At the top of the prison mountain, the fog is shrouded, and the ten thousand glaciers are majestic and strangely beautiful, towering over the sky. Looking around, the jade piles are piled up, the stratus clouds are misty, and the snow stretches to the end of the sky.

It had been two days since he came out of the cave, and the journey was arduous, and Wu Jian finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

As soon as I ate a few pieces of jerky, a few black dots appeared in the distance at the bottom of the mountain, and they quickly went up along the mountain. As he ran, the light of the blade flashed from time to time. These people's cultivation is not low, and they can still walk as fast as they can on the steep snow-capped mountains.

Wu Yan glanced at it, groaned slightly, looked around, took a long wooden pole from the sleigh and put it on the bowstring, and sat on the top of the mountain and waited quietly.

The seven black dots quickly became larger, and soon even their faces were clearly recognizable, pointing at Wu Gen and shouting to stop. Looking at his outfit, it should be a cultivator who was intercepted by Zhu Juan Guo. Otherwise, on this snow-capped mountain where it is difficult to walk an inch, who has nothing to climb such a high place to enjoy the scenery.

Wu Yan licked his lips, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the bowstring was full, and the wooden pole was not aimed at these people, but pointed to a hillside above.

The seven people looked puzzled, not knowing what Wu Gen wanted. Suddenly, a man shouted, "He wants to create an avalanche, hide." ”

Since he had his divine sense, Wu Gan's sense has extended a lot, and after trying it, at least within a hundred zhang, he can naturally see where the cracks in these ice layers are.

With a whoosh, the pole flew out and stabbed straight into a black line in the ice.

The group of people at the bottom of the mountain scurried with their heads in their hands and fled in all directions. But after waiting for a while, there was no movement in all directions, only the whistling sound of the cold wind blowing through the mountains. There was a false alarm, and the seven people laughed, and fanned back towards the top of the mountain.

Pursing his lips, Wu Yan suddenly shouted, his tongue thundered, "Oh, give Lao Tzu an order, open, otherwise there will be no prison in the world." The sound came from afar, colliding back and forth between the valleys, and it seemed that thousands of people were responding.

The wind was getting stronger.

Suddenly, a ball of snow the size of a skull rolled down from under a wooden pole inserted in the snow. The snow jumped and tumbled down the hill, sticking to the snow foam along the way, growing larger and larger, and soon the size of a millstone, and then it was unbearable to go up and down with the house.

Belch......

The eyes of several people under the mountain moved with the snow mass, their faces were pale and suspicious. Watching the snow roll into the deep valley and rumble, several people breathed a sigh of relief, but it did not cause an avalanche. new

Just as he was about to step forward again, ......a series of terrifying sounds sounded, and the snow fog rose up, and a layer of snow the size of a house and dozens of feet long slid down the hillside.

Like a trumpet of a charge, with this agitation, layers of snow roared and rushed downward, pouring for thousands of miles, destroying and decaying everywhere it passed.

Under the huge tremor, the glacier, which had been silent for many years, was no longer settled, and the mountain-like ice fell down, and the entire Prison Mountain boiled.

The avalanche brought the wind, the wind stirred up the snow, the dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the drastic changes in the air flow made Wu Gan's divine consciousness useless.

A few people under the mountain were wiped out like dust in an instant in the face of such a catastrophe. No matter how high the cultivation is, how can it compete with the great power of heaven and earth, but it is just an ant acacia, a grasshopper shaking a tree, and a small one can't make a splash.

Wu Yan was dumbfounded, looking at the steaming mountain body of snow and mist, feeling the vibration coming from the soles of his feet, sensing the suction brought by the turbulence of the air flow below the mountain, he cast a magic technique, turned around and pulled the sleigh and ran wildly. One arrow is so powerful, it has caused such a big change.

I don't know how far I ran with my head down, Wu Gen felt that he had never run for such a long time in his life, and the trembling under his feet gradually subsided.

