Ashamed of their actions, the students began to repent with a solemn face, and then spontaneously charged towards the battlefield. Everything went well, everything went according to the idea in Shao Xuechen's mind, and the horse that had been reined with was reined and galloped across the wasteland. If there is any deviation between reality and fantasy, it is Mu Xi, which "coward", like a lion being hunted, roared all the way and rushed to the front, quite a feeling of "people blocking the killing god and blocking the killing god". He could even hear the sound of Mu Xi wielding his sword and its sword breaking through the air.

But to be honest, Shao Xuechen didn't feel any enthusiasm in those words, he just blindly found a few words in his mind to put them together, and then shouted them out with a momentum that looked at death as if he were at home. Is it because the person who speaks and the person who listens feel differently? Just like the difference between a lie and an oath, one is that the person who says it is true, and the other is that the person who listens is serious. When he said it, he didn't feel it in his heart, it was as plain as a trickle, could it be that the heart of the listener became a magnificent ocean? Anyway, he didn't believe that his words had such great power, could it be that he still had the talent to be an orator?

One figure after another flashed past him, giving him the illusion that everything in front of him was not real, it was an illusion, and that he was at the center of this illusion, and that he could give any order that no one else could resist. Just like the emperor, the ministers have to die.

Shao saw the Overseers rush out from behind them, slashing at the air as if they were enchanted. This brought him back to reality from his delusion, and he chased after the Overseer, saying to himself, "What are you doing with the Overseer?" and he reached out and grabbed the Overseer's shoulder, but what happened next made him wonder if he was alive in this world, and even if the continent really existed. The moment his finger touched the Overseer's shoulder, the Overseer exploded without warning, bursting like a firecracker from within, turning into a cloud of flying snow.

But this is only the beginning, just like music will always have a prelude, just like a stage play will always have a prologue, the prelude will gradually change, when the curtain of the prologue falls, after that, it is the advent of **.

He was powerless to do anything, what was happening in front of him was beyond his realization, and the people who were charging turned into a cloud of snow and dust in an instant, without the slightest warning, as if they had never been to this world. The snow and dust that covered the sky made him feel like he was facing the end of the world, and he was powerless to resist. The wind rose, and the snow dust swallowed him like a tsunami, and before he could be prepared, the snow dust overwhelmed it, and the weight of these seemingly incomparably light white colors at this time was enough to make people vomit out all their internal organs, and these fine snow dust poured into his nasal cavity like a worm to drill deeper into his body.

He didn't know how hard it took him to crawl out of the snowdrift, he just felt dizzy in his head, a feeling of sobering up with a fatal pain, and a punch to the back of the head in an unsuspecting situation. The world turned upside down in his eyes, so he also walked upside down and in a daze.

The lonely wind whistling across the ice field blew on his face, like a knife cutting through his skin, and it hurt him, as if he were under the punishment of a thousand knives.

The place had completely changed, stranger, and there seemed to be only one life on the endless ice field.

At the end of the ice field, there is a remnant sun that is half in the west, and the remnant sun is as red as blood, reflecting the sky and turning red, but it does not make people feel the temperature at all, as if it is painted, dispensable. The ice field is full of huge glaciers, lying horizontally, all showing their own dark blue and blood red reflecting the sun, a mixture of colors that are stunningly beautiful and dazzling, majestic and cold. This is a color that cannot be adjusted on the artboard.

Tranquil and ancient...... They were like a huge mirror, through which he saw himself, with black hair, black eyes, and white clothes...... However, during this period, it seems that the reflection of time flows, the precipitation and accumulation of hundreds of millions of years from ancient times to the present, the birth of human beings, the birth of civilization, and the arrival of demons. As a result, the war between humans and demons has been gassing, and if there is really a long-lasting light in the world, the war between humans and demons is the best fire...... Birth, death, reincarnation, all the continents that were born of this continent, including this continent, were all condensed on the ice, and he could see these obliterated histories at a glance.

Like a dying animal that would burst out of its last strength, the remnant sun released a strong light, like a storm sweeping over him, and the sudden bright light pierced him from opening his eyes, and the sun seemed to be intent on blinding him, and the light was even more dazzling.

He thought to himself, what the hell is this place? Shouldn't I be outside the fortress? What the hell.

The sun will disappear after nightfall, and the rivers will dry up for thousands of years. Over time, the light begins to wane. The ice beneath his feet was so clear that his gaze could penetrate hundreds of meters of ice, giving him the feeling of being in the air. He stared silently at the figure sitting cross-legged under hundreds of meters of ice.

He began to tremble, the figure just sat there calmly and fell asleep motionless, just the breath that exuded made him feel that his body was about to crack, bearing the pressure of tens of millions of catties, just the coercion brought by that person, as heavy as a mountain.

The man was frozen in ice, his limbs bound by heavy chains, which stretched out tightly to the dark bottom of the sea, as if to seal him here forever.

