If luck is luck, it is the reward given by Heaven to living beings, and it is the mercy of God.

Then Feng Xiaohan is undoubtedly one of the most fortunate people in the world.

That year, the flowers bloomed just right, he appeared in the wild region, and there happened to be a dragon passing by; when the cold river was thousands of miles, Guo Mingzhe came suddenly; when Zhao Haotian was hidden in the forest, Cui Weiming came with a stick; Yan Rumo's poisonous skills were profound, and at the moment of life and death, Liu Panpan's sword hung in the long forest; by the riverside, Jiang Wen's iron rod fell, and thunder fell with a terrible roar......

Feng Xiaohan is a miracle,

Every time there is a crisis, there must be a noble person to resolve it.

But this time, he left it alone, He Xirou was weak and far away and couldn't be rescued, it seemed that it was already a mortal situation.

Mo Qiu's eyes were red, and there were tears rolling in the corners of his eyes, and he was murderous.

Before the killing ring was opened, he was already red-eyed.

The sky suddenly cracked, and the dark clouds that had not dispersed for thousands of years finally revealed the scene behind them.

What shot out of the cloud cave was not a bright moonlight, but a scarlet light, like blood.

Because it's a Blood Moon!

Everywhere the moonlight passes, whether it is snow or hard ground, bright red flowers bloom and compete with each other.

There have never been living plants in the snowy region, but so many flowers have grown at this moment.

No seeds, out of thin air!

The bright flowers are extremely enchanting, born in the moonlight, exuding a strong murderous aura.

This doesn't mean that Mo Qiu's killing intent is strong enough to affect heaven and earth—she doesn't have that qualification yet.

The tip of the green sword stopped three inches in front of Feng Xiaohan, as she could no longer move forward, and the air seemed to form some kind of invisible rope, binding them in place, unable to move.

At the same time, there was a coercion coming from the temple, like a mountain, so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.

A terrible roar erupted in the distance, and all the demon beasts in the entire snowy region stopped fighting, looking up to the sky and roaring in unison, the fear and pain contained in it made people shudder.

But more than that, it's awe.

Awe of the characters who hold the power of life and death in their own hands.

These roars came from afar, deafening, and the three of them almost fainted.

Feng Xiaohan knew the demon beast very well and was frightened.

These roars sounded to him more like a pilgrimage, or a sacrifice to the gods.

Although the demon beasts are psychic, they are wild and unsubdued, and in addition to enslavement with strong force, they can only learn to obey if they are recognized.

But these monsters are obviously different,

Because they have faith......

The man who believed in the vision and even worshipped it as a god.

Even the dragon on the top of Xiao Se Valley didn't have such an aura—this was because Feng Xiaohan didn't know that the dragon was the only ruler of the Savage Domain.

Who the hell is there to have such coercion!

......

......

The clouds seemed to have been punctured through the hole, and the blood moon was there.

From a distance, it was like the heavens had opened an eye, red and black, daunting, just like the eyes of the person who suddenly appeared on the temple of the heavens, full of indifference and loneliness.

It was not the indifference of seeing through the red dust, but the coldness of ignoring life and death.

This is a truly indifferent look, the gaze is pointing, the wind and snow are broken.

The demon beast stopped roaring and crawled on the ground, as if on a pilgrimage, probably because the cold wind was colder, and its body continued to tremble.

Heaven is unkind, and all things are dogs,

The saints were unkind and regarded the people as grass mustard.

But in his eyes, the thousands of demon beasts in the snowy region were like air, just like the ants lying at his feet when a traveler looked at the desert in the distance, and they were unwilling to give even a trace of mercy.

The three of them tilted their heads with difficulty and looked at it

Person.

The moment his eyes touched his back, the tears couldn't stop staying, and the ethereal and elusive breath lingered in his eyes, as if he had been scraped by a leaf.

The black robe was like an abyss, and his eyes fell directly into it, and he could only look at him in a daze, and he couldn't move away anymore.

In this way, it is really painful......

The man stood there, his black shirt and white hair moving in the wind, as if he had been standing there all along.

At his feet, there was the white bead, and the soft light made his figure look even more majestic.

A voice sounded in the hearts of the three of them at the same time: "Who is he?"

"Who are you?"

A voice rang out.

The man in the temple looked back and looked in one direction.

At this time, the three of them realized that although he was full of white hair, his face turned out to be a teenager.

Out of the darkness came a man in a purple robe, a cross tattoo on his forehead that shimmered brightly.

That's electric light!

As soon as he appeared, he released an incomparably powerful aura, which confronted that person's aura and weakened it a few points.

The boy didn't answer the question, but looked at him and said, "Long time no see." ”

He still remembers himself, which proves that he also knows who he is.

Ao sighed with relief, put his hands on his shoulders, frowned slightly, and said, "You just stand there and talk to me?"

The young man stood on the white bead and took a step into the void, but came to the side of the nightmare strangely.

"It's been a thousand years, and I've been waiting for me so hard. ”

For thousands of years, he had endless words to say to him, but looking at him at the moment, he couldn't speak for a long time, and finally a thousand words finally turned into a long sigh.

He looked at the young man and said seriously, "Don't do this in the future." ”

"Yes. The boy nodded slightly.

