In the silent night sky, countless stars twinkled, exuding brilliant starlight, together with the cold moonlight, blowing through every corner of this ice and snow world.

In the distance, a touch of white and a ray of red glow appeared silently, announcing the arrival of dawn.

In this black and white curtain, two figures, together with the falling snowflakes, walk in this lonely world.

"Darkness and dawn,

You and I are both upside-down sobriety and loneliness.

That's the flower of memory,

Blooming in the midnight of joy ,

Each of us holds a sporadic lone lamp,

Walking in such an eternal night........."

The crisp voice echoed in the snow curtain, and Ye Qingyan turned his head and looked at this ordinary young man. They started this journey from the day they met at the tavern.

In the words of Hakuya, this is a return journey with no purpose, only time. In the past five days, Ye Qingyan's mentality has been undergoing a subtle change.

Whenever they arrive at a new place, White Night reverses poetry. She didn't know why this young man had such a strange behavior, although she was full of puzzlement, but she still felt countless rhymes from it.

That rhyme allowed her slightly impetuous and anxious heart to relax, and in the land of another country, listening to the voice of the young man, she felt that she could forget, forget her identity, forget her mission.

"Qingyan, have you ever heard of the dojo?"

"Ah......... Haven't heard of it, what's wrong, White Night?"

"Nothing. ”

"Bai Ye, what kind of poem did you recite just now?"

"The Taoist poems of the demon clan were written by the powerful people of the demon clan. ”

"By the way, we're in place. ”

Hearing Bai Ye's reminder, Ye Qingyan raised his head, but was attracted by a red forest.

The flower is white and red, and the petals are smooth and transparent, like amber or jasper carving, a bit of ice and jade. Some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as snow, and some are as red as blood.

This is a merlin, under the perception of the two, every corner, unfolded in front of them intact. "Let's go, I remember that outside the city, in addition to this Merlin, there is a small cabin. ”

Groan in the white night, feel the elegant and chilling plum fragrance. He lowered his head, looked at the little black hammer in his hand, and thought of the blacksmith who was sweating in front of the fire and the scruffy hunter who drank in a mess.

Some people, who seem ordinary and humble, are often the ones who are most hidden.

"Brother Bai, how do you know?"

"I have passed by, and here I have ended a few mundane and ordinary lives. ”

White Night lifted his feet and stepped forward.

"How long have you been stuck at the Yudan High Rank?"

"Before entering the Beifeng Frontier, it was a high-level Jiedan, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, when you enter that city, you should also break through. ”

"Uh......... Really?"

"Really. ”

Bai Ye turned around and smiled at Ye Qingyan. He's a guy who's been through something, and for him, there are some things that he's very aware of.

The whiteness of the sky became more and more obvious, and Bai Ye and Ye Qingyan finally arrived in the depths of Merlin. Snowflakes fell, and cold winds swept the ground, blowing white waves and red withered plums.

"When I stand at the top, I find that I have been accompanied by loneliness, no one to talk to me, the empty winter makes me shiver, and I will ponder at that time, what do I mean when I stand at the top?"

This is a passage written in one of the oldest ancient scripts. Those were the words that the second generation of Emperor Killing had engraved in the second chapter of the Killing Saint Desolate Heavenly Formula, and it could be said that it was the experience he left when he broke through to the realm of a half-step saint.

Even the Taoist poem that Bai Ye recited just now was written by this person. For Bai Ye, every emperor killer in the emperor-killing lineage is an existence that he needs to look up to.

He knew that maybe his cultivation could be the same as theirs, but in terms of state of mind, where they stood was the real pinnacle.

"White ........."

Ye Qingyan only opened her mouth to say one word and stopped, because she found that the white night was surrounded by a red whirlwind. Countless red petals, like living spirits, dance in the wind, surrounding the white night, exuding a rich fragrance.

The snow is falling, but the wind is still blowing. Ye Qingyan's face showed a look of surprise, and countless pale red mist quietly surrounded her, and she could feel the subtle changes in her body just by taking a breath.

Her body is becoming lighter, and it took countless long times before she spit out a mouthful of turbidity, which was the impurities in her body, although not all, but also accounted for a large part, and it was like heaven helping her to enter the country in the future.

"Yesterday's flowers are the most vivid. ”

The white night groaned, he raised his hand, and a drop of black and white blood dripped into the land.

There was a hum, and a subtle golden glow shot straight into the sky. In the sky above the entire Great Iron City, a list of texts slowly emerged in the golden light that soared into the sky.

For a time, it almost shook most of the land of the Cold Night Empire. Countless monks opened their eyes and looked into the distance, where above the sky, there was a golden inscription. The text was covered with golden scales, exuding extraordinary breath.

