(Maopu Chinese) At night, Zhao Feng stood in the backyard thinking about something, and the entire Lin'an City gradually quieted down with the arrival of night. The inner city is still as silent as usual, except for the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers, and many places in the outer city have been quiet, only the green buildings and kilns are still lively.

Long Xiaoyu went to bed early to play for a day, his body was already exhausted, and after returning to the house, he hastily ate a few bites of food and returned to the room, and the people in the house had fallen asleep except for those on duty.

The snow is falling more and more, so that the whole Lin'an has become a white city, the New Year's pass is nearly embellished with heavy snow, becoming the only scenery of the New Year, the Senate and the military aircraft are still brightly lit, after all, the war is still tense.

Zhao Feng looked at the sky and looked at the north, now he can't see the appearance of the north clearly, and he can't see the shadow of the second senior brother, this heavy snow only falls from the sky, so the heavy snow is still the blue sky and the sun, the blue sky and the sun are coming, and the world is the youngest disciple of the master, and then he left to go to the cherry blossom mountain range, so now the Daomen is the real horror, but the academy and the true god alien race are still not afraid.

The academy is not afraid, because of the existence of the master, Zhao Feng understands everything in his memory, but when he is not strong enough, he can't step out of this Lin'an City, and he can't step into Lin'an City before he has enough strength, and he can't step into Lin'an City, the true god is not afraid, the true god is no longer teleported, but the real existence is the black stone tablet.

Qingtian Haoyang is also today's Li Zizi, standing on top of the cherry blossom mountain range, looking at the whole world, he has time, because he knows that the true god is going to be resurrected, then the first goal of the true god is the courtyard, blocking the road in front of the true god, blocking the way for the true god to enter the kingdom of God and kill himself, so Qingtian Haoyang is not in a hurry.

Now what Qingtian Haoyang needs to do is wait, and what the Qingtian Divine Cult needs to do is to disintegrate the rule of the Great Song Dynasty and recapture the butterfly and those heavenly books, as well as the wooden sword, that is the only way to open the kingdom of God, and it is also the only way to leave the kingdom of God after the reincarnation of Huang Tian and Baiyang, and the important factors also include the master.

Master in the academy in the back mountain, there is a formation, it is a formation that even the blue sky and Haoyang can't perceive, that is not this era, that belongs to the formation of the Yellow Sky and White Yang era, thousands of years ago, Great Qin unified the Quartet Continent, Loulan and other countries as subordinate, they took the country as the center, believed that the Yellow Sky and White Yang ruled the continent and people.

If a thousand years ago, only the true gods were rebelling against the rule of the Yellow Sky and the White Sun, and thought that this world was unjust, then the last thousand Blue Heavens and the Buddha joined them, and finally the Blue Sky and the White Sun won and stepped into the Kingdom of God and became the master of the world.

Qingtian Haoyang, who is in the kingdom of God, is still not at ease, because he knows that the true god is still alive, he knows that Huangtian and Baiyang are not dead, and he knows that Shakyamuni Buddha is still seeking the position of the kingdom of God.

Therefore, everything in this era is just the appearance of the Great Song Dynasty, so that Qingtian Haoyang did not expect it, and he did not expect that the Great Song Dynasty could really threaten his existence in the world, so the Qingtian Divine Sect started a war with the Great Song Dynasty under the instructions of Qingtian Haoyang, wanting to completely disintegrate the Great Song Dynasty.

The deepest snow-capped mountain in the north is now snowfalling, the sky here has changed, and it no longer belongs to Qingtian Haoyang, he felt it, so he gave up and gave it to the true god wood card, and now the Far North Plain after Xuesenli has become a real mysterious place, even if it is Qingtian Haoyang, he can't see it clearly.

At this time, the ordinary people of the True God Alien Race on the Far North Plain had already lit a bonfire in the most central position, and the bonfire was still burning despite the heavy snowfall. In the direction of the bonfire, there were four old women, whose lives had come to an end, but they were still in good spirits, and around the bonfire, there were circles of women, dancing and cheering around the bonfire, and they were not tired.

The children, who were still young and had not yet entered the cultivation period, sat in front of their own snow hut and knelt on the ground, holding a knife in their right hand, and then their left wrist was bleeding, and the blood that fell into the snow flowed into the bonfire with an invisible force, as if the bonfire was even more vigorous.

It was a bonfire made of blood that would not be extinguished, so there was an inexplicable force spreading in it, and it had even thawed the Arctic waters.

Tuoman stood from a distance and looked at these expressions with indifferent expressions, even more pity, he knew that this kind of ritual was only the first time he had seen it now, and he knew that those child sacrifices were sacrifices used to resurrect the true gods. He wondered if it was worth it to sacrifice these children with infinite futures in exchange for the resurrection of the true God, and he looked up at the snowy mountain, he couldn't see the situation on the snowy mountain, but he could see the situation in the snowy mountain.