He shook his head slightly, he knew that the other party didn't listen at all, so he asked, "Where is Bai Xue?"

When asked, he tried his best to make himself appear calm, but the hand clenched behind his back betrayed him.

The blood-colored moonlight faded, and the flowers that symbolized death withered, and the heavy dark clouds centered on the hole and faded in all directions.

The heavy snow that has lasted for a thousand years has finally stopped!

Those demon beasts stood still, not daring to make the slightest sound.

The originally lively snowy area became deserted for a while.

The young man's tone was equally cold, without a trace of emotion, and said, "It's none of your business. ”

The nightmare voice trembled a little, and said, "I'm sure you're not going to let her have trouble, are you?"

"I slept, no! I have been dead for a thousand years, and what Snow has done in these thousand years, I don't know, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

He looked into the nightmarish eyes and said in a cold and calm tone: "If you can come here, it proves that you have seen the egg of the unicorn fairy, it is not white snow, I just picked it up before I died here." ”

"It doesn't seem like you know, it's already hatching. ”

"I see, it's not surprising that the eggs of the immortal beasts hatch on their own. ”

"So where did Snow go?"

"I don't know, after a thousand years, you still can't let go, and if you continue like this, it will hinder your cultivation. The boy paused and said, "However, I heard that she opened a sect in the human world, which seems to be related to the moon. ”

Grim nodded, then left, quickly disappearing into the darkness again.

He still had a lot of questions to ask, and when he learned the clues to Bai Xue's whereabouts, he didn't want to delay for a moment and immediately went to the human world.

The young man looked at the side where he disappeared and muttered: "One word of love, so abrasive, why bother to stay for a thousand years?"

He withdrew his gaze and opened it to the Temple of the Heavens

Arms.

The Reverse Heaven Hall was created by Mo Jing, and the aura contained in it reached a very astonishing level, even more than all the aura of the entire twelve peaks of the Changming Sect combined.

It can even be said to be a spiritual vein exposed to the surface.

When Feng Xiaohan Whale inhales the spiritual qi and transforms the spirit, he sometimes makes the same action, is he actually going to directly suck up the spiritual energy of the entire Reverse Heaven Temple?

On the Qingzhu Peak of Changming Sect, the big white fat man faced a big bowl of thick soup in front of him, which was specially stewed for him by Feng Xiaoxiao.

Pick up the bowl and drain it in one bite!

......

......

The white-haired boy only needed one breath, and the Temple of the Reverse Heaven started from the top, turning into a very fine powder, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a small mountain.

The aura of that white bead seemed to have also been drained, lost its luster, was no longer round, and fell on the top of the hill.

In front of the pile of crumbs, there is the white jade stele.

At this moment, it seems to have become a real tombstone, and the people who should have been buried under the crumbs have come to life.

Standing alive in front of them.

The young man raised his hand, and a breath fell on the stone tablet, making a "click, click" sound.

With the flying of stone chips, the inscription that had been polished to fade by the wind and snow became profound again, and the two words that had disappeared resurfaced.

All three of them looked at the stele,

Zhihai, who was already a little numb, was shocked again.

Because of the appearance of those two words, the three words at the very end of the inscription form a name.

The whole world of cultivation has heard of that name, but there are so few records about him that it has become a legend or a nursery rhyme today.

He Xirou couldn't remember the last time she heard this name.

But Mo Qiu knew the name, and even knew everything about him......

The lonely night is slashed, and the cold is cold for thousands of nights.

The ancestor of the Demon Gate, that is, the first generation of Demon Venerable, Ten Thousand Nights!

The strongest main force in the battle of gods and demons, the only peerless master in the history of the Chengtian Continent who killed 100,000 troops and several saint-level masters with personal force, is the highest number of enemies killed in a personal battle throughout the ages.

After the war, he became famous, and the world described him as "a white-haired madman, killing thousands of miles of blood".

He suddenly disappeared mysteriously, and it is still the biggest unsolved mystery, and Tianji Pavilion once had speculation, suspecting that he was not dead, but tore the spatial barrier and went to other worlds.

After doing all this, he finally had the leisure to look at the three of them.

"Is it you, who opened the glass lock?"

Wan Yetian's voice sounded, and these words were said to He Xirou, because she was holding the emerald Sumeru bead.

He Xirou calmed down, handed the beads out, and said calmly: "It's me." ”

Wan Yetian didn't pick her up, but gave her a lot of time and said, "You are very good." ”

It seems that he is not going to claim this artifact back.

He Xirou withdrew her hand, pulled the slightly messy hair behind her ears, and said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Wan Yetian raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "Few people dare to talk to me like this, you are still the first in a thousand years, and you will definitely achieve success in the future." ”

It is strange to say this, how narcissistic it must be for a narcissistic person to think that his attitude towards himself will affect his future achievements? Could it be that the first life he sees when he wakes up is a dog and barks at him, and he may be able to cultivate a human body one day?

But if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising, because these are two sentences, the first sentence is a pity to be rude, and the latter sentence is a compliment to her qualifications.

Wan Yetian looked at Feng Xiaohan, his face was slightly different, and then his eyes fell on Mo Qiu's body.

"Demon Sect disciple Mo Qiu, meet the ancestor. ”

Mo Qiu tidied up her dress, knelt down slowly, and bowed to worship.

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