Kuiper Belt - X Star - Tiandu - Eternal Peak. The temperature was minus 200 degrees.

At midnight, a hurricane and a blizzard roared, slicing through the air and tearing through the void like sharp swords, as if to knock down the 100,000-foot peak. In this snowy land, there is no one and no footprints to be found. The vast earth is an endless ice and snow, and as far as the eye can see, it is a piece of white, endless silence, covering all secrets.

But it is incredible that there is not a trace of snow on the top of this snow-capped "top of the world", and the peak that should have been as steep as a sword is now as flat as a sword. Heaven and earth can make this eternal eternal mountain to such a point, which makes people sigh at the magic of the axe and create a divine show.

The cold wind blew coldly, swept across the earth, crisscrossed and boundless, without scruples, it almost blew into the soul of people, freezing your and my hearts. Hardly any living thing can survive here. This is a hell on earth, a desperate realm of nine shades, and since its birth, no living creature has ever set foot on it. But today, it seems a little different than usual. A "Battle of the Apocalypse" is taking place here.

The silence on the top of eternity is like a tomb, and the eternal stars follow their own tracks, silently surrounding, watching this different moment. There were six people on the summit, who had crossed from distant star fields for the same goal, for one purpose: detachment.

One of the six people was dressed in a dark red patch robe, holding exquisite Buddha beads in his hands, wearing black and white-soled canvas shoes on his feet, his hands were folded, his face was pale, and his whole body was as if he was withered, but his expression was solemn, and his mouth was muttering, as if he was telling something; The three of them are gorgeously dressed, holding a glorious scepter, a purple-gold robe, stepping on bright golden flying clouds, wearing a supreme eight-pole crown, their hands hanging down flat, their eyes blazing, flashing from time to time with a palpitating light, and their aura is amazing; Holding a hundred flower paper fan in one hand and supporting his head in the other, he seems to tap the ground at will, but he plays a song that has no rhyme like spring and white snow; he wears a white practice uniform, his feet are floating white and free, his hands are naturally drooping, his fists are clenched, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and there is a trace of danger brewing.

The position of the six people seems to be random, but in fact, it is a six-pointed star array, which can be described as exactly the same. The snow has been falling, but the wind has stopped. Everything seems to be immersed in endless silence, and no one wants to break such a rare mood at this time. After a long time, the big man in the animal skin shrank his big feet, twisted his neck, and his voice was as loud as thunder: "Let's start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man with dry bones immediately answered: "Let's talk about it?" "Seems to be asking something. The man in brocade looked up at the sky and whispered, "How long has it been?" but before he could finish speaking, the beast-skinned man interrupted his whisper rudely: "Let's start!" The king of brocade clothes was not annoyed, and stood quietly on the edge of the giant peak, looking down at the abyss. The lying man chuckled, glanced at the man in white and said, "What should come will always come, after all" He wanted to speak and stopped, and glanced at the location of the sixth person, only to find that at this time he was shrouded in a black mist, nothing to be seen. He pursed his lips boringly, and said: "Under this starry sky, what is there to say about the realm of you and me?" Although the words were domineering, with his lazy appearance, it was really disagreeable.

Unexpectedly, the half-dead old man with dry bones was a chatter: "Now, any one of you and I can sweep the heavens, even if Henghou is alive, the overlord is reborn, Jintai is sheng, Dharma Chuangzong, Mani Taoism, and Junbao Chengjiao, now it seems that this is the case, if they go together, I can definitely slaughter all the heroes within 10 moves." Although his tone was light, his words were amazing, and he actually trampled the strongest people of ancient times under his feet and disdained them.

But everyone seemed to be interested, but they were also very disdainful of the strongest in ancient times, "Eight moves are enough!" The giant man puffed out his shocking muscles, as if to prove his name. "It only takes five moves. The king of brocade said. The man in white squinted slightly, as if he was measuring his own ability-"Three moves!" He reported an even more astonishing number! At this time, the lying man was very frustrated, and he cried with a sad face: "Is it possible that I can't beat him?" Listening to his sad and speechless tone, coupled with that extremely false expression, everyone did not answer his words. Just when everyone thought that there was nothing to say, the sixth person who was the farthest away nodded out a sentence from the black mist, which made everyone's expressions almost change drastically.

