"Why don't you go in and have a look?"

"This mist of light is weird... I appeared here without a sound, I'm afraid it wasn't triggered by some secret of my Holy Gate? It's better to be careful. ”

"Afraid of what?"

"Yes, since the Divine Advent Day thirty years ago, the Great Grandmaster has soared, and I, Great Wei, have been favored by the heavens, and I am rich in Xuan Qi, and now the strong are like clouds... On the other hand, the Central Plains has long been inferior to my northern country.

The Southern Regions even heard that it had suffered a natural disaster.

Now that all dynasties have come to worship, we have long been a country at the pinnacle of power!"

"But my holy gate is no longer the state religion of Wei. ”

"So what, with our status and our current strength, even if there is a curse in this little mist of light, there is no need to be afraid!"

Brief arguments.

Soon divided into two sides of the people.

One side asked to go in and check it out, and the other side disagreed.

The black-haired Holy Gate Master suddenly spoke: "Don't make any noise! ”

The two sides of the quarrel suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, this man with black hair and a sword has great courage and majesty.

Although his expression was proud, with contempt for the world's heroes, his pupils were deep and immersive, showing a kind of conflicting contradiction.

The body is majestic, and the appearance is as handsome as a mountain, which is impressive, and the skin is crystal shiny and shiny.

It's just that the long black hair is uncombed, as if mimicking the myth of a former person, hanging down in the middle and falling on the shoulder.

At this time, the eyes like electricity were quietly looking at the light and mist.

There are a few afterimages.

Eight discrete places.

The current Xuan Xuan of the Holy Gate quickly pinched and formed a formation, and the Xuan Pattern surged, and invisible silk threads intertwined, separating the light mist from the outside of the Holy Gate with a thin layer of shield.

Edgeworth's man moved slightly.

It was the gray shadow that burst out of his figure and rushed straight into the light mist.

This is one of the many mystical methods of the Holy Gate, the "Mountain Character Sutra", although it is not strong, but the meaning of remembrance is very strong, which can be regarded as a kind of tribute.

The black shadows are vast, pulling out one trail after another, and even each one of them penetrates into the light mist as if it has a soul.

It can be seen that this man's attainments are profound.

But, only for a moment.

Bang bang bang!

The shadows were all shattered.

All the Xuan Qi is gone.

This mist of light is actually a world isolated from the mystical energy.

The people in the formation all looked surprised.

But the man suddenly raised his voice and said: "The Holy Gate Master Pang Ban is here, which senior came to my Holy Gate, please tell me!"

He was the son of the Holy Gate of Pang, and now he has passed the age of his establishment, he is domineering and evil, but he has the calmness of a leader and is full of charm.

There was no response in the light mist.

The unspeakable monster had all its lips closed, clearly not wanting to answer anything.

He's a monster.

If the mouth is opened.

That's never to die.

He saw that this was Yunxin Pavilion, and he didn't want this place to become a battlefield.

Because the lake is beautiful.

Because it also carries memories.

Pang Ban's expression didn't move, he just squinted his eyes, and then raised his voice: "That Pang Mou is offended!"

With that, the sword under his feet suddenly emitted a dragon chant and trembled, flying into the palm of his hand, bursting with cyan light in his large hand, which was far wider than ordinary people.

The light soared into the sky, and there were more than 100 zhang in an instant.

A sword.

Full of destruction, full of death.

The sword light slashed into the light mist.

But it disappeared in an instant.

It's like air.

Just like the critical limit of the light mist is the end of the mystic energy and power.

Here, all transcendent beings are to remain mortally humble.

Everyone was dumbfounded, the powerful Saint Master Pang Ban couldn't even survey the light mist...

What secrets are hidden here?

Pang Ban didn't panic and landed.

One order after another was issued.

Evacuate the families of the gang.

Elect a gang that volunteers to go into the fog to investigate.

At the same time, he reported the situation to the current Empress of Great Wei.

His Pang family has a deep relationship with the Xia family of the current Great Wei royal family, so even if the Holy Gate is no longer the state religion, it can still be located in the Blue Sky Mountain, one of the most dense realms of Xuan Qi.

The horses' hooves are rushing.