He sat on the ground and gasped for air.

When he calmed down and looked around, Shui Yunsheng was dumbfounded. In front of you is an endless ice field, unobstructed, without beginning and end.

Because there was no shelter, the strong wind that blew from time to time blew through the ice field, like a knife, cutting any bulge on the ice field that dared to resist into a flat surface.

There is not a trace of undulation on the ice field, like a huge mirror, quietly reflecting the sky.

The sky was milky white, and a layer of milk fog was always in the air. Looking down at the white ice, the sky and the earth are vast, and I can't help but feel in a trance, unable to distinguish which is the sky and which is the earth.

This is the legendary Plateau of Silence.

Quiet. Heaven and earth except the sound of the wind.

, no further movement. Even the sound of heartbeat, breathing, and the gurgling of blood flowing through the veins could be heard clearly.

Extinguish. This is a forbidden area for life, where there are no animals, no birds, not even a single plant or tree.

Even though Wu Gan had already expected such a situation, he was still a little surprised when he really set foot on the Plateau of Annihilation. This plateau is so high that even the Prison Beginning Mountain is low at its feet.

The snow was ravaging the wind, the wind was like a sword, and Wu Gan dragged the sleigh and stumbled on the ice. In the vast world, one person and one pry are like ants slowly wriggling.

The most difficult part of walking on ice is discerning directions. The heavens and the earth are all white, and the sun hides in the clouds and mist, and its light is evenly sprinkled all over the heavens and the earth, and the four poles cannot be seen. @

It is only at night, when a strong wind blows, blowing away some of the fog that envelops the heavens and the earth, and by the starlight of the sky, can we roughly discern the direction.

But even such opportunities are very rare, many times, the world is the same color, like an eggshell, Wu Gen can only find a path in the chaos. Once, after walking around for three days, Wu Gan found that the nail hole he had made during the previous camp was under his feet.

In order to prevent getting lost, Wu Gen sometimes had to rest during the day and walk by the faint starlight at night. But even the starlight on the plateau is stingy to appear, often for several days, the wind roars, and the heaven and earth are obscure. If you are not careful in this weather, you will be swept into the air with your sled.

If it was just like this, Wu Gen would not be afraid, it was just a difficult way to travel. The most terrifying thing is the same scenery, no matter how far you go, it looks the same everywhere, and the far and near have lost their meaning here. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing unusual that can comfort the heart that is gradually drying up.

Sometimes, Wu Jian even misses those who chase after him, even if he fights, it is more peaceful than this boundless loneliness.

Next to the sled, Wu Qian muttered to the empty sled.

"Shallow painting, this is the Zihao pen I prepared for you, it's good to watch you write every day in the future."

"Congyue, I didn't say you, with your arrogant nature, I'm afraid you won't even be able to marry a daughter-in-law, so it's better to find a random girl to marry."

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When a person walks alone, the most fearful thing is that he will lose his trust in his heart, and he can only use these thoughts to keep himself from collapsing. Wu Yan originally thought that after walking through the ghosts, he had become resistant to loneliness, but on this vast ice field, loneliness still penetrated his whole body like poison, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The speed of the march was extremely slow, and sometimes the wind was so strong that it was impossible to move a single step for several days.

The biggest problem came, there was not enough food to bring. According to the original calculation, this trip was to carry supplies according to a month's amount, looking at the half-deflated package, Wu Yan silently put down the jerky in his hand, and the daily food had been compressed to the extreme.

People are becoming more and more sleepy, which is a sign that the body has reached its limit, and has to rely on falling asleep to reduce unnecessary consumption.

There were no stars today, so Wu set up a simple tent on the sleigh and used spikes to nail the four corners of the tent deep into the ice. Wrapped tightly in the felt on his body, his head rested on the spiritual dwelling, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The longer he slept every day, Wu Jian found that the cultivation of the delusion technique was much faster, perhaps there was no one on the Silent Plateau, and the heaven and earth were much purer.

