Without warning, the world took a turn for the worse, unnoticed by the people who were still breathing, until that winter, when the survivors of the East met the messengers sent by heaven, the people of winter.

He was dressed in white better than snow, haunting every time the snow fell, walking in every demon-infested area, and speaking words beyond the comprehension of mortals. The people believed in him and called him the Son of Winter, and after the Son of Winter descended on mortal earth, true salvation from Heaven followed.

The black trench coat on Di Zi'an's body turned into a white coat at some point, and the colors around him were indistinguishable from each other in the snow, standing on the snow, feeling a thousand-fold improvement, and even seeing the scenery near the end of the horizon.

After leaving the first village, Di Zi'an then met the villagers of other nearby villages, and rumors about the person who held the power of winter, or something, spread ten, ten, hundreds, and the power of the Winter Heart Spell became stronger and stronger, but soon Di Zi'an also sensed that something was wrong.

The clothes on his body have changed to a white feather coat at some point, although he is like a fairy, but it also shows that the villagers' belief is gradually deepening the influence on him. Because the villagers simply believed that the Son of Winter was wearing a white feather coat, they themselves wore a white feather coat.

Does this change make Di Zi'an uneasy, does this mean that he is gradually being bound by the power of faith, and if the villagers think that they can only exist in winter, will they fall into a deep sleep at other times?

That's not going to work. Di Zi'an stared at another nest of demons devoured by the illusion, all the demons in this area during this time suffered from the catastrophe, a few of them were not even inferior to the human-faced tarantulas of the day, and there was even a large bat in the cave that could emit infrasound waves that made the winter ghosts fearful, but that's all.

In front of the perfect illusion and Di Zi'an, who had obtained the Heart of Winter spell, these demons didn't struggle for long, and they were overtaken by Di Zi'an one by one. Later, after Di Zi'an discovered that he believed in the restraint of himself, he rarely used the power of winter, and swept all the way through with his illusion.

The demons in this area have basically been killed, and speaking of which, those powerful characters are not in the lair, Di Zi'an recalled the two large lairs encountered during the sweep, and the demons in them were nowhere to be found.

"I guess I'm going to find the teacher, so what should I do now?" Dizian walked aimlessly on the snow, and he had been in this world for a while, and he wanted to go back.

Suddenly, the flute felt a sense of relief, and turned around, far away, a cyan star hung in the sky, and it hung there, as if it had existed for a long time, and it would always exist after that.

"Is that so, Suizheng?" Di Zi'an muttered to himself, and the next second his body appeared in another place on the snow, and the sky began to snow lightly, and Di Zi'an's figure appeared and disappeared from time to time, each time hundreds of meters away from the place where the previous appearance appeared, and rushed towards the place where the cyan star rose at this terrifying speed for humans.

Although this power of belief is simple and inexpensive, it is estimated that the side effects are not small, but in this world, it is the strongest means that Di Zi'an can rely on.

The cyan stars hung in the sky, and under the flow of brilliance, the black giant snake coiled up, and the huge beast pupils stared at the black demon dragon in front of him, which was not inferior in size to it, and two equally small figures stood on the heads of the giant snake and the black dragon, facing each other.

The black smoke is filled all around, and the dense demons will be surrounded by water, this is not a small demon that wins by numbers, each of them is a big demon who can destroy the city alone, eat all the fear, and the surviving people are rarely met by a big demon, but if they really meet, there is no hope of life anyway.

At this time, these big demons gathered here, and the rich demonic aura was entangled, covering the sky for thousands of miles, but in the sky, the blue stars of the sky sprinkled a gentle light, penetrating the demonic smoke, and flowing on the earth.

"Outsider, you are strong," the figure on the dragon wore a crown on his head and spoke like a giant bell, "but that is not a reason for your pardon. ”

"Help this seat open the door to the outer world of the world, and I can pardon you from death!" A loud thunderous sound came from the mouth of the tiny human figure above the black dragon, exploding between heaven and earth.

The black robe of the blind man was blown by the wind, and the hunt sounded.

"If you were still human, you would have been able to gain the approval of fire and touch the door to the outside world. Yin Lingxiu smiled in a low voice, "I thought the fire had been polluted, but now it seems that you have only sealed the power of the fire with the help of fear, which has saved me a lot of effort." ”

"Weak humans can't do anything. The "man" wearing the crown shook his head, "That's it, since you are obsessed, then this seat will look for a way to the outer world in your corpse!"

