[I just made up for yesterday, and this chapter is today's update]

The first day of March is a moonless night, and when the white god hangs in the middle of the sky, there is nothing to compete with. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the day the last token will be alive. Another restless night.

The wind was howling, the hidden weapon was pouring like a torrential rain, breaking through the air, Ning Yan twisted his body and threw it, from head to neck, shoulders, waist and legs, his body gradually but quickly spun in the air, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his two swords were unsheathed in reflexively!

Qiang Qiang Qiang ......

Ning Yan's twelve swords were slashed out in a row, the sound of gold and iron clashing was sonorous and loud, and Ning Yanfu picked off the opponent's attack with another sword, and pierced his throat with a forward hand.

Cutting the throat was a fatal and serious injury to ordinary people, but the cultivator's recovery was strong, and the person held his bubbling neck and retreated, followed by another wave of people who came up, fists, feet, swords, slashes head and face and beckoned to Ning Yan.

In response to them was the sword light, which was smooth and cold. Compared with the past, the twin swords wielded more and more freely, and the power of the true qi far exceeded the rudimentary form of the true qi, and each sword came out, bringing a roar that tore through the wind.

Ning Yan's twin swords were like flowing water, and the smile on his little face was innocent.

"He actually reached the peak of Chengtian!" Not far from his side, Meng Huan's face sank like water. Half a month later, the scene of Ning Yan devouring Meng Chao like a demon god coming into the world is still vivid, and that night this pale young man left a shadow in the hearts of too many people.

When he got that Ning Yan was not dead and broke through Chengtian, he was a little uneasy, but he thought that Ning Yan had resisted Meng Chao's blow of self-explosion, and he would always have to stay in bed to recuperate from his injuries for a long time and could not participate in the battle head-on.

But he was doomed to disappointment. Ning Yan broke through the realm and stepped into the middle for three days, there was no injury, only wanton vitality, only on the surface, Ning Yan's strength had really caught up with or even surpassed himself.

In this competition, Yin Yang Jian died Meng Chao in the late stage of Heaven Conquering, which should have been a powerful hole card, and Kunlun Snow Domain Ning Yan broke through the realm and united with the strength of the Underworld Alliance, and he was no longer able to lead Yin Yang Jian to suppress the scene.

Meng Huan didn't even dare to personally step forward to confront Ning Yan head-on, he was already the most unbreakable point here, Meng Huan just asked his subordinates to go and contain him, and if he wanted to catch up with Bai Yuetan, he could only start from others as much as possible.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan couldn't help but grit his steel teeth, why did the people in the snowy region have such good luck and happened to be born on the altar again?

His gaze swept over Ning Yan and Merry Er, Ning Yan's Yin Yang Law was more subtle than that of Yin Yang Jian disciples, and it was not impossible to use it for deduction. And the last time he used a bow and arrow to collide with himself at the stone bridge, this time he changed his fighting style, holding a small black arrow in his palm, and hitting the opponent's flaws with a little stab, it is clearly a unique combat skill of Xingchen Dayan.

Although he also practiced yin and yang deduction, he failed to discover the pattern from the previous births. Around the east, west, north and south ridges of Kunlun Mountain, there have been tokens, but there are no repeats, how can the snow region, or Ning Yan, determine the location of the next token?

Of course, he wouldn't know the calculation method of Feng Liu'er, the location of these six births was actually on the line of the Heavenly Dao Law centered on the main peak of Kunlun, and each time it would spin inward into a node, and the design from distance to angle was wonderful to the peak, clear and regular, but it was difficult to guess. Ning Yan himself had tried to use "Zhou Tianyi's Heart Formula" to calculate several times, but to no avail.

When Merry Er smiled slyly and said the answer, Ning Yan weakly gave Merry Er a word of obedience.

The distribution of these six points coincides with the six black moles on Merry's face.

Ning Yan finally got the rubbing of Merry Child's face as jokingly said many years ago, he didn't know what kind of law the Mole of Merry Er represented, but he faced the rice paper with it on the rubbing, and felt that the arrangement of these seven points was too strange, and the more he pondered it, the more he had to indulge in it.

This is also the reason why although Merry Er has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, no one has ever cared, and no one in the mortal world can take the focus off her black mole and look at the girl's face.

The avenue of heaven and earth has always been mysterious.