These days, Wu Jian often hears the sound of the waves in his dreams, and the sound of the waves is getting closer and closer, as if they are roaring in his ears, mixed with one or two strange chirps.

In a trance, Wu Jian felt that he was back in Dafeng Village, back to the dark hut, the oil lamps on the wall were still flickering, and the earth pit was still half collapsed.

Although the surroundings were simple, Wu Jian felt inexplicably at ease. From birth to the present, it can be described as a difficult survival, and a person is struggling to survive. Only in this humble hut can the heartstrings be relaxed and there can be a sense of peace.

Who would have thought that Wu Gan, who is snarky and cynical on weekdays, would be so eager to have a place to live and be accompanied by relatives, even if it is a poor Yan leaky house or a dirt-staired hut, the small black house is the last sustenance in his heart.

But all people, born in the world, from the moment they are born, are sailing against the current, whether they are smooth or bad, or powerful or gangsters, there is always a soft place in the bottom of their hearts, but they are wrapped in heavy armor on weekdays, and they are not sent by themselves.

That's it.

Lying on the earthen pit, Wu Gen fell asleep peacefully. The sound of the tide sounded again, crashing against the reef again and again. The voices grew louder, as if to break down these solid and stubborn stones like a barrier.

Where is this, Wu Yan was a little surprised. I was in a bright space, deep and far away, with wisps of clouds and mist distributed on the twilight.

These clouds are diverse and varied. Such as the slender feather floating in the air, such as the peak and mountain gathering, like the river rushing, shining. It is like ten thousand stars crushing mud and clouds, smeared on the sky.

Wu Jian felt like a shooting star, freely wandering through the magnificent and strange clouds.

Gradually, Wu Gan flew higher and higher, heading straight for the sky, the speed became faster and faster, and the surrounding nebulae swept back rapidly, leaving behind.

A shiny and blazing ball appeared in front of him, dazzling like the sun, and Wu Yan wanted to stop, but at this time he couldn't help himself. With a bang, they collided with each other.

When I woke up again, I found myself standing on a sandy beach.

The sky is green, and the sun and stars are not visible. In front of you, there is an endless sea. The water is deep, the waves are rolling, and countless firefly-like highlights swim in the water.

A long whale roar came from afar, the sound was ethereal, like the sound of a fairy in the sky, and the echo of the hollow valley penetrated the endless waves and reached the bottom of Wu Gan's heart.

Unconsciously, Wu Yan slowly walked into the sea. Under the blue water, points of light gather and surround you. Wu Gan turned into a swimming fish, swimming freely in the sea, and playing with the bright spots wandering around.

The sea water is warm and quiet, the swimming fish gradually sinks, and the further down it goes, the stronger the seawater's rejection of itself becomes, and Wu Gen does not let it fall. Reluctantly, Wu Yan was annoyed in his heart, since he was not allowed to go deeper, he wanted to go and see.

The swimming fish danced their fins and tails vigorously, breaking through the water and heading downward, and the surrounding area gradually lit up.

In the sea, white prismatic pillars of light penetrate the seawater, arranged in a regular and orderly manner, and dots of light escape from these pillars of light.

Around the pillar of light, huge transparent jellyfish stretched out their slender tentacles, slowly swimming, sometimes touching the pillar of light, sometimes passing away.

Swimming through the middle of these pillars of light, there were whispers of softness, warmth and comfort.

Touching one of the pillars of light, images flashed in front of Wu Gan's eyes.

A humanoid figure dances a knife in it, the knife style is quite familiar, and if you think about it carefully, it is the sky's falling style. Shuttling through pillars of light, all kinds of bizarre pictures flashed, some pages of books were windless and automatic, and some were grinding discs slowly rotating.

After swimming for a long time, listening to the sound of murmuring, Wu Gen gradually relaxed physically and mentally, stretched out his body, no longer deliberately, and drifted with the tide in this fantastic scene.