In front of Feng Xiaohan, there is still gray grass, as if there is no end.

But the ground is no longer a soft and muddy gray soil, but a solid flat land, and for some reason the rain does not stay here, let alone be absorbed by the soil, but turns into a thick mist that spreads on the ground.

The grasslands are endless, and the water mist is hazy.

It was originally a fairyland, but because of the gray sky and gray grass, these fogs made it look even more weird.

The roars of demon beasts that sounded from time to time in the distance could make people tremble from the heart.

Feng Xiaohan exhaled slowly, raised his foot and stepped into it.

His bare feet stepped on the solid flat ground, and his heart suddenly became much more steady.

He Xirou suddenly said, "It's so cold." ”

Yes, it's cold here.

But not the wet cold brought by the rain,

It's the kind of cold that is very simple, just like winter.

The relics of the saint are in the same season as the beacon volcano, and it should be summer at this time, even if the dark clouds cover the sun, it should not block all the heat.

It's incredible.

After Feng Xiaohan stepped here, he was stunned and looked around.

He Xirou asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Xiaohan was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "We are lost. ”

The moment his feet were on the ground, the direction of the wind changed, it was no longer a uniform direction, it became irregular.

They have lost the only reference for judging the direction!

That's why Feng Xiaohan will say that they are lost.

He Xirou also noticed the change in the wind at this time, raised her eyebrows slightly, although her expression was still calm, but the hands on his shoulders were clasped together.

Feng Xiaohan said calmly: "We will leave here." ”

Hearing this, He Xirou's heart became much more steady, and her stiff body relaxed.

Feng Xiaohan stepped on the gray grass in front of him and disappeared into the grass.

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Above the stratus clouds,

The figure in the crimson robe suddenly froze, as if he had seen something surprising.

The man was indeed surprised, and the flickering thunder on his forehead sent a deafening thunder through the clouds.

"What about the two little guys?"

The man was surprised and said, "Why did it disappear?"

He had been watching their movements from the sky, confident that he hadn't missed a single detail.

But the two little ones just disappeared suddenly, without any prelude, and if it weren't for the overwhelmed gray grass along the way, he would even wonder if he had slept in the ruins for too long and had hallucinations, all of which he had imagined.

The man thought for a moment and was sure that his brain was not sick.

Something must have happened, otherwise no one would have suddenly disappeared under his nose.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, and this may be the key to solving the mystery of the ruins!

The man fell from the sky to the meadow where they had disappeared, and the gray grass around him fell in all directions as he arrived, as if to bow down in greeting him.

The fallen gray grass shook slightly, making a "rattling" sound.

I don't know if it's blown by the wind, or if I'm afraid.

When the man saw that the gray dirt in front of him stretched somewhere, it suddenly turned into a solid and dry earth, and the mist that had been dispersed in the middle of it suddenly turned into a very wonderful face.

It was only then that he had a more intuitive idea of the strength of the person buried in the ruins.

Being able to open up such a large space for relics is already one of the best cultivation achievements in history. And he used the river as a guide to create such a grassland outside the relic space.

Combining two spaces in one place, this is a great supernatural power that does not even exist in myths and legends, because no one dares to imagine it.

Such a force against the sky is really ...... Great rebellion!

It took the man hundreds of years to get used to this fact, and he thought that this was the limit of the avenue.

But today, in the grassland, the man once again proved to the world that he was powerful!

In the dual space, he was able to carve out an independent small world, and maintained it for at least a thousand years, and the space was stable, without the slightest sign of breaking.

What does this mean?

The man stood there, feeling a little lost.

These self-proclaimed most powerful beings in heaven and earth are as ridiculous as children with sticks and swords in front of them.

The man suddenly had a thought:

All these years of our Taoism have been cultivated to dogs!

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"I see, you actually left such a place in this grassland, and covered it up with space folding, no wonder I have used my constant divine sense to check every corner for thousands of years, but I have not found your tomb. ”

After a thousand years of waiting and waiting, a new variable finally ushered in, maybe that person is really not dead.

Because he didn't lie to himself, today, a thousand years later, someone has indeed come here, and he has discovered a place that he has not been able to discover for a thousand years.

Will these four little ones wake him up?

The man's fingers trembled with excitement, but he closed his eyes and quickly regained his composure.

"You don't really want to die, there are a lot of people out there waiting for you. ”

He muttered to himself as he walked through another gray world hidden in the gray grassland.

Soon after the man entered, Mo Qiu and the others also appeared here, but they did not stop, but walked in directly.

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Feng Xiaohan relied on his sense of direction and slowly advanced in the grassland.

He didn't dare to go fast, because then the sense of direction would be prone to mistakes.

He Xirou always remained silent, although he said words such as "don't worry" and "it's okay", she felt that the hands held between her legs were a little cold, I don't know if it was because of the weather......

The two of them walked for a long time, and the knee-deep mist had faded somewhere.

The usual light rain also disappeared, but the mood of the two did not change for the better.

Because the two found that the further they went, the more obvious the hoarfrost hanging on the gray grass became.

Because when he first entered the Feng Volcano, the weather was still very hot, and both of them were only wearing single clothes, and the wind was cold, and he wore this animal skin short coat for twelve years, and endured the twelve coldest winters.

But He Xirou can't, she doesn't have the tenacious will of Feng Xiaohan, nor does she have the physique that is invulnerable to cold and heat, so she can only resist the cold with her weak vitality.

If this continues, she will most likely get sick again.

But the two of them couldn't turn back, because there were Mo Qiu in the back, Jiang Wen, and countless demon beasts who might have discovered their traces.

The two of them walked forward like this, their nerves and limbs gradually numb, and then they forgot about the cold.

Numbness of the nerves means a decrease in the ability to perceive danger, which is not a good sign, but it will make them much better.

Their speed became slower and slower, as Feng Xiaohan's limbs began to stiffen, and their physical strength continued to drain.

The two spent half a day and walked about fifty miles.

At this time, the sky suddenly began to snow, and the oncoming breeze began to become biting.

Feng Xiaohan took out the leather of the Ba Fang, wrapped it around He Xirou, and then carried her on his back and continued to walk forward.

He Xirou looked at the back of his head, his mind moved slightly, he didn't speak, but his nose was sour.

She was blinded by the wind and snow, and it was not because of the warmth brought by the animal skin......

That's what she thinks anyway.