The black clouds were thick, the cold wind was raging, and in the cold other world, Xu Feng felt that the thousands of miles of fields in his secluded mansion had frozen into an ice field.

The flow of divine thoughts in the Mud Pill Palace became more and more condensed, and even a slight turn of the eyes seemed to be exhausted.

There is no doubt that as long as it takes a few moments, this divine thought that falls on the edge of the other world will probably disappear and turn into a sky full of ice stars.

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The cold and old voice slowly became slow and distant, and Xu Feng knelt cross-legged on the bed, which had turned into a real ice sculpture.

Suddenly, his index finger, which he placed on the sword, moved.

Syllable!

The condensed ice fell to the ground like flying stone chips with a crisp sound.

Is it really impossible to hear the secrets of the Shen Abyss Continent?!

Xu Feng let out a light sigh in his heart, but he was also glad that he had withdrawn from the other world in time at the critical moment when his divine thoughts were shattered.

Staring at the seemingly ordinary black sword in his hand, Xu Feng shook his head silently.

As the crystal ice on the walls and in front of the bed gradually disappeared, re-revealing the gray and black color, Xu Feng was also like a snake awakening from his stiffness, and his cold and numb body had a trace of warmth.

Inside the pitch-black house, he raised his right hand, slowly clenched his fist, and punched twice in front of him, finding that his body, which had advanced to the Golden Stone Realm, was not harmed by the cold of the other world.

Thoughts gathered slightly, Xu Feng immediately sensed all the movements within a radius of several miles, and there was a feeling of openness in his mind.

Divine thoughts are like thawing rivers, rushing down, but lifeless. Countless subtle sounds and images from all directions, with clear layers and orderly arrangement, come one after another.

Experiencing this feeling carefully, in the dark hut, the corners of Xu Feng's mouth rose, and he smiled silently.

Since ancient times, it has been recognized in the spiritual world that the practice of divine thought is much more difficult than the practice of the physical body. And for cultivators who have reached the realm of Divine Thoughts Master at the peak of the Apocalypse, it is even more difficult than ascending to the heavens if they want to make further progress in Divine Thoughts.

Many Divine Mind Masters spend their entire lives, and Divine Mind cultivation stays at the peak of the Apocalypse and the moment they become Divine Mind Masters. And after only a few hours of entering the other world, Xu Feng's divine thoughts have made leaps and bounds.

Originally, he could only perceive within a radius of a hundred zhang, but now the glimpses of the floating light within a radius of several miles are clearly reflected in his divine thoughts one by one, such progress is already fast, how can it not make Xu Feng happy.

It's just that the other world called Charon is just as cold as hell, if he doesn't withdraw in time, his divine thoughts will be condensed by the cold aura and frozen to pieces, not only will his cultivation future be ruined, but Xu Feng will really become Xu crazy.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng couldn't help but shiver, only to feel that his body was unusually cold, as if he had just climbed out of the ice cellar.

Wine, spirits, countless jars of spirits, Xu Feng only wants to use wine now to dissolve the body that still feels cold, only the soju that enters the body can melt the cold in the body like a flame, and that extreme cold, the divine thoughts can be frozen and shattered, making people chill.

Not to mention going again, even if it was just a little bit of thinking about it, Xu Feng couldn't help but shudder.

Asteroids, Charon, Pluto.

After a long time, the surprise of the elevation of divine thoughts slowly passed, and Xu Feng was obsessively recalling the information from the other world, as if experiencing an absurd dream.

The Charon that Xu Feng knew was about a myth and legend. In this myth and legend, Charon is a person who communicates between the world and the underworld, and is the ferryman on the River Styx, who specializes in ferrying those who die, crossing the River Styx to the underworld, and the black sword in his hand hides a different world called Charon.

Xu Feng suddenly had an urge to throw away the sword in his hand immediately, as far as he could throw it, after all, what was touched with the word "Underworld" was ominous no matter how he looked at it.

But Xu Feng misses the old and is reluctant to follow him for such a long time. Moreover, the Tsing Yi test is right in front of him, and the Caron Alien Realm hidden in the sword that has experienced divine thoughts is too tempting for him.

