At the beginning of the mutation, Sang Yang was chasing a snow rabbit with pure white body and no stray hair on the vast ice field.

Because Shen Tian was included in the treasure exploration team of the Northern Ice Palace, he and Lu Su were added to the list of ice field garrisons. But he didn't feel wronged, this was the price of balance, their sacrifice did enhance the status of the senior brother in the sect, the ice field was stationed for only ten years, and after ten years, he returned to the Ten Thousand Origin Sect, and what was waiting for them would be the gratitude of Shen Tian, who was in an important position.

Although the cultivation realm is not as calculating as the earthly world, simple calculations of interests and disadvantages are still inevitable.

Of course, after being sent to the ice field by the teleportation array and seeing the desolation and inaction here, he also had regrets. The imagination of ordinary people about monks is mostly "a thousand mountains are desperate, immortals, cranes have children's hair, and their faces are not stained", and so on. They were born in heaven and earth, bound by the rules of heaven and earth, and did not eat grains just because they used the means of communicating with heaven and earth to absorb spiritual energy to maintain their functions. Once the aura of heaven and earth is broken, they will be just as embarrassed!

Unlike the other place, the ice field is a lifeless dead place, and the aura is so lacking that people feel like they are fish out of water all the time. Staying here, in addition to being able to sharpen one's state of mind, has no measure of merit in improving one's cultivation.

However, Sang Yang and Lu Su finally chose to stay, because before the ten-year period expires, the teleportation circle will not be opened again. They are trapped on an isolated island, and instead of complaining, they should sit down in peace.

Ten years may be an extremely important period of light and shadow in life for ordinary people, but for the cultivation realm, where there are hundreds of lives at every turn, it is only a fleeting moment.

But the desolation of this place makes it impossible not to resent.

Especially recently.

Recently, it is a celebration day for the headless monk to enter the ice field to pay tribute to the god of destruction, Sang Yang and Lu Su abide by the teachings of the sect, and always keep a distance from those who are dressed in brown robes, not too curious, nor show hostility, and occasionally stop to salute when they meet from afar, after all, although the headless monk is mysterious and conservative, but not fierce and aggressive, they do not take the initiative to provoke, and the other party will not neglect the number of courtesies.

Because of this, they discovered a fact that subverts common sense.

Any headless monk I met by chance, their cultivation was not at least primordial!

In the cultivation realm, it is enough to be called an ancestor of the primordial infant, and it seems that it is only the most basic level in the world of the headless monk.

It had only been a few months since they entered the Ice Field, and the headless monks they had encountered had already surpassed the sum of what they had seen in the previous decades. Even if it is the great celebration of the millennium of the Wanshi Sect, the ancestors of the various sects have congratulated one after another, and the Yuanying Jindan, which is full of eyes, is not as good as the luxurious lineup of the headless monks.

It's no wonder that all dynasties have only sent some marginal disciples to the Ice Field, and it is strictly forbidden to interact too much with the headless monks, such a majestic force is indeed easy to pull people over.

At least Sangyang had been moved.

If it weren't for the fear of the sect's means of eradicating traitors, and the fact that his own lowly cultivation headless monks couldn't look down on at all, it would be impossible for him to maintain his status as a resident disciple of the Alliance Ice Plains until now.

Suddenly, there was movement in the vast expanse ahead.

Sang Yang hurriedly put away his scattered thoughts and rushed away - the aura of the ice field is too scarce, and the storm and ice crack from time to time recently, not to mention the flight of the imperial sword, even it is difficult to go out.

But he was reluctant to give up the snow rabbit he found during the inspection, which was a snow rabbit with fine fluff and moist eyes, and whenever he approached, the snow rabbit would be visibly stunned for a moment, move his ears full of fluff, and then run away against the ice.

Sang Yang is an inner disciple of the Ten Thousand Beginnings Sect, and he has seen thousands of spirit beasts, even if he is assigned to the ice field to garrison, it is impossible to have a special feeling for a snow rabbit. But he was really fascinated by it, because he knew that the ice fields were thousands of miles away, barren and vibrant, how could there be snow rabbits in such a Jedi!

Traced all the way, and gradually found the doorway.

It seems that there is a desperate way to escape, but in fact, there have always been rules. Immediately after it, Sang Yang could often feel the pulse of the aura as if it were nothing, and the deeper he went into that aura, the more pure it became, and almost a sip of it could make his body feel the pleasure of washing the essence while crystallizing!

Could it be that this ice field is not a real Jedi?

As soon as his mind moved, greed suddenly appeared, and his heart to catch the snow rabbit became more and more determined.

Then, the mutation happened.

The first thing that catches your eye is the overwhelming ice and snow flowers.

It has been several months since he entered the ice field, and Sang Yang has long been numb to the only blooming flower on the ice field, but when he really saw the sea of ice and snow flowers crowded next to the blazing red flames, his heart still couldn't help but be grasped, such a hot red sea, it was almost like swallowing people up!

The white snow rabbit is particularly eye-catching among the blood-red ice and snow flowers.

It stopped, earnestly **** its fur, and looked at him with dark eyes, like a provocation and a greeting.

Sang Yang was a little embarrassed, he once again deeply realized the extraordinaryness of the snow rabbit, but the sea of ice and snow flowers blocked his way. This kind of flower that blooms in the depths of ice and snow can make people breathe into the cold itself, not to mention such a majestic and vast area that can hardly see the end!

Even if you don't give up, you must retreat from the difficulties.