Bai Yuetan flicked her sleeves and danced, climbing up the stairs, and the three thousand green silks were picked up by the strong wind, approaching the sixth white jade token!

After breaking through the realm, Ning Yan's strength had already surpassed Bai Yuetan's. But it was good to leave such an untechnical matter as walking the stone steps to Bai Yuetan, and Ning Yan led people to block the bottom of the altar.

It was not only the Ning Yan and the Snowy Outer Gate that were guarding under the altar, but with the help of the Netherworld, the defense was indeed much more stable. Ning Yan and Meng Huan didn't look at each other, and there were dozens of people who blocked him, one of them retreated and the other stepped on, which was the same as Meng Huan's method of dealing with Ning Huan.

Meng Huan didn't have to think about it to know that it was Ning Yan who deliberately disgusted him in turn. The strength of Ning Yan's strength is obvious to all, and now his arrangement, the cultivators of the Snowy Netherworld Alliance dare not disobey, but this position is still obtained because of the defeat of him Meng Huan, which makes Meng Huan feel depressed in his heart, and the operation of true qi is not very smooth.

By the time Meng Huan desperately burst out of his true qi and smashed into the dozens of people who stood in front of him with the body of King Kong, breaking through the defensive circle, Bai Yuetan had already walked through most of the stairs, and there was no suspense about the ownership of the token.

"Let's go!"

Bai Yuetan floated down on the shattered altar, countless crystal ice chips flying around her. Ning Yan smiled slightly, swung the sword in his right hand to force the opponent in front of him back, and the sword in his left hand pointed in the established direction, and his body unfolded into an afterimage and left directly.

The people of the Snow Land and the Underworld Alliance also retreated from the battle one after another, following Ning Yan and Bai Yuetan and running quickly.

Everyone couldn't help but have some doubts in their hearts, their strength was already strong enough, and it could be said that it was easy to get the sixth token, so why bother to run so simply regardless of their image...... Don't wait for the ruins to show signs after the six orders are exhausted?

And Yin Zhuzi had already ordered Yin Yang Jian to shout: "Follow them!"

Even if Yin Yang Jian has always been confident in deduction, Yin Zhuzi still has to admit that Ning Yan's methods are more clever, and they may not know what Yin Yang Jian can't deduce in other ways. No matter what their purpose is in that direction, there's nothing wrong with keeping an eye on them.

Ning Yan and Merry Bai Yuetan led the snow region in front, while the people of Yin Yang Jian followed closely behind, and quickly ran towards the main peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Ning Yan felt a slight chill on the soles of his feet, and looked down to see a long blue line swimming past his feet, like a dragon snake lurking in the ground.

At this moment, Ning Yan stopped, raised his head and looked at the sky above Kunlun, thousands of miles of snow, endless coercion swept madly, the sky trembled, and Kunlun trembled!

Reckless, cold, it oppresses all living beings within a radius of thousands of miles, and even the soul wants to freeze because of it.

The pillar of light of the six Dao Sen Bai soared into the sky, and it was the place where the six tokens were born. Immediately after that, cold blue lines stretched between these six points, like ice snakes crawling rapidly on the ground, and then converged to one point.

This point, above the direction that Ning Yan was pointing to, was also above the position of the enlarged rubbing of the seventh mole of Merry Ery.

This point is at the top of the main peak of Kunlun Mountain, and it is also at the top of the altar of the Kunlun Snow Mountain Gate.

When all the blue lines converged on that point, the seventh pillar of light burst out, shaking people's eyeballs and bleeding eardrums!

Boom! Boom!

As if it was pulled out of support by this pillar of light, the main peak of 6,000 zhang towering into the clouds suddenly collapsed, the rocks rolled down, the avalanche surged, and the entire Kunlun Mountain gradually sank in the collapse of the sky, raising the sky full of smoke and snow!

"This ...... Is this really just a vision created by the relics of the Heaven Sealing Powerhouse?"

Whether it was the Snowy Netherworld, the Yin-Yang Stream, or other sects, everyone was shocked and even stared at Kunlun Mountain with wide eyes as it collapsed one by one. Bai Yuetan couldn't help but look at Ning Yan anxiously, the sect in the snowy region was still on the main peak, according to the records in the sect, the ancestor was indeed only the strength of the heavens, but the power of this vision was too unbelievable. And in Bai Yuetan's thoughts, she shouldn't have destroyed the snowy region she established thousands of years ago!

