Soon, Poinsettia woke up.

Fu Yunge was already missing next to him, and there was only a faint remnant star left in the fire. Poinsettia immediately got up and went out, but when he lifted the tarpaulin, he could only see a vast snowfield beyond the tent.

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A man and a bird are walking in the snowfield, like a dream.

Fu Yunge's consciousness, even he couldn't tell what it felt. The mind is a little tired, as if it is being grasped by something. He tried to regain control of his consciousness, but he struggled.

The big bird is still flying unhurriedly ahead. The snow-white wings were as light as silk, casting a dim shadow on the snow.

Everything in front of Fu Yunge was still a white snowfield, as if he was standing still. Although he was controlled by the mysterious bird, his five senses were still retained, but inexplicably the chill did not feel very strong.

I don't know how far I went. When Fu Yunge was tired and fell into a trance, the ups and downs on the snowfield in front of him brought him back to his senses.

He looked up and was stunned by what he saw.

It is a towering, white and flawless dream-like, even a bit majestic snow building.

Underneath it should be a ravine—half of it, of course, has been buried by snow, revealing only a half-cut of the mountain, which is not very high. It has been completely transformed by the snow at the moment, and the towering snow building, could it be that this is the residence of this big bird?

Judging from the appearance of the snow building, the dense doors, or "holes", are more appropriate, like the masterpieces of bee colonies. Unlike the white surfaces of the snow walls, the "doors" are all deep and dark, which makes people shudder.

"Welcome, my Thousand Snowdrifts."

Suddenly, a human voice made Fu Yunge take aback. When I looked up, I realized that it was the big bird who was opening its mouth to speak.

He wasn't surprised that the bird could talk, but he didn't know what the big bird had summoned him for.

I had this doubt in my heart, but my body moved unexpectedly. Fu Yunge's throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, even if he tried his best to say a word, he couldn't do it.

The big bird no longer advances. Like a puppet without a soul, Fu Yunge walked slowly towards the hole in the Thousand Snow Tower, step by step.

Only then did he realize that the chill was slowly eroding his whole body. It turns out that the farther away from the big bird, the stronger the chill becomes.

He had reached the entrance of the cave. But there was no way to turn back, even if his consciousness was struggling, he still couldn't change the last step, and stepped into the dark abyss.

Big Bird watched his figure disappear and seemed a little smug. It flapped its wings a few times and flew towards one of the holes.

However, at this moment, there was a "bang", and the blood exploded on the left wing of the big bird.

With a shrill cry, the big bird suffered unexpected pain and slipped sideways into the air. At the same time, the scattered blood crystals formed in the air, and the red roses scattered in the snow.

The big bird looked back angrily, but saw a body in the distance of the snow field, coming with a sword.

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Fu Yunge, who walked into the cave, walked a few dozen steps, and the big bird's control was suddenly eliminated.

He couldn't see the darkness of his fingers, and at the same time he felt the cold coming from all directions. Such an environment is fatal to him, and if he doesn't escape as soon as possible, I'm afraid he will soon freeze to death.

Fu Yunge reached out and touched around, but he couldn't touch anything like the wall. The place he was in seemed to be very open, not at all like a closed and cramped space.

Fu Yunge could feel that he seemed to be going downhill just now. Then the bottom of this darkness must be the place where the big bird intends to let himself fall.

Fu Yunge has a certain direction. He should go back, even if he doesn't know the exact location, as long as he knows the direction of "uphill", there should be hope.

"Uphill ......" Fu Yunge whispered, turning around and intending to walk back.

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from above his head! Fu Yunge's heart trembled, and he immediately took a step back. And it was just this step away, and suddenly an ice pick hanging high fell down, and in front of Fu Yunge, it fell heavily and shattered.

The splashed ice crystals stinged Fu Yunge's face, and he couldn't help but be afraid for a while. Is this a coincidence? Or is it some kind of big bird formation?

Fu Yunge, who was unwilling, swallowed his breath and immediately took another step forward. Almost at the same time, the sound of the ice pick shattering came again, but fortunately, he was on guard and pulled out in time to avoid being crushed to death by the ice.

After trying again, Fu Yunge realized that this was really not a coincidence. In order to prevent the entrants from escaping again, the big bird laid this kind of icicle maze, in order to cut off their survival!

It was getting colder and colder, and Fu Yunge had to carefully urge the true qi. As soon as the restless True Qi flowed into the meridians, there were immediately bursts of stinging pain.

Fu Yunge looked at the desperate situation in front of him, panting, and slowly turned his head.

Over there, it's the direction of the downhill slope.

Fu Yunge hesitated. The darkness brought only boundless silence, and he could not collect any wind in his ears.

If...... Going up has become a dead end for him now, so going down, maybe there is still life!

Fu Yunge gritted his teeth, he could feel his heart beating faster and faster under the action of true qi.

The darkness ahead is deeper and deeper. Fu Yunge's body was incomparably small in front of it.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Fu Yunge supported his body, and there was a little more righteousness in his eyes.

"Just let me see what you're up to with you, old bird." Fu Yunge walked down step by step, "I won't die." Before dawn, I have to go back to meet Master ......! ”

Step by step, he walked deeper. However, contrary to his expectations, he had not gone far before he stepped into the air, and he fell deep into the mouth of the abyss.

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Outside the thousand snow stacks, the red plum blossoms are excited, and the sword light flows.

"Let people go, or you will hate this place."

The cold of the sword move is better than the ice and snow, and the voice of the poinsettia plum is even better than the cold of the sword move. And even if it is such a cold move, it is ruthless step by step, full of true qi, like a lion in the crown, unstoppable.

The red plum sword move fused with the ice and snow cold, and the snow that had been silent for a long time was flying all over the sky at the moment. The fluent blade of the poinsettia plum swept the snow in a circle, and the snow on the ground suddenly opened like a fan, and pounced on the big bird.

At first, the big bird was able to catch Poinsettia Plum's moves, but after a hundred and ten rounds of fierce fighting, he gradually fell to the downside. Its wings had been scarred by the Sword of Fury, and its initial intention of fighting had gradually turned into an idea of escape.

But Poinsettia Mei's sword aura didn't give it a chance to escape at all. In an instant, the red plum weaved a gorgeous phantom, and six huge and incoherent pale pink plum swords came from the surface.