. How many rivers of blood have those writing hands washed in.

Like the extreme confidence in the inscription and handwriting, the words made up of these three words are also very domineering.

Reverse the Heavenly Temple!

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Heaven is the Tao, and the Tao is natural.

All the practitioners are seeking the path and then becoming holy.

"Cultivation is an act against the sky" is just nonsense made up in those romances that have become popular in recent years.

People are the primates of all things, and demon beasts are transformed into human forms when they are cultivated to the extreme, such as listening to the wind at night.

Cultivation is to follow the heavens, and only by conforming to the heavens can all the methods be in harmony with the heavens, generate visions, and display their power, otherwise they are all empty talk.

What's more, the avenue is ethereal, and all the saints of ancient and modern times are only exploring, and have never really touched it.

How is it reversible?

If someone else said these two words, He Xirou would definitely ignore them, and then soon forget about him - no matter how good the person who can say this is, he is destined to have no chance with the Great Dao, and he is not worthy of her to remember.

Even an arrogant person like Chen Feng once said that the world is a chessboard, they are chess pieces, and the Tao is the rule, and chess pieces will only become abandoned children when they jump out of the chessboard, so the sky is irreversible.

The Demon Gate once said that it would go against the sky and be rampant for a while.

But now in the Chengtian Continent, where are there any traces of the disciples of the Demon Sect?

The senior buried in the mausoleum is certainly not a fool, and it is impossible to use such brainless words to name the palace where he rests.

So what confidence does he have?