It's just a matter of more than an hour of Divine Thought travel, and it will take the realm of the Divine Mind Master to the next level, and at this speed, looking at the entire Shen Abyss Continent, I'm afraid I can't find a second one.

"Ferryman of the dead, it turns out that you are still a boat. Xu Feng suppressed the inexplicable shock in his heart, flicked the black sword, and muttered: "In this way, I am the ferryman, the underworld that the voice said!?"

Xu Feng smiled, although things were so weird, he was born with a fearless temperament, so he didn't have any sense of fear.

It turns out that outside of this continent, there is another world, and the beings of the other world know that they do not belong to this world.

When the voice revealed the real secret of Xu Feng's body, Xu Feng suddenly felt relieved, as if he no longer had to carry the secret alone, just like grass and trees taking root, he took root in this world, and the ins and outs of this world were connected.

Xu Feng has always believed that everything in the world has a cause and effect. And I have never found it, why I came to the Abyss Continent, and now the mystery has been solved, although the truth is a bit complicated and a little terrifying, but after all, there is a cause and effect, no longer mysterious, floating and floating.

The black sword was silent, lying on his knees, looking at the tokens from the other world, Xu Feng seemed to feel the deep malice of those strange and unpredictable lives towards this continent.

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On the second day after the death of Taiwei Yang Lin, the atmosphere in the Great Xia court was solemn, and the lords and officials on both sides of the line stood in order according to the size of their official positions, all of them sinking like water, as if they were under huge pressure.

News of defeat kept coming from the northern frontier, and those soldiers who galloped thousands of miles and brought back bad news were assigned to the lower ranks and did lowly work.

So much so that the soldiers on the frontier would rather go to the battlefield than die at the border pass than be heralds. Even in the military command camp, which was specially responsible for heralding, a lottery began to be decided, and the unlucky guy reported to Yingdu.

After the ups and downs of the Huan Sea, the ministers who were calm on the surface were extremely anxious in their hearts, because in the position on the side of the generals, the first position was still empty, and that was the position where Taiwei Yang Lin stood before his death.

A day later, it was the day of the Tsing Yi test, and at this juncture the court meeting was held, and fools knew what to do.

Everyone in the court, although they don't pay attention to the empty position, it seems that there is a huge magnet or a bottomless black hole, which invisibly sucks everyone's mental strength.

On the high platform made of gold, the little emperor sat expressionlessly on the throne carved by white jade, and on the round silver platform next to him stood a white-faced old eunuch, with a tall and strong body, like a giant pillar supporting the entire court.

The white jade floor is beautiful, and the ministers who stand solemnly reflect colorful shadows on the jade floor. The afternoon sun sprinkled on the main hall, and those shadows appeared very unstable in the sunlight, like floating shadows reflected on the water.

Because of the support of the formation, although it was the middle of winter, the empty hall was as warm as spring. A few flower trees in the corner, blooming extremely charmingly, compared with the gloom and coldness on the street, it suddenly became another world.

Women, in the etiquette of the Great Xia Dynasty, had a very low status. Ordinary women are not even qualified to enter the academy. Song Xiaoying only had the opportunity to listen in the school because of Master Song. According to the etiquette of Great Xia, the ancestral hall of the ancestors, the military tent of the conquest, and the temple of the emperor, these three places are forbidden places for women, and their arrival, according to the interpretation of the etiquette, will bring bad luck to the family and country.

However, rules have always been made by people, and since they are made by people, there are exceptions.

The exceptions are those who set these rules, or who have the power to change them. The royal women of the Great Xia Dynasty were not bound by the etiquette of men and women.

There is even a person who is sitting on the court at this moment, and he is half a body away from the position of the Son of Heaven.

Her cloud bun is slightly slanted, her face is like cold jade, and there is a look of indifference hidden in her black and white eyes. The plain white daqi completely enveloped the jade seat, his expression was calm, and his eyes fell on the sun-drenched shadow, Shaohua's age, but there was a steady momentum, which made people dare not look directly.

Although he sat on the emperor's side, he seemed to dominate the entire hall, like the eye of the formation, attracting everyone's thoughts and attention.