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The snow was falling, and the sky and the earth were white.

The cold wind howled, cold as a knife.

Whoops.

Whoops.

The vast land is boundless and boundless.

A leme thin horse, walking through the snow.

Its limbs were deeply sunk into the cold snow.

Whew!

The skinny horse panted and sweated profusely.

Its eyes were open and closed, deep and dead, without radiance, like the walking dead.

Tick.

Tick.

There was blood dripping.

On the back of the lean horse was a man without sanity, and he was on the horse's back, with his long hair scattered, and his limbs in the snow.

The lame thin horse walked by, and behind it, there were two bloody marks, which were gradually hidden by the heavy snow.

The man was unconscious, his body was covered with wounds, and blood was flowing.

The thin horse and his party went east, encountered mountains and climbed mountains, and crossed rivers without changing direction.

Maybe it's freezing, maybe it's been a long time, and that person doesn't bleed anymore.

But he was still unconscious and did not wake up.

The cold wind blew, and his hands shook and swayed.

His hair was fluttering, and it could be seen, in his hands, that seemed to be clutching something......

Maybe he's dead.

The skinny horse's eyes were blank, and it was walking east.

Rumble!

The man fell off his horse.

The thin horse stopped, turned his head sideways, and there was still no light in his eyes, it was dead silence.

It lowered its head, opened its mouth, and bit the man's shoulder.

And then a flick.

He landed on horseback.

The lean horse limped and continued eastward.

......

On a lonely hill not far from the skinny horse, a group of people stood, looking from afar, watching the skinny horse leave.

"Senior brother, it's so pitiful—"

This is a thin, pretty and flawless girl.

Her eyes were red as she looked at the figure that was gradually being hidden by the heavy snow.

There were five men and two women in the group.

The leader of the man was as white as snow and his clothes were fluttering, and he watched the thin horses gradually disappear, and said abruptly: "It's atoning for its sins." ”

The girl sobbed: "But it's been a hundred years, when will it end?"

The middle-aged woman standing next to the girl wiped her tears and said softly, "Little junior sister, don't cry." ”

Looking at the girl who was still crying, the rest of the four couldn't help but sigh.

Their little junior sister had never been out of the sect, but now she followed them to the gate of heaven.

I don't know how Master Shizun hated it so much that he let the little junior sister come to this killing place.

This is a sword sky, outside the gate of heaven, and in the snowy region.

The heavy snow here has never stopped since more than 500 years ago.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Gate.

I am afraid that it will be difficult for a sword heavenly monk to stop the invasion of the ice clan, let alone the participation of the demon clan.

This is a battlefield, a place of chaos and killing.

Five hundred years ago, the war was raging here, and the hot blood swayed in the sky, and it became cold before it landed.

In that battle, a sword was defeated.

After that day, it snowed here for 500 years.

Now, outside the gate of heaven, there are few large legions fighting, and most of them are small teams fighting against each other.

For five hundred years, the sword heaven has been weak, and I don't know how many days have been proud.

And the owner of the skinny horse is a masterpiece.

What is a masterpiece?

The spiritual realm faces the alien race through the sky, and his life is safe. You can even kill the whole sky!

In this way, it can be called a masterpiece.

Especially that person, if the mountain realm is complete, he can retreat safely before the Ice Clan's heavenly powerhouse.

Unfortunately, a hundred years ago, that man fell.

At that time, he had not yet broken through to the fifth realm!

"Let's go. ”

The leading man spoke, jumped into the jump, and jumped off the cliff.

There was one sentence that he didn't say, because he didn't want to make the little junior sister sad.

That's-

"There is no end to ......"

The remaining six people were silent and followed.

Half an hour later.

Where the seven people were, the cold snow rustled, and in an instant, an iceman condensed out.

The iceman's eyes twinkled, and he looked down the cliff.

"People from the Ice Sect, and the breath of that lame horse—"

The Iceman spoke, killing him.

With a bang, the iceman exploded, ice chips splashed, and cold snow flew.

......

Outside the Gate of Heaven, there was a leme thin horse.

It has been on this battlefield comparable to a flesh millstone for a hundred years.

It walked through the snow and ice, and whenever it found people who were seriously injured and dying, unconscious, it would carry them on its back and walk east.

The people it carries are all alone, all dying people, and only one breath remains.

But it never went where it was supposed to be.

Because on this road to the east, the people on its back gradually lost their breath.

Then it will bury him.

Then continue, looking for another lone wanderer who is about to die, looking for another crippled body.

And so on for a hundred years.

It seems like there is no end.

Every human race who saw the horse was solemn.

......

The horse seemed to be dead but not dead, and it seemed to be alive but not alive.

It has no soul breath on its body, but in its body, there is a wisp of vitality that is immortal.

More than eighty years ago, there was an Ice Clan monk who had a great spiritual realm consummation and shot at a thin horse carrying a crippled body.

On that day, the snow melted on the earth, the thin horse neighed like a dragon, and the hot blood stained the sky red.

After that, the Great Perfection of the Ice Clan's Spirit Realm never came out of there again.

The lean horse walked eastward on all fours in the snow and carried the body eastward.

Ten days later.

The Ice Clan descended from the sky, the Great War broke out, and they vomited blood and died.

The skinny horse is still like that, with no soul breath on his body.

Another ten days.

One of the Nine Shadows of the Ice Clan came, and on that day, the thin horse's body was broken, flesh and blood flew sideways, and its left leg was broken.

And the Nine Shadows left in fear.

From that day on, no other race provoked it, nor dared, nor willing, or was shackled......

It was also from that day that the thin horse's feet became lame.

Lame and skinny horse, walking in the snow.

This is the most unique scenery outside the gate of heaven.

......

Outside the gate of heaven, there are no four seasons.

It snowed all day long.

The horse, which has been gone for three years.

On its back, it was still the same person, the one with his right hand clutched.

He was no longer breathing.

But the skinny horse did not let him go.

It's still heading east.

The speed of the thin horse is not fast, but in three years, it has traveled more than two million miles.

The Chaos Domain is too vast, even if this is only a corner of the Chaos Domain, it is still very large. Millions of miles from east to west, and still not reaching its destination.

So.

Another three years.

This year is the sixteenth year before the Great Qin calendar.

For the first time, the skinny horse stopped when the man who was not breathing had fallen into the snow.

In front of it.

It's a mountain.

Here, there is no snow.

At the foot of the mountain, there is heavy snow, and on the mountain, a hundred flowers are blooming.

The skinny horse gasped, its eyes shining, but it still had no looks.

It moved the man on its back with its mouth and straightened him.

Then, it looked up.

It held its head high.

There was a long hiss.

"Aang!"

Its voice is high-pitched, like a dragon's groan.

Then.

Skinny horses galloping!

Boom! Boom!

The earth is shaking, and the lame and skinny horses are galloping!