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The four seasons on the mountain are like spring, and the snowy Guanwai seems to be two extremes, no longer the same day.

The mountain is not big.

But it is a giant peak that is difficult to cross in the hearts of aliens.

It is precisely because of the existence of this mountain that the Nine Heavens Intention cannot completely expel the will of the mountain realm, and this corner of the battlefield will not completely fall.

On this small mountain, there are more than 100 people.

Except for one young Taoist, the rest are all spiritual realm cultivators, and they are not yet five hundred years old.

For the spiritual realm of three thousand longevity, five hundred years old, full of vitality.

Even at the fourth realm of eight hundred longevity yuan, at such an age, qi and blood are also at their peak, and it is the time for cultivation.

......

This is a mountain, and it is also a sect.

Although there are too few disciples in this sect compared to those large sects that have millions of monks at every turn, no family sect dares to underestimate this mountain.

Even the Upper Sanpin Sect could not ignore the existence of this mountain.

Because it's a Taoist sect!

It is a word and a heavenly sect.

Only the master can open up the mountain gate and become the master of one of its sects.

What is the master?

The top of the supreme is the master.

Such a strong person, one person is a case, and he can compete with the three major sects.

And the mountain gate he opened, the luck of the mountain realm, as soon as he appeared in the world, he could enter the three grades.

......

Five hundred years ago, outside the gate of heaven.

A sword was defeated, the blood of the human race stained the mountains and rivers, and the ice and demon races broke through the barrier, hitting millions of miles, slaughtering countless human races in the mountain realm.

That battle was so tragic that even the supreme powerhouse lost several people, not to mention the spiritual realm and the law realm.

In that battle, rivers of blood flowed and lives were devastated.

If it weren't for the appearance of a Dao Lord, who would have forcibly suppressed a demon lord and an ice emperor, and forced back the armies of the ice and demon clans, I am afraid that the sword sky would have fallen.

Later, the Taoist Lord rebuilt the Tianmen Pass, founded the Taoist Sect on a mountain outside the Tianmen Pass, and resisted the will of the Nine Heavens with his own strength.

This is what made Yijian Tian survive this catastrophe.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Dao Lord that even if it has snowed for five hundred years, the Ice and Demon Clans are still blocked from the Heavenly Gate Pass and cannot break through.

In this way, it is the beginning of five hundred years of snowy killing, and the people of the three tribes are killing each other in this heaven and earth.

In the past 500 years, there have been few large-scale battles, and most of them have been hunted by small teams. Although this is the case, the number of monks of the three clans who died is not very numerous.

I don't know how many days of arrogance and blood.

The Great Defeat of 500 years ago.

Let this chaotic area become a vast snowy area.

500 years of heavy snowfall that has never stopped.

......

Behind Daoshan, there is a valley in which flowers bloom and snow falls.

In the vast white valley, flowers are dotted.

Among the flowers, there is a bamboo house, a grass house, and a stable.

At the moment, in front of the bamboo house.

A man in a Taoist robe stood tall, he looked at the closed bamboo door, and his brow furrowed as he heard a rapid cough coming from the bamboo house.

Long.

The cough subsided.

At this time, the man spoke, and he said bitterly: "Little junior sister, why are you suffering?"

It was quiet in the bamboo house, and no sound came out.

The man's eyes flashed with anger, and he exclaimed, "He has been dead for a hundred years! How can you spoil your body like this, and besides, he doesn't want to see you like this!"

The bamboo house is still quiet and quiet.

"Since you don't speak, then Brother Wei will go in!"

The wind rises, the robe swings lightly, and the snow flies.

The man walked majestically, and in a few breaths, he came to the bamboo house.

He stretched out his hand and rested it on the bamboo door.

The force will come out.

But it stopped suddenly.

He looked up at the mountain ahead, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Aang!"

It was a beast's roar, like a dragon's roar that shook the sky.

Then, the earth moved, as if thousands of troops were pushing horizontally.

The figure of the man in the robe flickered, and he came to the mouth of the valley.

He saw a leme, thin horse, coming from the mountainside, galloping towards the valley.

"How is it?"

The man was surprised, the thin horse was sweating like rain, his eyes were bright and blank, and on its back was a crippled body.

Suddenly, the man's color changed.

He sped away.

But it was too late.

The horse, the speed is amazing.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, he was knocked into the air, vomited blood, and fell hard among the flowers.

The thin horse stepped on, the ice chips splashed, and the flowers were scattered.

It came to a sudden stop in front of the bamboo house.

"Aang!"

A loud roar resounded through the sky.

All the people in the Dao Sect stopped what they were doing and looked at the valley in shock.

The wild rush that shook the mountains, the roar of the beast full of joy, were so familiar.

"It's been a hundred years—"

A female disciple was working on a flower, and the flower branch was broken, especially unnoticed.

She looked at the valley and sighed.

On this day, the Taoist sect was not peaceful.

......

Valley.

The man got up, his chest sunken and his bones broken, and he looked at the horse with anger in his eyes.

When his eyes saw the crippled body, his expression changed slightly, was it him?

Squeak.

A crisp sound woke him up.

He looked over.

The bamboo door opened.

But for some reason, his heart was at a loss, full of bitterness.

Seeing that figure, he looked lonely, shook his body, and left.

......

The bamboo door opens.

A woman walked out on crutches.

Her face was as white as snow, and her white clothes were thin.

She looked at the skinny horse with tears in her eyes.

She walked towards it.

With each step, the woman's forehead frowned slightly.

In just ten steps, she walked dozens of breaths.

And ten steps away, she stopped, coughing up blood.

Her face was whiter, whiter than snow.

It's heart-wrenchingly white.

......

"You're finally back. ”

She came to the thin horse, and spoke hoarsely, and she held the horse's head and rubbed it.

It didn't move.

There were tears in those godless eyes.

"Actually, I don't blame you—"

The woman snuggled up to the skinny horse and murmured.

A hundred years ago.

The Pegasus tribe was ambushed, and the Pegasus leader was left alone and left seriously injured after half an hour of fierce fighting.

Three days later.

A heavenly horse, carrying a crippled body, ran eastward.

Three more days.

Surrounded by a team of Ice Clan, Pegasus fights.

Half a day later.

Pegasus hissed in the sky, covered in blood, and swallowed the person on its body in one gulp.

Then.

The blood rushed into the sky, and the snow melted.

On that day, the Ice Clan team died.

Then.

It is a thin horse that seems to be dead but not dead, in this vast snowy area, stepping on the snow.

Occasionally, it is seen carrying a stump on its back and heading east.

From time to time, it can be seen limping and aimlessly haunting this battlefield......

......

The woman held it and muttered, "He won't blame you—"

"Ahem. ”

The woman coughed up blood, she wiped her tears for it, and said, "Mulan doesn't cry, don't cry." ”

More than 140 years ago, the two youngest disciples of the Taoist Lord brought back a young Pegasus beast named Mulan in the wilderness.

So far, the two of them have spent the happiest years of twenty years in the Taoist Sect.

"It's—"

The woman looked up and saw the man on horseback, her brow furrowed.

The person in front of him is weak and weak in his body, as thin as a veil, and his internal organs and meridians have been hit hard by unimaginable.

In the dantian sea, the qi and blood are like streams, and they are not as good as ordinary mountain hunting.

"What a serious injury?

The woman's eyes flashed with a different color, and her expression changed:

"There is no soul!"