"Emperor Jialing, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?"

On the golden chariot, Emperor Jialing turned to look and saw a fat man looking at him from a distance, waving to him and greeting him.

It is He Jinsheng, the spokesperson of Baishulou on a cold night. In the midst of all the attention, Emperor Jialing nodded, then turned his head and continued to observe the changes and scenes in the golden scroll.

The bitter cold wind blew, ruffling his sleeves and ruffling his hair. An old eunuch stood beside the golden chariot, and he looked at the figure on the chariot, and his eyes never left for a moment.

He knew that His Majesty was old again.

"Kill, kill, kill all!" In the golden scroll, a young man in broken golden armor lay under a dead tree, his head resting on a tattered animal skin. His eyes were closed, but his mouth didn't stop for a moment, he was roaring and hoarse.

That is the Northern Underworld Fengtian, the five princes of the cold night. Now he is immersed in a dream. He dreamed that he had been given a great opportunity, that he had achieved the throne of the Cold Night, and that he had slain all his enemies.

In the sky, the golden scroll changed again with everyone's eyes. Everything that Bei Ming Fengtian did in the illusory dream realm was reflected in front of the eyes of the cultivators in the vast cold night.

"This ............... It just doesn't make sense!"

In the wide ink-sleeved robe, Emperor Jialing clenched his fists. Now he can't help but be angry. The five sons he has always been most optimistic about are precisely the most terrifying of all.

Similar scenes, in this golden scroll, are being staged dozens of times in a row. Some people have entered the treasure house of the Golden Scale List like the young people before them, but some people have made other choices, such as Bai Ye, such as Ye Qingyan, or the great monk Flo.

Outside observers, except for the treasure house and the dream scene, can only see bursts of golden mist rising, and occasionally a figure walks among them, their eyes open, as if they can see another world.

"It seems that not everyone will have the same good fortune as the young man before him, to be able to enter the treasure house and obtain the treasure. ”

"Yes, the five princes are unrivaled and domineering, who would know that he would be silent here and completely lost. ”

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Someone sighed, and his words were full of shock and embarrassment.

"Isn't that the one with heavy pupils, why is he also wandering in the golden mist, isn't he also lost himself?"

"It seems that the double pupils are not as evil as the legend says. ”

"Shut up, what do you know, it must be that this son doesn't know how to use it, such a peerless physique, if it can reach me, it will definitely not be dusty. ”

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In the vast golden mist, the white night walked silently. In his double pupils, what is reflected is a different world, which is different from what he knows, but it can bring him many unique feelings.

It's a story that originated in the sandstorm.

Li Fusheng, a young man, was born in a yellow sand village in the desert of Northwest China. He didn't have any playmates since he was a child, he only knew how to live to survive.

Panning for gold in the quicksand is the survival skill of their village, and it is also a bane, and it is the beginning of a great change.

At the age of eight, no one knew where the horse thieves came from, but what he did know was that they were here to pan for gold. After a plunder, all that was left behind were ruined villages and dead bodies strewn across the ground.

With two pots of human blood and a beast bone, he managed to get out of the dead desert. What unfolded in front of him was a completely new world, and he was picked up from the brink of death to King Lin's mansion.

There, he learned to read, read his first book, and met the woman who changed his life. He became a companion and changed his name to Little Bones, until the place fell and he was once again exiled to a foreign land.

He entered the north and went to what is now Beiliang. started as a teacher, and by chance learned the art of cultivation, but gave up cultivation and resolutely stepped into the official career.

However, in the face of reality, all useless efforts seem pale and powerless. A down-and-out scholar can't compete with the children of a rich family, and a commoner will never be able to marry a woman who is already hidden in the palace.

It's not okay to be ordinary, but it's okay to practice Carrying a broken bookcase, he wandered the world like crazy, and everyone laughed, and Mr. Li from the next village was crazy, because he couldn't get into the official career.

But who knows, the boxes full of books are all incomplete cultivation techniques, wandering the world, just to find his own way, he often buys drunk in taverns, and is often beaten by the shopkeepers.

During those years, no one knew that this old madman was an eight-step peak cultivator, and he was placed at the peak of the Mahayana period powerhouse that is now extinct. His life was as miserable as everyone else's.

But in the end, he rose, burdened with the pain and ups and downs of ordinariness and fate. "The real strong man is not in the brutality and bloodthirsty and plunder, but in being able to protect what he wants to protect. ”

This was the knot in his heart that he had only figured out when he ascended to the Nine Realms.