The demon dragon raised its head to the sky and roared, and the giant snake under the Yin Spirit cultivation body was not to be outdone, and roared like a rival, black smoke churned and surged in all directions, and countless scarlet eyes ignited from the black mist and surged towards the giant snake. The figure on the demon dragon did not move, as if he wanted to see how the Yin Spiritual Cultivator would deal with it, and the demon mist condensed by these tens of millions of demons was enough to resist that strange deep cold.

Then they saw a pair of eyes.

Emerging from the void, spreading into the void on both sides, I saw such a pair of eyes from the small blind man whose face was covered with a black cloth.

Ancient and vicissitudes, like the cyan stars running in the sky, they existed in the past, existed now, and will always exist in the future.

The pupil of the year.

The dark and deep eyes reflected the figures of many demons, and finally slowly looked at the figure on the demon dragon, in which it was reflected that all things must end.

Just by seeing those eyes, time seems to stand still, all visible and invisible demons can't restrain themselves in the moment they see their eyes, in that deep pupil light, the deceased is like Sifu, time flows rapidly for thousands of years, ten thousand years, these demons see the end of their fate.

It's like spending thousands of years in those eyes, from being young and strong at this time, but dying of old age, and finally seeing yourself in the washing of time and turning into a handful of dust.

What's even more deadly is that it's all true.

It was the real fate, just like the established trajectory, on which everything in the world galloped, and those eyes only let this life experience all this in advance, reflecting the inescapable true fate in advance, one nightmare after another big demons collapsed in silence, and the creatures in the black fog continued to decrease, until finally, the huge demon dragon turned into a shocking skeleton, and maintained a long roar in place,

The black fog in all directions disappeared without a trace, and in this battle alone, the powerful demons in this world were killed and wounded.

The figure on the corpse of the demon dragon was still supporting at this time, and the flesh and blood on its humanoid body continued to fall off under the action of a certain force, turning into white bones, but another force erupted in its body to regenerate the flesh and blood.

Like an endless cycle of reincarnation, flesh and bones, life and death overlap.

Yin Lingxiu's face showed a rare tiredness, supporting such a spell was also a huge drain for him, so Yin Lingxiu waved his right hand upward, and the cyan star in the sky revealed its true appearance, and behind the cyan star, the lake-green star ran out.

Six-star link, Miro is a positive link.

A skilled spell master can comprehend the astral arts to the pinnacle, and even be able to manipulate the starfire of the stars themselves, and lead the sparks containing the power of the stars to other stars from the link marked by the Tai Xuhua Table, which is the pinnacle of astrology.

Curse of the Six-Star Link.

Lead the illusory reincarnation of Miro Starfire to the year, observe the true fate of all beings through the pupil of the year, and then weave an illusory reincarnation illusion that is absolutely impossible to break free.

Everything that appears in the illusion comes from true fate, and this is the link from Miro to the age of the six-star link.

Maintaining such a spell is by no means easy for Yin spiritual cultivators, and this is almost the highest level of secret spells except for the Star Circle Realm. So with a slight wave of the Yin Spiritual Cultivator, the lake-green star cluster dissipated, and the "person" wearing the crown broke free almost instantly.

But he lay on the ground weakly, black smoke rising from his body, and his faces screamed and dissipated.

"Is this immortality because the core is hidden somewhere else?" Yin Lingxiu frowned, "Then so be it," In the sky, the cyan stars have undergone some kind of change.

"Ho, ho, hiss", the self-proclaimed existence of the demon god has never been embarrassed, "you can't maintain that kind of power." The demon god raised his head fiercely, feeling that the time had come to counterattack. But when it looked up, it saw something that made it almost frightened.

In the sky, the cyan star does not know when it fell, it hung above the head of the Yin spiritual cultivator, and I don't know when, the cyan star became a huge clock, on which the symbol is vicissitudes and ancient, the huge pointer is running, as the pointer turns, countless changing scenes emerge, just like the changes of the world, the vicissitudes of life, the picture of the world's civilization changes for thousands of years have been shrunk in it.

And Yin Lingxiu raised his hand, and the huge and quaint pointer was held in his hand.

It turned out that I was locked by something like this. The demon god has an enlightenment, the clock of fate, on which all beings run predeterminedly, such a pointer is enough to lock even every life in this world.

Before you know it, the fire has been used by this man, or is it just a weak human being who has achieved such a miracle?

But it didn't have time to think anymore, the hour hand that was equal enough to give all living beings in the whole world one person and one sword had been swung down.

The year is in full swing.