Arrangements have been put in place.

...

In the mist, two big eyes like hills looked at the world.

One closes his eyes.

All the light of the firmament vanished.

Open your eyes again.

It's polar day again.

The third time.

It's back to business as usual.

The water on the lake is still the same, but the people are no longer the same.

Xia Ji could feel that the underwater creatures near the island were fleeing quickly, escaping to the waters on the shore, if it weren't for the limitations of their ability, they would have to go ashore and escape.

None of them.

It's horrible.

It's so terrifying that it's completely overtaken at the top of the biological chain.

How can these animals not be afraid?

"It's so quiet. ”

On the indescribable body, a huge mouth full of fangs spat out words that did not match the image.

After saying that, he began to be in a daze again.

In this world, it seems that only Bai Yama can talk to him.

A strong sense of loneliness and confusion rushed over me.

But it was quickly forgotten again.

Now he's too strong.

A body that is strong enough to fuse with spirit and flesh, it is hard and rigid in the underworld, and it is hard and rigid in the ninth hall of Yama...

But...

He was also pathetic.

Just as Zhu Wei said.

He's not a dragon, he's not a nightmare, he's not light, he's not dark, he's never been there, he's not ever again, he's not in any camp...

So, there won't be anyone around him either.

Xia Da looked at the little girl leaning on his hair.

He has an ordinary round face, single eyelids, and somewhat pale lips, and his hair is simply tied up and tangled with his gray hair.

This is what the White Yama looks like.

She has lost her nightmare qi, and this is the human world, and her strength is afraid that it is only at the level of the first order of the Xuan.

And who would have thought that the Great Curse, which once terribly conquered the heavens, would now look like this?

The monster gently stroked her cheek with her gray hair...

It's like looking at your own daughter.

Daughter?

Suddenly, many images flashed through his mind.

A sharp headache returned.

It was the sequelae of the shattering of the soul and the crushing of the body.

And all the memories, all the pictures are blurring.

Bleak.

Such as water mist.

Like the old dreams.

If he doesn't do something, when these things are completely blurred, he loses his humanity and becomes a real ruthless monster.

Or rather...

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs.

Then follow a certain law and begin his mission, becoming like the scorching sun in the sky, the bright moon and stars in the middle of the night.

Only he will be greater.

But... So what?

"So, why get stronger?"

The indescribable monster muttered.

He is now a witch, a white night, and unknown.

If he wanted to, he could even start to destroy the world, and in the human world, even dragons couldn't stop him.

"But why?"

At this time, Bai Yan Luo turned over, and the gray hair followed her turn over gently.

The first snow in the north suddenly fell.

Once it falls, it is out of control.

The sky is unstoppably silvery white.

Silver and white fell into the light mist, Xia Ji gathered his strength, let the snow on him, and slowly piled up on the edge of the Cloud Heart Pavilion.

Suddenly he asked, "Have you ever built a snowman?"

Bai Yama screamed, "What is a snowman!!"

The monster's annihilating gray hair turned into bundles of "hands" and began to roll up the thick snow piled high on the ground, and large snowballs quickly formed.

Then, Xia Ji piles up a three-ball snowman.

And then there were four-balls, five-balls...

Bai Yama screamed, "Missing eyes, nose, mouth!!"

The gray hair sticks out of the light mist, like a terrifying snake along the ground and directly into the bottom of the lake, rolling out some silt as eyes, and finding some beautiful colored lake stones as a nose, and the mouth is dipped in the lake sand The gray hair is drawn on the snowman's mouth.

Bai Yama looked at it for a while and screamed, "The hat I gave you!!Why did you lose the hat I gave you!!"

The monster held its cheeks.

After doing this, it entered a state of daze again, and its memory was blurring and forgetting.

Everything that exists has its own limits.

Whether it's ants, gods and demons, or heavenly dao.

It's all true.

To gain is to lose, after all, all this is real.

Bai Yama looked at the snowman she had never seen before, and a strange childlike innocence suddenly appeared, and she began to hold the mud and paste various patterns on the cold and snow-white body.

Every now and then, there were two shrill hysterical laughs.

In the light mist, her hands were raised with crystal snowflakes.

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