Feng Xiaohan ran for a long time, but the distance did not mean to pull in at all.

After a while, they even felt that the palace was farther away from them, and the snow behind them was still there, and in front of them was the snow of the flat river and the palace.

But Feng Xiaohan knew that this was the place where he had inserted his sword to test the snow before.

Why?

Even though the space is folded and the direction is constantly changing, it is unpredictable, but no matter how it is said, they also have a clear goal.

Looking at the palace, go straight ahead, and there is no reason to go farther and farther.

He Xirou leaned to his ear and shouted loudly: "Could it be the Lost Formation Formation?"

The wind and snow here are not that heavy, and you can barely hear some of the shouting in your ears.

Feng Xiaohan only heard the word "lost" clearly, but it was enough for him to guess what the other party said, and he also said something loudly into the air, but the voice was still not loud enough, and it was blown away by the wind as soon as he started.

Maybe it's some comforting words, maybe it's a questioning of her guesses, or maybe it's nothing.

In short, even he didn't know what he was talking about.

He only knew that he couldn't dig the snow cave now, he was hungry and sleepy, and his dantian was empty, so he couldn't concentrate on solving the current embarrassing situation.

The white mist from his mouth and nose turned into frost and hung at the corners of his mouth.

Just like the snow wolf he killed at the moment.

Feng Xiaohan knew how serious it was to start thinking about it at this time—he was already tired.

So he stopped thinking.

But moving forward will only go back to the same place, and it is impossible to go back the way you came.

If he can't move, he can't think, then he only has one thing to do......

He's asleep!

More precisely, he fainted, fell headlong in the snow, and lost consciousness.

He Xirou let out an exclamation, and fell forward with him again, just as she had been chased by the tiger beast, only this time she was not pressed underneath, but on top.

He Xirou broke free from the shackles of the wolf skin on her body, got up and turned Feng Xiaohan over, so that he would face up head-on, and he would not be suffocated by the snow.

The cold wind rose, stroking the snow particles around her from the ground, and with the swan feathers flying snow, they all fell on her face, a biting cold.

He Xi tightened the leather coat of the Tyrant Tooth Beast on his body, waved his hand and used a palm force to shake back the snow under him and around him, and the position of the two of them suddenly dropped three feet.

But the cold wind was still cold, and the snowflakes fell on the two of them, hanging between her green silks, like an instant white head, looking a little sad.

He Xirou sighed softly, then spread the wide wolf skin on the ground and rolled up Feng Xiaohan...... It's like a burrito.

That's how he did to He Xirou at that time - picked her up, put her in a piece of wolf skin, and rolled it up. Although sheltering from the wind and cold has a miraculous effect, the posture is really indecent.

He Xirou has a lot of resentment about this.

"This time, I'll give you a taste of the shredded potatoes in the pancakes. ”

He Xirou looked at the pale and haggard face on his lap, his eyes gradually blurred, and then he sat and fell asleep in the wind and snow.

It's not about how good their sleep quality is, and they can still fall asleep in this situation.

They were so tired that they hadn't closed their eyes for at least three days, and even if they had lazy in the cave, they would have to rest for a quarter of an hour, or the storm would suddenly blow and the cave would collapse.

Sleeping in the wind and snow, even cultivators can easily get sick.

But this is what they need most now, and maybe after the break, they will come up with a solution to the problem at hand.

......

......

When He Xirou woke up, the snow pit and the two of them were covered with a layer of snow, and from a distance they looked like two snowmen.

Feng Xiaohan is still unconscious, and he is sleeping very deeply, so if he chooses to thunder now, it may not be able to wake him up.

She sighed, the fact that he was carrying the weight on this long grassland snowy road, and he was just sitting back and enjoying the results, made her feel very sad.

He Xirou closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and then reopened his eyes, his consciousness was scattered, he observed the heaven and the earth, and the sea was extremely quiet.

Now I can only rely on her, not the time to be sad.

He Xirou dragged the wolf skin, dragged Feng Xiaohan and walked a few steps, looked back, and saw that the snow pit deviated from the back of him by about three inches, He Xirou took seven steps forward, and found that the distance was further off, so he returned to the pit.

After the snow cleared, she began to fall into deep thought.

Every time He Xirou took a step forward, the scattered divine consciousness would sense a lot of strange fluctuations, and then the direction and position would change accordingly.

She didn't expect that the turbulence in the direction here would be so serious, and the law of direction change was also changing all the time, it seemed that the owner of this place was extremely cautious, and did not want to easily let people master the laws of space.

Is it because you want to screen out those who are qualified to step into the palace in this way?

Mastering the laws of space, then at least you have to break the void realm, but the ruins are in the depths of the Beacon Volcano, and the Beacon Volcano only allows cultivators under the cave realm to enter.

What is the master here teaching?

He Xirou looked at the palace and thought, "There must be a clue, what is it?"

The man above the clouds shook his head slightly, and also felt that this kind of postgraduate examination was too difficult, it was already a great opportunity to go from the Forest of Ruins to the gray grassland, and to be able to pass through the grassland and the snowy region to come here, his perseverance, heart, strength, and wisdom were enough to be called a genius.

Even an old man who has been immersed in this realm for many years cannot be more calm and reliable than them.

Not to mention that Feng Xiaohan is only a spiritual realm, not even a half-step cave.

The man looked at the starry sky and the moon hidden above the dark clouds, and said to himself, "If such a person is not qualified to go there, who do you expect to wake you up?"

This piece of heaven and earth is man-made, and the sky is fake, so the starry sky and the moon are naturally also fake.

He Xirou and the others didn't know that the day and night in their space had changed, not in the day, but at night.

Without these clouds, they might be able to think of certain things when they look up at the stars.

This starry sky is the clue left by the owner here.

That's why the men in purple felt that it was too harsh, because they couldn't find it at all, otherwise they still hoped that the Spirit Transformation Realm could fly into the sky like him?

If space is a piece of paper, then direction is any line on the paper.

The space they walked through was strange, so the straight direction along the way was actually crooked, a curve on paper.

According to this metaphor, the space here is a brush dipped in ink, waving his hand at will, and throwing out the ink spots sprinkled on the paper.

Irregular, dense as the stars.

Painters usually smear ink all over the paper, and in this way, sprinkle white paste on it as a starry sky.

The starry sky scenery drawn by those who are good at this can reach the level of being fake and real.

Being able to convert space into something like this, He Xirou has never heard of it.

That palace should be the real heart of the ruins, that is, the mausoleum.

But is the person buried in that mausoleum really just a "saint"?

At the thought of this, He Xirou's face became even paler, even the cold wind could not make it ruddy for half a minute.

She shivered, but not because of the cold, but from the depths of her heart.

Above the saints!

It was a thousand years ago that there were people who were supremely powerful.