In the snow-capped mountains, countless cultivators of different races prayed and bowed in different places, and the wishing power became the essence and turned into runes, surrounding the snow-capped mountain, and those wishing powers were extracting their vitality and realm, only to see that there were countless cultivators who were still young who were slowly growing old and then becoming ashes. The belief in the true god is terrible and persistent, they are willing to exchange their lives for the half-dead true god to reappear in the world, Tuoman's heart is sad and trembling, he is sad that it is really worth it? He trembles at the number of lives with infinite future that this ritual has to be exchanged for.

Tuo Man was silent, walked through those snow houses, walked past those true gods, and walked to the bottom of the snow mountain, he looked at this towering snow mountain, he used to live here, he had countless memories here, there were countless good things, but the beginning of that day was all shattered.

He walked through the runes and walked up the stairs, the runes did not block the stairs to the top of the mountain, and the stairs to the top of the mountain were not as strong as usual, because he had the blood of a true god in his body, and his soul had traces of a true god. The things he saw in that cave made him realize that he was just a carrier of the true God, so he rebelled, so he defected more than ten years ago and became the second disciple of the master of the academy.

He walked past those cultivators silently, he recalled those days on the snowy mountain, but those memories had disappeared, and the Tuoba Holy Sect disappeared with the wind and became history, he walked very slowly, he did not use cultivation, but was admiring and looking at this snow-capped mountain like an ordinary person. He didn't know what was waiting for him at the top of the mountain, but he knew that it was his fate, just like the teacher had said that he had to find himself and solve it.

He understood what the teacher meant, so he came to the Snow Mountain alone, so the senior brother and the third junior brother did not come, he understood the identity of Li Zizi when he left the master, and he saw a future that was different from Lu Xiaoxiao, but that was the future that the academy wanted.

When Tuoman walked to the Arctic Snow Cave, he stopped, looked at the cave where the powerful Saint Sect powerhouse lived in seclusion, and was silent, maybe he didn't enter this cave at the beginning, presumably now he was dead, Tuoman was silent for a moment, and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain, the speed was still so slow, as if he was playing.

The staircase before the top of the mountain was protected by a formation, but now that the Tuoba Holy Sect has disappeared, the true god alien race has appeared, and the formation has disappeared, and the secrets on the top of the mountain are no longer secrets with the arrival of the true god alien race, and the truth of the Tuoba Department is known to the world.

At the beginning, everyone in the world didn't even think that the Tuoba Holy Sect was just an illusion, and the real purpose was the Tuoba Department hidden on the top of the mountain, and it was only when Lin Zichu stepped into the top of the mountain and then the master entered the academy that he knew that all this was the power of the true god and the alien race.

Lin Ziol sighed after seeing it, and the master was also sighing after seeing it, but they didn't destroy it, didn't stop it, and thought that they might be more interesting to think like this, so Qingtian Haoyang was forced to descend on the world, because many of them were beyond his calculations, after all, although he was in the kingdom of God, he was still an outsider, not the real master of this world.

Tuoman walked through the usual staircase, and when he reached the end, there was a man standing somewhere, a man who had already died, but appeared here. Tuoman was silent, took out the iron sword, looked at the man, he didn't expect him to be alive, the long sword in the man's hand stood indifferently and fought quietly, as if waiting for Tuoman's arrival.

In the deep snowy forest, Lu Xiaoxiao walked out step by step, looking at those true gods and alien races, and then looked up at Tuoman and Sword Saint Mo Tao on the stairs of the snowy mountain.

At this time, the dark clouds in the northern sky were obscured, the heavy snow was still falling, and countless tribal warriors rushed out in the wilderness forest, and the battle of cultivators in the sky once again made the wilderness forest a bloody battlefield. Shengwu Hou stood outside the camp and watched the tribal warriors who rushed out as if they were desperate for their lives, and the generals on the side looked at those tribal warriors with tired faces, they couldn't understand that the people of those tribes had been attacking for three consecutive days, leaving countless corpses behind, but they still didn't give up. Those cultivators in the sky who belonged to the wilderness were fighting with the Great Song cultivators with red eyes at this time, and the Great Song cultivators couldn't understand why they were so crazy without being tired.

It's just that they didn't see the True God alien powerhouse standing not far from the wilderness Zelin on the wilderness, they were indifferent, and they commanded the people of those tribes to rush and kill with expressionless faces.

The leaders of those tribes looked at them with fear at the moment, and the warriors of those tribes had no way to fight back, because they were afraid, and the huge shadow behind those true gods and alien powerhouses gave them fear, so they could only listen to the command and rush to kill the defense line of the Great Song Dynasty. Cat flutter Chinese