Bocheng does not see the song blowing the wind flow, the snow falls on the mountain, and the moon is cold in the west building.

A few years, three lives of drunken dreams.

June is a cold winter.

Whew-

The North Wind is angry from the sky!

Goodbye burial mountain snowflakes as big as a seat, pieces blown down the loess platform.

This should have been a June day when the sun was burning the earth, but it was snowing heavily on the burial mountain, and it was also freezing in the city.

Spiritual water is frozen.

The people put on winter clothes.

The students also donned their robes.

June is like a cold winter, and this thing is somewhat weird.

However, the literati of Bocheng have not yet recovered from the grief of the collapse of the Holy Heaven, and they are turned a blind eye like the walking dead.

"It's snowing. ”

Burial Hill Academy.

An old priest was still single-clothed, standing in the snow with a blank expression, looking up at the falling snowflakes and whispering.

"This snow...... Where did it come from? Did it appear upside down? It shouldn't have ......?"

A student looked up and stretched out his hand to catch the snowflake.

The snowflakes are cold.

"I don't know. ”

The priest shook his head.

In his heart, the universe has already collapsed, how can he turn the universe upside down?

At this time, many students walked out of the lecture hall, all looking up at the snowflakes falling like cotton, and their hearts were not much shocked, but they were somewhat surprised.

The heavens have collapsed, what is the snow in June?

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The wind, the more it blows, the colder it gets.

This wind and snow are chilling.

At this time, not many literati explored why the snow flew in June.

Not only the literati of Bocheng, but also the literati of Zhou Tianxia, their mentality has long collapsed, and they have not yet come out of the grief of the collapse of the Holy Heaven.

When faith collapses, how can it be easy to re-establish it?

The apse of the Academy.

An Xiu appeared silently in the courtyard, looking up at the snowflakes falling up.

Dejected.

At this time, he looked at the burial mountain, and saw that the burial mountain was even darker in the wind and snow.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he had already felt the darkness of the burial mountain when he first saw it.

This is no ordinary dark dullness.

Instead, it made him unable to see through, with a depressed darkness.

"It's snowing. ”

Donglou came to the snow and looked up for a while.

"Teacher, the burial mountain is darker and heavier. ”

An Xiu stared at the burial mountain road.

When Donglou heard the words, he looked at the burial mountain, and also saw the darkness of the burial mountain, but he didn't feel much, and seemed to point out: "The wind and snow cover the light, and the heaven and earth will naturally become dark." ”

An Xiu wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

Expressions of approval.

Soon after, it was dark.

But the wind and snow did not stop, but intensified, roaring, roaring.

Buried inside and outside the mountain, but reckless.

The night gets darker.

The wind howled.

The heavier the snow.

The time has not yet come.

Woo woo –

A low cry came from the wind and snow in the night.

Hideous ghosts went out of the wind and snow at night.

This cry was very familiar to An Xiu, and when he heard it, the figure suddenly swept out, and almost instantly hung in the sky. At this time, he saw again that the hideous ghosts covered in linen came from their mouths with strange cries as the raging wind and snow swept in.

But this time, the evil spirits did not enter Bocheng to forage for food like last time.

Instead, he went straight to the dark burial mountain.

Before everyone could react, countless evil ghosts had already knelt down around the burial mountain. They are all dressed in linen and filial piety, kneeling and crying, and the strange cry penetrates the wind and snow.

Ringing through the night.

At this time, the literati in Bocheng and the students in the academy seemed to have finally reacted.

And the strange scene in front of him also stunned countless people.

For the vast majority of people, it is unheard of for evil ghosts to wear linen and filial piety. Of course, it is no stranger to the first batch of students of Anxiu Academy.

An Xiu did not act immediately.

He hung in the wind and snow, and looked at it coldly.

He had long felt that this burial mountain was extraordinary, but he had never seen through it, and he had not found any clues.

But.

In less than two years, there were three evil ghosts in the burial mountain.

What does this mean?

Outside the burial mountain, there has never been a ghost dressed in linen and crying.

Evil spirits are invincible and crying only in the burial mountain.

"This Mountain ......"

An Xiu looked at the burial mountain and walked away step by step.

Next to him, Donglou Hao appeared at some point, his brows furrowed tightly, looking at the evil ghost who was clad in linen and weeping below.

In the wind and snow at night.

One by one, the evil ghosts dressed in linen came from all directions, and respectfully knelt at the foot of the burial mountain.

At this time, the gloomy and strange black fog, which arose out of nowhere, gradually enveloped the burial mountain, making the burial mountain even darker.

And the burial mountain is also at this moment, as if it has turned into a terrifying hell.

The people of Bocheng panicked.

But thinking that there are so many literati in Bocheng, so many students in the academy, and they also have world-famous canonizations, I am not so afraid.

"Kill!"

Academy.

There was a priest who roared and killed him.

Then more teachings and teachings roared and killed.

Perhaps this is the only way to make them forget their pain for a while and numb themselves.

At this time, An Xiu did not stop it, although he still wanted to continue to observe, he thought for a moment, and ordered the students to be killed as well.

Only righteousness, and in the face of death, can the teachings and students come out of their grief, and then regain their strength to face the world without sainthood.

and life.

It is a fact that the Holy Heaven has collapsed.

It is also a fact that the world is still there.

Therefore, people must not live in the past, but must face the future.

The past cannot be admonished, but the coming can still be chased.

At this time, the burial mountain was pitch black, filled with a thick and strange black fog.

And An Xiu's heart trembled suddenly, could it be that the Ghost Emperor who broke the Holy Heaven was buried here?

Although the Ghost Emperor's incarnation was not long, it was only a short breath, but it brought huge and indelible disasters to the world.

Naturally, there is no need to say much about this holy heaven.

In addition to the Zhou Tianxia of the Holy Dao, the one with the heaviest losses is the Kunxu Realm.

On the Fushan Heavenly Ladder at the end of the Kunxu Realm, how many outstanding disciples of the Protoss were there? and how many Divine Generals, Divine Marquis, and even God Kings all died on the Fushan Mountain?

Although Emperor Shang relied on his own strength to purify the strange black fog that enveloped the heavens and the earth, even the strange people who had happened forcibly pulled back.

But.

Dead, but he can't do it.

In just a few breaths, the disciples of the Protoss on the Floating Mountain Heavenly Ladder were almost dead.

And the disciples of the Protoss on the Heavenly Ladder of the Floating Mountain are almost the most outstanding Protoss people in the entire Protoss, representing the hope and future of the Protoss......

But.

In a few breaths, he died.

And when An Xiu was horrified, he found that the strange cry in his ears had become different again, and it had become an ancient and sad call.

“...... The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The soul has returned, and I mourn my great business......"

Buried in the palace.

Inside the bronze coffin.

At this time, a strange black fog rolled up, as if it had turned into a huge black sea in the coffin. Feng Qingyan's pale and bloodless face flowed two tears again......

There was a deep sadness on his face.

He was about to open his eyes and wake up.

Boom –

The style building broke through the sky.

It suddenly fell in front of the Void Holy Mansion, west of Bocheng, and west of the Burial Mountain Academy.

At this time, the snow fell on the mountain.

Yueleng West Building.

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