Swallowing the liquid with difficulty, Sang Yang forced himself to turn around, and-

A drop of ice crystals fell on his fingertips, a detail that should have been overlooked, but it brought Sang Yang's body the excitement of being struck by lightning, making his heart ooze an irrepressible impulse.

There was still a sea of red ice in front of him, and as long as he stepped on it, he would be swallowed up by the cold, but why was his heart so excited, as if this ocean had an intoxicating temperature, and he couldn't help but want to step into it knowing that he would be drowned!

Yes, step in!

Even if you freeze to death inside, you won't regret it.

So he stepped forward, and the moment the soles of his feet touched the ground, he did feel the biting cold, but there was clearly a kind of long-obsessed warmth in the cold, as if he was only waiting for this warmth in this life...... Crazy......

Behind him, the iceberg suddenly cracked and bulged, cutting the red ocean into a fragmented world, but Sang Yang couldn't see it, his eyes were occupied by red, and he moved forward in a daze and frantically, knowing that he was about to fall into the abyss, and he didn't want to turn back.

The bottomless darkness, the only place of warmth and sweetness......

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For a long time, the Red Lotus Burning Plain, which was dyed when the ice and snow flowers were in full bloom, was considered by the cultivation realm to be the only beauty in this place abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. Even if the snow and ice flowers bloom for too long this year, no one realizes that this is a precursor to a great catastrophe, and they are moved by the beauty without realizing that this beauty is about to turn into an elegy for death.

Boom, the ice field cracked, boom, and magma burst out.

The blood-red ice and snow flowers and the dark red magma were unscrupulously entangled, the hot magma condensed abruptly because of the severe cold, the cold ice and snow broke and circulated because of the underground flames, the entire ice field was shattered, countless red threads expanded arbitrarily like spider webs, and the dark red magma stones floated on the ice and snow.

In the face of the terrible power of nature, the young monks stationed in the ice field became the first to die, and they ran in panic like ants, but in the depths of the cracked earth there were countless ice and snow flower vines, and this plant that produced flowers colder than ice, its roots were hotter than red-hot iron, and they rose one by one, like flags raised to the sky! They are ubiquitous and invincible, and even young monks who flee with flying magic weapons will be crushed by their limbs with vines, and finally pick at the sharp tips of the roots, let the blood gurgle down, and decorate the entire ice field into a feast of blood sacrifices.

If one looked closely from above, he would see that the vertical and horizontal deaths were not irregular, and the blood that flowed along the roots of the ice and snow vines was not meaningless. They followed the invisible trail and slowly but surely converged to the deepest and coldest part of the ice field—the forbidden area of life that should have been too cold for even the ice and snow flowers to touch, but now it has become a magma hell.

The man who was sealed in the ice, his hands had been freed, he sat on the throne of ice and snow, his clothes were tattered, his feet were locked by the pillars of light that penetrated heaven and earth, but he also had the same posture and majestic bearing.

At his feet, a young man was walking in a daze, with a bend of blood flowing like a messenger of blood. Turning a deaf ear to the upside-down young man behind him, he just chased a non-existent snow rabbit in confusion and confusion.

The man in the center of the throne of the ice bush playfully supported his jaw with one hand, and it was just a random accident that he would choose this young man among thousands of people, but the young man's memories made the man decide to turn him into a blood sacrifice later.

The fingers were elegantly extended, and the young man, who had long been deprived of consciousness, knelt down, held his head high, and begged to touch the man's fingers with his cheek like a pet.

The man didn't want to have contact with him, his elegant fingers moved to the young man's sea of knowledge, and in an instant, all the memories of Sang Yang since he was born flew out of his body and were refracted on the suspended ice edge.

The man looked at it casually, he didn't have any interest in the young man named Sang Yang, and with a casual push of his fingers, he erased all the parts before entering the Ten Thousand Origin Sect, and with a flick of his fingertips, the part after entering the ice field was also removed.

critically examined Sangyang's memories, and finally left three paragraphs.

The millennium ceremony of the Ten Thousand Founding Sect, the youngest Yuanying elder will be ...... As for the young girl who followed the phoenix, he had a serious tendency towards perfectionism, and after a little hesitation, he finally chose to keep it for the sake of the integrity of the image.

As he busily selected the images, the blood trickle of the sacrifice raised its head like snakes, and they wrapped around the ice edges and flowed to his feet, climbing as earnestly as if they were going to an appointment, and in an instant they were absorbed by the pale skin, leaving only a faint red mark.

After sucking the blood, the man's sickly complexion from 10,000 years of hunger finally became a little ruddy.

But it's still not enough, this blood is still far from enough, and it can't fill his **** for 10,000 years at all!

Only when the blood of the rebel runs down his throat can the thirst of the beast be truly quenched!

But these are all things that are a long time later, and the most important thing at the moment is to break the cage and break the ice and snow cage that the rebels have built for him!

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The red lotus burned the plain, the glacier collapsed, and the clamor of blood and flames was still the same silence in the ancient temple.

The headless monks, who strictly adhered to the doctrine of silence, sat quietly in the main hall, surrounded by the darkness in the center.

This is their faith, silence, bottomless darkness.

Outside, the crumbling and roaring were incessant, the flow of the atmosphere was completely disturbed, and the world was in a frenzy, but they sat quietly in the main hall, praying quietly.

Ten thousand years have come to an end, and their god has finally broken through the cage and returned to the worldly realm.

They will follow in the footsteps of God and travel across the continent, and wherever they pass through the land of God, all their rebellion will be reduced to nothingness......