Ning Yan narrowed his eyes, still silent.

It was the first time that Ning Yan had been involved in the matter of the relic of chance for more than seven years, but he had never seen it but did not understand it, due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, even the real people of life and death would not really destroy all the living beings connected to it by the mountains of the Nether Realm like this, otherwise he would be riddled with sins, lose his luck and even be punished by heaven.

The scene in front of them did not happen in the real world of the Yanhuang Domain, perhaps they had entered the ruins of the ancestor of the Snowy Region before they knew it.

Rumble!

The collapse then spread to the mountain range where everyone was, and the thick snow that had been piled up on the ground for thousands of years was lifted up by the force of violent vibration, and the desolate white filled the entire field of vision, blurring and isolating everything else! Ning Yan constantly adjusted his steps to adapt to the turbulent subsidence of the ground under his feet, and while sensing outward with the power of his divine soul, he was interrupted by the power of the restless heaven and earth around him.

In just a few breaths, the power of heaven and earth gradually subsided, the snow fell on the sky and then fell silent, and the originally majestic Kunlun Mountain has been completely razed to the ground!

In a moment, the vicissitudes of life.

The people around Ning Yan all disappeared after the wind and snow dispersed, and he stood alone in a black robe in the snow, looking at it, only his eyes were full of unlucky white.

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The sound of the wind and snow was low, and the nameless funeral song was whimpering.

The snow was surprisingly smooth and flat, and every time Ning Yan took a step out, the footprints left by the previous step would quickly be submerged by the huge snowflakes that had just fallen, leaving no trace.

The power of heaven and earth was suppressed and slightly stagnant under the bitter cold. If you only rely on the true qi of the body to protect against the cold, the sky-grabbing powerhouse is likely to be frozen into a zombie.

Ning Yan was unconscious, he grabbed a handful of snow and crushed it in the center of his eyebrows, trying to relieve the pain in his mind with coolness. Just now he tried to release his divine sense, and the ice and snow of the world almost froze the soul, and the perception could not spread out three feet, and it was not as far as the naked eye could see.

But the moment his divine consciousness opened, Ning Yan still sensed a familiar aura, pure and cold, which made people's hearts palpitate.

It's not true qi vitality and soul power, nor is it evil qi, Ning Yan stood in place and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't tell it.

He listened to the sound of the wind and snow, and was a little distracted.

"Qiankun Tunmeng needs a lawyer, no better than a small animal.

The same people have a lot of humility and hesitation, and Gu is in the view of devouring Ben.

Peel off the big beast without vain, and it is more than 30 preparations.

Xianheng is retreating and strong, and Jin and Mingyi's family are in the eye. ”

Ning Yan was stunned, stretched out his hand to remove the flying snow in front of him, he looked at the vermilion corridor not far away, the upturned glass eaves were like the wings of a bird. The woman in blue clothes sat in the pavilion and embroidered flowers with stitches and threads, humming a song in her mouth, and the snowflakes were whirling, but they would not be close to her body, but only as a beautiful thin curtain around her.

Ning Yan involuntarily walked over and sang softly:

"Solve the profit and loss, and rise to the bottom of the well.

Gen gradually returned to his sister Feng Lu Xun, and he was in the middle of the festival.

The small is both good and unfinished, and it is for the thirty-four of the next scriptures. ”

"I Ching Sixty-four Hexagram Songs", this is the Taoist holy words he used for enlightenment when he was a child. He went from babbling to singing to practicing "Zhou Tian Yi Xin Jue" at the age of nine, not because the lyrics were wonderful, but because the singing voice and voice of the person who liked to teach him to sing were too beautiful and fascinated him.

The woman in blue put down the embroidery in her hand, reached out and touched Ning Yan's head, her fingers brushed Ning Yan's long black and white hair, frowned slightly and asked, "It's cold?"

Ning Yan trembled, he slowly raised his hand, and stroked the woman's slightly wrinkled Juanxiu eyebrows, which were embroidered with a needle of silk thread, hidden on the skin, and delicate to make people feel distressed.

"Old lady...... It's been seven years, and I'm no longer afraid of the cold. ”