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In the far north, there is a long wind and snow, the cold wind is blowing, and as far as the eye can see, within thousands of miles, there is a vast expanse, and the mountains and rivers are difficult to see. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the diffuse cold wind, a thin man, tightly wrapped in a thin black robe, slowly walked step by step through the knee-high snow, looking up at the distance from time to time, a little black that was half hidden in the dense wind and snow.

Not far from the thin man, a huge mountain stands tall between heaven and earth, strange peaks and mountains, clusters of seats like waves, countless oblique ice rocks stretch to the sky, on each corner of the ice peak, there is a warrior who stands upright, a very white robe hunting and dancing in the wind, the body, almost integrated with the surrounding wind and snow.

This is where the War Emperor's Palace used to be located, and now, in addition to the hundreds of Station Clans standing on the Ice Ridge of the Sudden Peak, there are very few of the War Clans left here, and most of the War Clans have been removed from the former Sword Domain by the War Emperor, and either guard, or participate in that one, which is an extremely important sacrifice ceremony for the War Emperor...... Fengyun Wuji is like an ordinary person, walking in the long wind and snow not far from the Battle Emperor Peak, and did not attract the attention of any of the war clans, at the peak, a stream of strong and weak breaths entered Fengyun Wuji's heart, although some of them were powerful to the realm of the middle of the god level, but Fengyun Wuji passed by the Battle Emperor Peak like a traveler, but did not alarm anyone.

On the side, with the footsteps of Fengyun Wuji, some snow suddenly lifted from under his feet, and with the air current, pieces of snowflakes intentionally or unintentionally covered the figure of Fengyun Wuji, looking from a distance, the air on the side of Fengyun Wuji facing the side of Zhan Di Peak twisted from time to time, with the wind and snow that were not much, and rolled very regularly, just covered the black robe, and looked at the side in a vast distance, and there was no human figure...... Whether it was the rolling of the wind and snow, or the distortion of the air, it did not cause the slightest energy fluctuation that was enough to make the generals who were entrenched on the peak pay attention, all of this naturally seemed to be the natural changes of the wind and snow between heaven and earth, no one thought that in the Demon Domain, the sword god who had to retreat and heal after the Emperor of War came back, at this moment, was so close to the peak of the Emperor of War...... Phew!

A scream came from the white clouds, the kind of war eagle raised by the war clan, the special high-pitched cry, so that the walking Fengyun Wuji couldn't help but move slightly in his heart, frowned, Fengyun Wuji couldn't help but raise his head, the huge spirit was quietly breaking out, diffuse upward, the sky was only connected with the clouds that were no different from the snow, but Fengyun Wuji looked up to the sky on the dark pupils, from the thick clouds, but gradually appeared a vigorous and powerful blurred black shadow, the black shadow stretched its wings, looking down on the earth at a very high place...... Fengyun Wuji's consciousness speed suddenly skyrocketed, like a tide, from all directions, towards the vigorous war eagle...... Wow!~ Another chirp broke through the clouds from the sky and slanted into the earth.

A smile emerged from the corner of Fengyun Wuji's mouth, smiled, Fengyun Wuji stretched out his big sleeves, lowered his head, and walked unhurriedly towards the holy land in his heart, Xuanyuan Hill...... At this time, the chirping of the war eagle above the Battle Emperor Peak had been sounding for a whole day, and then, the war general at the top of the peak found that this war eagle had actually circled along the same circular trajectory in the sky for a whole day...... Beihai Xuanyuan Hill, a holy place in the hearts of the human race, every year, there will be some pilgrims with unknown surnames to this holy place to repent and make a pilgrimage. Regardless of the status outside of this area, everyone here maintains a humble and respectful heart...... Ancient, big, big, in many places that can be seen and cannot be seen, there are so many people, fighting for the ideals in their hearts, they may fail, in the process, they may have committed many sins, but they are not noticed, but here, they are all honorable, in the heart, they are pure.

Standing in the snow, Fengyun Wuji looked indifferently at the Beihai Xuanyuan Hill looming in the distance, with a complicated look on his face, and his right leg took a step towards the Beihai Xuanyuan Hill, and finally retracted.

"There are many Terrans who have died at my hands...... , Xuanyuan Hill...... In the future, I'm afraid, it will be difficult for me to have the face to step into that place......" With a long sigh, Fengyun Wuji's footsteps turned, and he walked towards the other side, the leaning tower where he had stayed overnight with Yingyu...... Perhaps because the time is wrong, along the way, it is difficult for Fengyun Wuji to see a few black-robed pilgrims, compared with the last pilgrimage, in this time, one after another, silent, pilgrims heading towards the North Sea, very sparse.

