The wind seems to be rising again, and the heavy snow is flying with the wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the huge valley, it fell into a strange and deathly cold silence, and the snow flew in the sky, as if it wanted to bury this devastated blood-colored land quietly.

Cheng Yiming finally remembered why he had an unusually familiar feeling in his heart when he saw Leng Lango's expression that suddenly became indifferent and peaceful.

The same snow, the same hunting call of the north wind, the same Xiao Xiao killing air, that day, he and Wang Yang, in the vast north, when they finally found the nest of the ghost face, Wang Yang's face also had such an expression.

Different places, different people, but they have the same generous pride to die.

The wind is crying, who is whimpering?

The battle in Yunzhou City has finally come to an end.

But more brutal battles are still being fought everywhere.

The army of the demon world marched in three directions, carrying the supreme demon might, and the defenders of the human world in Greedy Wolf City, starting a protracted tug-of-war. Both sides understand the importance of Greedy Wolf City, and the fate of the entire human world is also tied to this.

In this decisive battle, at the beginning, the army of the Demon Realm won one after another, and the defenders of Greedy Wolf City were defeated and retreated.

But when the No. 6 Demon Domain Fortress was destroyed, and the news of the death of the Ancestral Witch Heavenly Guard swept through every battlefield like a violent wind, the morale of the defenders of the human realm was greatly boosted for a while, and they simply blocked the iron hooves of the demon army of Taotao.

Even on many battlefields, the defenders everywhere faintly counterattacked.

And many player forces that originally had a wait-and-see attitude have also joined the big war one after another.

After a whole day of fierce fighting, the invincible army of the Demon Realm could not advance the battle line even a bit.

Of course, this is only temporary.

Although one Demon Domain Fortress has been destroyed, there are still eleven Demon Domain Fortresses, constantly teleporting all kinds of monsters in the Nine Heavens of the Demon Realm to the Human Realm, and the living forces of the two camps are constantly being consumed.

The flames are turbulent, and who can turn the tide of the tide?

The raging wind and snow finally stopped, and the sky and the earth were silvery white.

Far away in Wanshou Mountain, west of the Dark Night Forest, it was lonely at this time.

The huge mountain peaks that soar into the clouds, like ancient giants, do not know how long they have been standing, still carved by wind, frost, rain and snow, without the slightest wave, indifferently overlooking this desolate land.

It was late at night, and in front of the ancient boulder rock wall, there was a rolling red flame galloping towards it.

The red light dissipated, but I saw a tall and mighty fire unicorn with bursts of auspicious patterns jumping all over its body, and it was shaking its head up, and on the back of the unicorn beast, there was a person sitting upright, and on this person's back, there was still a person lurking.

After a while, the unicorn suddenly disappeared.

I saw this man crouching down with a person who was a head taller than himself, and slowly came to the smooth rock wall like a mirror.

After a long time, he slowly took out a palm-sized stone talisman carving, groped for a groove embedded in the center of the rock wall, only to hear a 'boom' sound, the rock wall that was originally as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest gap, actually slowly cracked, revealing a huge stone door.

Behind the stone gate, there is a huge corridor that is pitch black and long.

The man put away the stone talisman and dodged in without hesitation.

The Lost Temple.

Cheng Yiming's first meeting with Leng Lange was here.

And now, when he stepped into the Lost Hall again, and came to this cold and vast hall again, he was in a trance for a while, and Leng Lango's lingering words couldn't help but appear in his ears again:

"The Lost Temple...... It's the holy land of our ancient witch clan, and I hope ...... I'll be able to go back there when I die...... This stone talisman is the only remaining key that can open the Lost Temple...... ...... it Put it on the Changming Lamp ......"

The giant hall is still the same, and things are not people.

After placing Leng Lango's body, Cheng Yiming sat on the stone steps a little dejectedly.

What is the purpose of a person's life?

To say that everyone in this world is the same, even if it is flying flowers and leaves, ants and beasts, they also have their own lives, but in this realm, in the world, how can it be a kind of thing that can be seen clearly?

If you have great supernatural powers and great magical powers, you can survive in a desperate situation, and you can transcend ordinary beings by giving alms, because you are said to be equal, but the subtleties have never been equal.

For what? For what?

Sometimes, he really can't tell himself what it is for.

There are some things that you don't want to do, but you have to do them by mistake, and there are some things that you want to do, but for various reasons, you can't complete them satisfactorily.

What is it that is pulling in the dark?

Is it fate? And what is fate?

Barely suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Cheng Yiming couldn't help but smile bitterly, this wry smile, with a bit of meaning, with a bit of helpless self-deprecation, in this empty and silent hall, it seemed so lonely.

Raising his hand, Cheng Yiming looked at the quaint stone talisman, and a wave of sleepiness hit him for no reason.

The confusion and depression that had been in place for a long time came to my heart at this time, and I was groggy and fell asleep like this.

I don't know how long I slept this night.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, the empty hall was still silent.

Ever since he had cultivated and stepped into Qi cultivation, this feeling had never been felt before, even in reality, he would not feel the slightest discomfort if he didn't sleep for several days in a row, but at this time in the game, he didn't know how long he slept like this.

Gently rubbing the stone talisman in his hand, Cheng Yiming stood up.

The Changming cup in Leng Lange's mouth was not difficult to find, and even as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw it from a distance.

In fact, this lantern is not much different from the other lamps around him, but somehow, he recognized it at a glance, as if there was an invisible hand in the dark, leading him.

On the Changming lamp, there is a groove of just the right size.

Cheng Yiming looked at it for a moment, and slowly put the quaint stone talisman in his hand into it.

A moment later, from the light lamp, a soft white halo slowly sprinkled out, like a lover's delicate hand, slowly enveloping him, and at that moment, it seemed that all the unhappiness and all the anxiety in his brain disappeared.

A piece of emptiness, a piece of clarity.

The kind of mystery that is only in reality, after being settled, is generally staged in the game at this time.

He could clearly feel the warmth and fullness of the power, slowly seeping into his body little by little, with a soft white halo, and then with the meridians around his body, all over his body.

I don't know how long it has been.

Cheng Yiming slowly opened his eyes, opened the character's attribute bar, and couldn't help frowning.

He obviously felt the increase in strength, and even with his only sense, even if he was facing the ancestral witch tenshu now, he was more than forty percent sure that he would kill it, but why didn't there any change in his attributes?

Shaking his head, Cheng Yiming didn't think much about it.

After a long breath, he strode onto the teleportation array, not lingering for a moment.