Outside Tiandi Mountain, there is a snow-capped mountain that rises into the sky.

This snow-capped mountain is called Plum Blossom Mountain, and there are countless plum blossoms planted on it, so many that you can't count how many there are. It's not plum blossom season, but all the plum blossoms are blooming.

Layer upon layer, the clouds are steaming, the mountains are full of flowers, and a sea of fragrance.

In this ice and snow, it is unique and proud, not afraid of the cold and the cold, not afraid of ice and snow, and it looks iron-clad.

Under a plum blossom at the top of the peak, there is a white-clothed figure sitting quietly, with an iron gun inserted in his side, this person is the world's first plum blossom Zhao Zi.

Since returning from the East China Sea, Zhao Zi has been sitting quietly under this plum blossom, motionless like a wood carved clay sculpture, letting the wind and snow fall on his body.

During the battle with the Headless Horseman in the Tomb of Gods and Demons, he was wounded, the second time in his life.

At this time, the wind and snow fell on his body, which had become an ice sculpture, and the plum blossom gun had also become an icicle.

Soon after, a woman came down from the snow-capped mountain, dressed in white like snow, with long hair like ink, holding a small green dragon more than two feet long in her arms.

The little green dragon is very noisy, and the woman is very quiet.

This person is Qinghe, Huangfu Qinghe, at this time she is quietly looking at the plum blossoms, smelling the fragrance of the flowers. After a while, he said, "Qinghe asks to see the Great Elder." ”

The voice is very clear, very light, a picture of light clouds.

After a while, Qinghe slowly walked up the snow-capped mountain with the little green dragon in his arms, came to the peak, and stopped in front of the plum blossom.

"Qinghe pays a visit to the Great Elder. ”

Qinghe bowed respectfully, and there was a faint admiration in her eyes, but she hid it well. At this time, the ice and snow on Zhao Zi's body were like butterflies, turning into snowflakes and flying up one after another.

"What?"

Zhao Zi said lightly, still sitting quietly, a gust of wind blowing, and his long hair flying.

"Great Elder, Elder Shanliu may be in danger, he is now behind the black mist of Heavenly Emperor Mountain. Qinghe said, although she didn't walk behind the black mist, she knew that it was very dangerous after the black mist, and even the Great Elder of the Mountain Willow might not be able to deal with it.

"How did he get there?"

Zhao Zi was slightly surprised, after the entire Heavenly Emperor Academy was able to walk onto the black mist of Heavenly Emperor Mountain, only two people could do it.

One is him, and the other is the master.

Although the strength of the mountain willow is good, it is not easy to walk through the heavy killing machine of the Heavenly Emperor Mountain.

"During this time, an afterimage frequently appeared in the forbidden land, and that afterimage walked out of a safe road, leading straight to the black mist of Heavenly Emperor Mountain......

Qinghe said quietly, pondered for a moment and then said, "That afterimage is Yan Qing." ”

"Yan Qing?"

Zhao Zi stood up, his eyes looking into the distance, and it was obvious that he was also shocked.

"Everyone says that he is Yan Qing, including Elder Shanliu, but I haven't seen Yan Qing either. Qinghe frowned slightly and said, at this time, it was still hard to believe that the afterimage was Yan Qing.

Zhao Zi was silent, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and then he said, "This little green dragon is not yours, you let it go." ”

Qinghe was stunned, looked at Xiao Qinglong, then at Zhao Zi, was silent for a moment and said, "Why?"

"Because it's not yours. Zhao Zi said seriously.

"Since that's the case, then Qinghe will be released. ”

Qinghe didn't dwell on it, but she was a little strange why Elder Zhao Zida wanted to defend Yan Qing.

After Zhao Zi nodded, he stepped out again, and his figure suddenly appeared in the forbidden land of Emperor Mountain. Even if he is as strong as him, he can't fly directly onto that Heavenly Emperor Mountain, so he can only rely on his super strength to step through the killing machine of the forbidden land step by step, and climb the Heavenly Emperor Mountain step by step.

It didn't take long for Zhao Zi to walk to the black mist, and then stopped.

A foot in front of the black mist, he saw a small stream of fresh blood on the ground, which was the blood of the Great Elder Mountain Willow. He knew that behind this black fog, there was an ancient battlefield that did not know the age, and he had entered it once, but he had not entered it again after a thousand years.

That place, even if it was as strong as him, did not dare to enter it easily.

His first injury was here.

There are devils in the ancient battlefield of the gods and demons in the cemetery, he knows, but the main killing machine of the ancient battlefield does not come from those devils, but from those war spirits that seem to be immortal.

He had walked through the ancient battlefield to the blood-colored swamp, but he had never crossed the swamp.

He was curious about what was behind the swamp, and he sensed that there was an incomparably terrifying presence there.

Seeing the blood left by the Great Elder, Zhao Zi's face sank, his gaze became calmer, and then he stepped forward.

There is a big difference or no difference between the ancient battlefield that Zhao Zi saw and the ancient battlefield that Yan Qing saw. The big difference is that the corpses of gods, demons, immortals and other corpses on the ancient battlefield are gone, leaving only some wreckage.

It doesn't make a difference, it's still so dangerous.

The ancient battlefield was like ink, the stars and the moon disappeared, as if they had fallen into eternal darkness, and the earth was blood-colored and silent. It's an ancient battlefield of unknown age, with crumbling wreckage, rotting armor, and rusty weapons underneath.

Zhao Zi's face was solemn, and he walked step by step with the plum blossom gun in his hand, walking very slowly.

Blood!

There is a stream of fresh and warm blood under his feet.

This is still in the blood of the Great Elder.

Next to the blood, there were still a few black hairs, and the hair exuded an evil and terrifying aura.

This is the evil breath of the devil.

Zhao Zi's whole body became cold, and as he continued to walk forward, he saw an arm that had been gnawed to the point that only a piece of flesh and bones remained. There were two rows of fine tooth marks on the piece of flesh, and a faint black mist.

At this time, Zhao Zi was just standing on the edge of the ancient battlefield, because in the center of the battlefield, there were terrifying battle spirits fighting. He had seen these war spirits more than a thousand years ago, and they were still fighting at that time, and a thousand years later, when he saw them again, they were still fighting.

Each of these battle spirits was extremely terrifying, and even Zhao Zi didn't dare to approach rashly, so he just stood quietly on the edge of the battlefield, his eyes carefully scanning every place, looking for the figure of the mountain willow.

But the mountain willow is already more auspicious.

Beneath a large sheet of rotting armor, he saw a black shadow covered in long black hair. It has a pair of green eyes, exudes an eerie light, and has the power to absorb souls and make people's souls tremble.

At this point, it was gnawing on a piece of wreckage, and its mouth was full of blood.

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