I saw him silently say: "It's still a move!" The sound was like hot oil dripping into the ** of the guilty in hell, and the sound of "bang" even made the "top of eternity" tremble slightly. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, threatening to cover everything up, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be shocked by his astonishing words. Just because of the sixth man's nonsense, the boiling qi and blood and proud momentum on everyone's bodies almost melted the snow within a thousand zhang in an instant, the temperature instantly rose to 90 degrees Celsius, and the air became extremely dry.

"Shhh The man in brocade also looked at it in disbelief, and the giant man was overjoyed at this time, and waved the giant stick vigorously, and even tried to say in a somewhat cringing tone: "Is it that?" It is hard to imagine that such a giant man who is not afraid of heaven and earth would have such a look, and he didn't even dare to mention his name. What is it that makes people so jealous?

What the man in the black fog said was so important that even the calm expression that the man in white had been maintaining became a little solemn, and he glared slightly, trying to find a flaw in the black shadow.

But the black fog was as quiet and intimidating as the eternal stars. The old man with dry bones exhaled a long breath, forming a white mark several feet long, like a white silk, which solidified in the air and did not disappear for a few seconds. He paused again, trembling in a trembling tone, with an incredible look: "Could it be" The man in brocade snorted, frowned heavily, pursed his mouth, and his face looked a little stiff, "Killing !!" he said word by word.

The giant man sighed and said, "You have finally come to this point, we all owe you a cause and effect, no wonder" The ethereal and comfortable expression of the person who was lying on his side had disappeared, and was replaced by a trace of loneliness. The man in white even looked a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, and everyone was silent for a while.

Quietly, the air cooled down slowly, the temperature returned to below zero, and the top of eternity fell snowflakes again, fluttering and falling, like the death of the nine heavens, the change of the stars, the reincarnation of all things, nothing more than that, only time can be eternal. The expressions of the people were different, whether they were sad, excited, thoughtful, or uncontrollable, as they all converged on the sixth person, the mysterious man covered in black mist.

As if to ask something, but he didn't want to speak, and the situation continued to stalemate. Finally, the giant man in animal skin broke the silence, he casually dropped the giant stick in his hand, and there was a muffled "bang", and the sound spread for miles, and the weight of this big stick can be imagined. The giant man moved his throat and said, "Otherwise, so be it." There is no beginning or end to a sentence, but it is tacit, no one objected, and they still looked calm and wandered out of the world. The face of the man in white moved, and a trace of extreme joy flashed across his face, and the speed was extremely fast, as if no one was paying attention

Just when everyone looked up to the sky and said nothing, almost agreeing with Dahan's statement, "Let's be together," the man in the black fog spoke again, "The bosom friend is hard to find, and it is not as good as playing." "Hahaha, good! wonderful, wonderful! I will do my best!" The man in brocade clothes finally showed a clear color, a kind of world swallowing mountains and rivers, looking up to the sky to erupt with momentum, overlooking the feelings of all beings, which made people feel awe. The old man with dry bones stopped muttering to himself, with a face that was more ugly than crying, and tried his best to make a kind look and said, "Please give me advice!"

Everyone finally became serious, even the young man in Tsing Yi, who had always been uninhibited and fearless, also looked solemn, half-arched, leaned forward on his feet, pushed flat with one hand, and slowly opened the paper fan with the other, half-covering his cheeks, and his eyes narrowed a dangerous edge; The man in white was speechless, silently stretching his body, crackling his jointed body, followed by an increasingly powerful monstrous battle intent; He also dropped the cliff, supported his hands, pressed his two big feet on the top of the peak, twisted his neck, the raging fire in his eyes, his throat was like a tiger roaring in the mountains, his huge body was half squatting, ready for battle;

With the monstrous battle spirit of everyone, even the starry sky that has not changed for hundreds of millions of years has become different, and the strength of these six people has even reached the point of changing the world and replacing the sky with themselves. So that before the fight began, it was just to release his momentum, which made all things bow down, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

Everyone was accumulating battle intent, but the people in the black fog did not move. When everyone's momentum gathered to the peak, I saw him slowly, from the depths of the black fog, slowly stretching out two fingers, pointing at the old man with dry bones, as if there was no deterrence or any merit. Everyone didn't say anything, just quietly looked at his two fingers and pointed at the old man with dry bones

This battle, which is destined to go down in history, is finally about to kick off with the actions of the black fog man