Although I don't know why that tradition arose and how it arose, every black-robed pilgrim who went to Beihai to confess invariably abided by this tradition...... Here, everyone returned to the initial state of the billion-dollar plane - everyone gave up what they had learned, and came here to worship as an ordinary clansman in the billion-dollar plane, looking for the most precious and original place in their hearts.

The three leaning towers, which will fall but not fall, are covered with thick snow, like a witness, witnessing the sincere footprints of the pilgrims.

Gently pushing open the half-worn wooden door, the snow slid down from the wooden roof, covering the shoulders of Fengyun Wuji, and then shook to the ground with a rustling sound. Like the other pilgrims, like a ghost, Storm Woo slowly stepped into the Leaning Tower.

The cold weather, the wind and snow that turned into indifference outside, and the inside, on the ground of the leaning tower, a thick layer of ice, although the ground was cold, several pilgrims sat on the ground willingly, closed their eyes, motionless, no one spoke, and there was no communication with others...... Feng Yun Wuji slowly stepped on the wooden ladder that squeaked and groaned, sprinkled with snow leaking through the gaps, slowly walked up to the second floor of the leaning tower, found the lamp on the wall, lit it slowly, placed the lamp on the ground, and then sat down cross-legged next to the lamp.

The second floor of the Leaning Tower was cold and cold, and the faint and pale light from the cloudy lamp swayed, blending in with the pale environment inside the Leaning Tower...... Here, Fengyun Wuji once again felt the feeling of extreme peace in his heart, stepping into this quiet slope is like stepping into another world, a world that only belongs to himself, a world far away from the outside.

Faintly, a low sobbing sound came in through the gap with the wind, listening to the sad sobbing, people's hearts became more cold, faintly with a little despair.

Gradually, it was completely an unconscious behavior, and the consciousness of Fengyun Wuji was like water, melting into the surrounding air, slowly sinking into the entire ice and snow, thoughtless, unusually calm, and even forgetting himself...... All the anger quickly dissipated from Fengyun Wuji's body, and lying here was no different from a piece of dead wood...... In the old oil lamp, there is not much lamp oil, but it is very burned, a lamp, often a long time has passed, but the oil in the oil lamp, but not a lot of ...... An old oil lamp, a small space, a forgotten corner, loneliness, quietly growing in my heart...... If no one disturbs him, Fengyun Wuji may be in this thoughtless, selfless, and matterless realm, quietly spending endless years, forgetting everything, until- "You are here......" A loud voice suddenly sounded from the four sides of the heaven and earth, like an ancient bell, directly hitting Fengyun Wuji's divine consciousness integrated into the endless void...... At the same time, in front of Fengyun Wuji's knees, in the flickering, half-dried oil lamp, a pale flame the thickness of a thumb suddenly swelled, and when it swelled to a certain extent, from the deepest part of the flame, an oily shadow fell down the edge and stretched along the ground.

Wow peel!

The expanding pale flame suddenly let out a roar, and then all the sparks disappeared, on the ground, not far in front of Feng Yun Wuji, on the ground, a shadow continued to stretch upward, and in the blink of an eye, a wide black robe appeared in front of Feng Yun Wuji out of thin air, a thin palm grabbed the flying hem of the clothes, pulled it down suddenly, and wrapped it tightly around his body.

"You're here," Feng Yun Wuji suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the black-robed man in front of him, his face calm and calm, as if all this was expected by him, and there was nothing else that could shake his mind.

Da!

Behind him, on the wick of the half-extinguished ancient lamp, a wisp of flame suddenly rose, and a cloud of white gas shrouded around the oil lamp.

On the oil lamp, the pale flame suddenly rose from the ground, floated in the air, the flame dispersed, and suddenly formed a yin and yang pole pattern in the air, and around that circle of fireworks, a strange pattern similar to a turtle shell floated in the air, and the yin and yang fish-like flame was enveloped in it - it was the gossip pattern!

"You really didn't disappoint us...... "The black-robed man looked up and muttered.

Fengyun Wuji was dressed in a black robe without wind and was empty, his right hand suddenly stretched out, and with a stroke in the void, between the two of them, a spatial crack took shape, and tens of millions of miles away, the book with a golden silk cover suddenly disappeared from the Sword Pavilion...... As soon as he stretched out his hand, Fengyun Wuji grabbed the magic book with the golden cover that fell from the crack in the space, and then threw it into the arms of the black-robed man......

(To be continued)