"In troubled times, golden scales come out, and wind and clouds can turn into dragons......... It's the image of the great murderer. ”

In the Cold Night Empire, the imperial capital, among the buildings and pavilions, an old man gently twisted his gray beard, and his muddy old eyes were full of complex brilliance.

"Forbidden genius, Mo Cheng. ”

"Death Genius, Flo. ”

"Broken talent, Marquis in white. ”

"Withered talent, Baidu. ”

............

"Smoke and rain talent, Ye Qingyan. ”

............

"Fierce and talented, the North Hell. ”

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The Cold Night Empire, the imperial capital. The fifth prince stood alone in his palace, and now he had red eyes. In this so-called golden scale list, he can't even enter the top 20.

"How is it possible, I have the blood of the Fierce Treasure, I am one of the Nine Sons Spiritual Vein, and I was also the best Emperor-level Spiritual Vein at the beginning, why!!"

The fifth prince roared in despair, and the entire gloomy palace was empty, and he was the only one roaring, venting the unwillingness in his heart. But after a moment, the disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes turned into hysterical madness.

"What about the taboo of heaven? I will behead you under the bloody halberd. There is also the slut of the Thousand Pupils of the North Darkness, wait for me, you betrayed me first in the cold night. ”

...............

The darkness on the horizon faded, and the blood-red petals that danced around the white night also turned into powder with the wind and slowly passed away. Bai Ye looked at the petals in his hand, which had the texture of nephrite and a dazzling golden brilliance.

The name of the past was mentioned by him again, and this time there was no accident at all, and the thunder fell from the sky and madly, but he was unharmed.

Bai Ye never thought that a drop of blood that he dripped, on a whim, would bring him such an opportunity. The wind was still there, and in his ears, it was words of gratitude, and he knew that it was this Merlin saying goodbye to him.

He has the blood of Fan Li, a plum tree here, maybe not a high-level plant-based demon beast, but here is a plum forest that stretches for ten miles.

White Night can feel it, this Merlin, has his own will. From the moment he drips blood, this piece of Merlin will use the two places on the gold list in the heavenly dome to thank him.

"I didn't expect that I would also have the opportunity to participate in the battle for the legendary Golden Scale List in the Northern Realm. Ye Qingyan sighed, and his words were full of surprise.

"The Golden Scales?"

The white night was silent, and there were scriptures surging in the sea of knowledge, and an obscure and blunt piece of information poured into his mind. It probably means that this golden scale list is a kind of chance in the north, and unlike the Beifeng frontier, the time when it appears is not fixed.

Its appearance is the real answer to that sentence, those who are destined to get it. In the north, there are four places named Meilin, Lanchi, Zhuhai, and Jushan. The four must be triggered at the same time to make the golden scales appear, and only those who are destined can be triggered, and the difficulty of the conditions can be called a problem for the ages.

Looking at the records of the classics of the Star Silence Sect, there are only four times. Those who are selected by the Golden Scale List will have a title of talent, and other challengers, for the first-hand information of their opponents, are also from the opponent's title of talent.

In addition to the white night, looking at the golden scales, those three in the north can be regarded as well-known geniuses, especially Flo, who is also a disciple of the Western Polar Paradise and the senior brother of the reincarnated Buddha Sha Bodhi.

But the name Mo Cheng, except for some people from the Great Dao Sect who knew about it through the last secret realm, others didn't know about it, which caused the entire northern realm to boil, and for a while, everyone had different opinions, just to talk about why Mo Cheng's name could be at the top of the list.

"White Night, do you have any thoughts about going to the pond under the tree to enlightenment. ”

"A little. ”

Ye Qingyan looked at the young man in front of her who was as calm as stagnant water, she couldn't understand why this person's thoughts were always different from this world, and even incompatible with the cognition she had formed since childhood, diametrically opposite.

...............

"You............ Is it really my child?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

In front of a small thatched hut, some large red dandelions bloomed, and the cold wind blew, and the starry red and white snowflakes were intertwined, flying in the sky.

A woman dressed in purple sat on a boulder in front of the sea of clouds, looking at the black-haired young man in front of her in disbelief, her heart was full of intimacy and disbelief.

She could clearly feel that this was her son, the little guy she had worked so hard to conceive and give birth to in October in Beifeng Frontier. But what she didn't expect was that her son turned out to be a supreme powerhouse who only existed in legends.

The black-haired young man smiled bitterly, his heart filled with a feeling of helplessness. In fact, he just wants to make up for the regrets he owes in the muddy years since he was reborn.