In the Wasteland, no one knows what lies after the Ten Realms, and even if there are occasional legends, they will disappear soon after. But Bai Ye knew that for him, after the Ten Realms, he only had the qualifications to set foot on the battlefield, and that was just the beginning.

The white night stepped into the golden mist, and the scenery in front of him was a piece of yellow sand. He gently flicked his hand, and the yellow sand was fleeting, turning into a prosperous town, from the town to the imperial capital, from the imperial capital to the ordinary world............ All things were born under his hands.

At this moment, the wind gradually rose, blowing away all the golden mist. The beveling glow shone in the heavy pupils of the white night. It was a vast and boundless world, with dozens of chosen people scattered in various places, but at this moment, they were reunited.

"Fair, once the ideal country of the hosts. ”

In this golden world, where the light was filled, in the depths of countless mist, the old man quietly muttered to himself on his white bone cane. He didn't know how much time had passed, and every time he was born, the world he witnessed was the same as before, and it had never changed.

Over the years, the Golden Scale List has attracted countless geniuses and achieved countless geniuses. Like Bai Ye, the old man has seen a lot, but in the end, there are no people who can get out of the enlightenment pool alive.

People who can see the master's life in the long golden fog, without exception, never die well. The Enlightenment Tree in the Enlightenment Pond is the greatest sustenance for his master before leaving.

"It's an unfair world, heaven and hell, and I don't have the right to choose, only the right to be chosen. ”

A sigh, sad to desolate, full of vicissitudes. In an instant, it spread throughout the entire world of the Golden Scale List, dispersing the endless light mist, and also penetrating this realm and spreading throughout Beiliang.

The world outside the Golden Scale List is already a dark night. Countless people gathered at the foot of the snowy mountain, from the edge of the sky to the top of the mountain, all of them were full of people who came to watch and watch.

"That's ............ Little junior brother?"

A woman's gentle whisper sounded, causing the crowd around to look in the direction where she was standing. What a smart and noble fairy! I can't help but admire in my heart.

The woman was wrapped in a dark purple dress, covered with a white gauze robe, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones, the folds of the skirt flowed to the ground like snow and moonlight, three thousand green silks were tied up with a hairband, a silver carved hairpin was inserted in her head, and a strand of green silk hung down on her chest.

"I think so, let's take a look. ”

Another voice came, equally soft and gentle, but shrouded itself in a large white cloak that made it difficult to see the truth.

The golden picture scroll slowly exuded a bright light in the dark sky, and at this moment, countless broken pictures finally gathered together, and the voices of dozens of people flashed away on this picture scroll that was like half of the sky.

In the depths of the golden mist, White Night still walked on this road without origin and end, he had seen a treasure house, and he had seen people immersed in dreams.

In the flood wilderness, there is no such word as human beings. The white night is silent, the two lich clans are born with a strong body, the witch clan can be said to be the bloodline of Pangu, even if they only cultivate the physical body and do not cultivate the original god, they can still dominate the flood wilderness.

And the demon race, in addition to the physical body, has a racial advantage, they are often destined to break through the realm in the future from birth, and it is difficult to break through again after reaching that boundary.

The Terrans are different, the Terrans are inherently weak, but they are most in line with the Heavenly Dao and have unlimited potential. That's why I value the world so much.

Here, there is the atmosphere of the avenue. Here, there is something that never appeared during the flood. Bai Ye Shenwu pondered, but at this moment, a humming sound shook the heaven and earth.

The golden mist slowly dissipated, and the white night turned around, and suddenly, he saw many figures manifesting out, some holding large knives, some waking up from their sleep, and some standing in place at a loss.

Bai Ye lowered his head, he looked at the footprints on the ground, and showed a smile of understanding. It turns out that the path I have taken is a circle, which is repeated and repeated.

"What happened?"

Someone asked, they are those who are immersed in their dreams, they have been asleep before, and now they wake up, and they are also confused in the face of the greatly changed golden world.

"Look, what's that!"

Someone was shocked and raised his finger forward. Everyone followed the prestige, but saw a golden ocean emerging from the sky in front of them, and countless mysterious and brilliant runes were all over it, constantly looming.

"Boom, boom, boom............"

With a terrifying roar, pieces of ancient and obsolete stone tablets fell from the sky and smashed in front of everyone, exuding ancient divine radiance.

"Could it be that this is the legendary Enlightenment Pool?"

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The crowd stares, the crowd watches.

In the faint golden mist, in the vast golden ocean, a giant tree, across the heavens and the earth, exuding a brilliant divine light, everyone looked up, but saw golden auspicious clouds emerging from the sky, blocking their sight.

"Talents, will you accept my trial?"

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