He has the same appearance as a human, with long black hair clinging to his back, and delicate facial features like porcelain dolls. But the blood, the violence, and the destruction in his pupils...... All adjectives are overshadowed and cannot be expressed, he is a demon, born of hell, or he is hell.

The legend of "Tianshenlu" was compiled and drawn by the gods, but it is impossible to verify whether it is or not. There are various versions of the "Records of the Gods" on the mainland, and the depictions of the gods in them are inconsistent, but there is one chapter in which the depictions of the various versions of the "Records of the Gods" are very different. The Demon King, seated on a throne carved from dry bones, suddenly provoked a war and constantly attacked the gods. Like the gods, they possess supreme divine power and are the only beings in the world who can kill the gods. The war ended in the defeat of the demons, but the gods also paid a terrible price, and the five supreme god kings sealed the demon king Cangming at the cost of their lives.

"We sealed the demon Cangming and imprisoned it under the sea of ice...... All the troubles are quelled, but they will rise again until Cangming breaks the seal, and this period is 100,000 years...... But we can't fight the demons anymore......"

"The devil will come again—" someone spoke, followed by a sigh. The sigh seemed to have the ability to transcend time, and there was infinite sorrow in it, and the war that appeared in front of his eyes, the war between the demons and the gods, the landslide and the earth cracked, as if he was in the scene.

He looked at the man under the ice, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he was Cangming, but that was just a legend, and who could prove that it was true. But if it's not true, then why is it so similar to the legendary description...... This is really nonsense, when will I believe in these ethereal things? Those people who believe in the gods have believed in the gods for tens of thousands of years or even longer, and they have not seen the gods appear or have mercy on the world.

"It should be a dream, a more real dream. He comforted himself, but in fact he had already given himself a few slaps and even bit his tongue to bite the blood, and the pain was real and clear. He heard Lin Yunzhu say that people can't feel pain in dreams, and now he is just forcibly brainwashing himself. It's like when people don't want to believe that something is happening, they always hold their heads and say, "This is not true, this is not true." This is an escape from the facts, but since it has happened, it is unavoidable, and the outcome of the matter will never change because others do not want to believe it.

"It's not a dream. The voice sounded again, and it was clear, as if someone was whispering into his ear, whispering softly.

Shao Xuechen was silent for a long time, and since the voice fell, there was only the sound of the wind in his ears. He was so angry that his eyes were fixed on the people under the ice, afraid to wake up the frozen demon.

"This is the sea of ice where Cangming was sealed. The tone was flat, and no emotion could be heard. The person standing in front of him was wearing white clothes, the fabric looked very good, but I don't know what the material was, the surface was embroidered with pale golden moire, which made him feel like he was out of the ordinary, with a jade crown on his head, a pair of eyes that looked strange, and his pupils were black and blue. His clothes can only be made by today's top dressers, and such clothes are often described as handicrafts, which he wears on his body.

It's really extravagant, probably only the imperial family has the financial resources to wear handicrafts on their bodies, Shao Xuechen thought to himself. As soon as he thought about it, he suddenly wanted to knock his head on the face of a creature who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost.

Almost subconsciously, the simple ancient sword that had followed him for many years shone out of his hand, and even the strong cold wind was pierced by him.

That person saw the sword in Shao Xuejian's hand, just like a womanizer who had not been close to a woman for a long time saw a delicate beauty on the bed, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The pupils instantly turned blue, like the color of the sky. So holy.

The blue eyes are the person in the dream! Shao Xuechen suddenly came back to his senses, which person had appeared in his dream, which person made his heart palpitate appeared in front of him now, and he dared to guarantee that this was not a dream. What is wrong with this world? Why do people who appear in dreams appear in reality? Shao Xuechen felt that this world had been chaotic and his worldview had collapsed.

That person stretched out a pair of hands towards Shao Xuejian, and the ancient sword in his hand flew into someone's hand very obediently. He could feel Gu Jian's mood, just like the joy of a pet who hadn't seen his owner for many years, and suddenly saw his returning owner. Desperately rushing forward.

The man was holding an ancient sword, and his eyes were extremely gentle, just like when the newlywed was in the cave room, the groom in a red dress looked at the delicate bride lying on the marriage bed under the flickering candlelight. His hand brushed over the blade of the sword, and the ancient sword began to hum, shaking extremely quickly in midair. With a dazzling light, the ancient sword changed into a new look.

Shao Xuechen was stunned, and looked directly at Gu who had completely changed. If the ancient sword used to be as inconspicuous as an ugly duckling, now it has transformed into a swan, and it is the most beautiful one.

For this brand-new sword, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it, and it was clear that the answer was already coming out.

"Heavenly God Record: Artifact Spectrum" The god of blue sea and Xuanbing, the sword of Bing Yu, one of the five god kings, Yuanhua.

Shao Xuechen finally remembered.