The black earth is covered with deep valleys and mountains, and when you look down from above, these strange patterns crisscross this place into a strange world, and perhaps this is the original appearance of the world.

Violent winds continue all year round, weathering the layers of rock on those mountains into gravel and gravel, and the sand and dust fly up, blowing drought and desolation that stretches for tens of thousands of miles.

Every step on this sand leaves a deep footstep. Soon, the wind and sand buried the footprints again, as if no one had ever left a trace.

The wind is invisible, the water has no potential, and the mountains here have left the shape of the wind. Like a nebula swirling in the night sky, like the ruins of an ancient city wall, like a school of migrating fish in the sea, like a bird streaked across the sky.

But Qingya had no intention of appreciating the magnificent scenery along the way, and in his eyes, there was only the black lotus blooming on the distant horizon.

The dark earth crack is bottomless, and the green cliff looks out of the abyss, and under the bottomless darkness, only a fiery red silk thread shines brightly, that is, the lava underground is rolling.

Crossing the deep valley and turning over the hills, the figure of the young man on the shattered earth was speeding rapidly, and there were no stars pointing in the direction under a chaotic sky, Qingya had to stop from time to time to adjust his position to make sure that he was not running in the wrong direction.

In the continuous exhaustion and recovery of his spiritual power, Qingya has lost count of how long he has walked, there is no sun and moon here, and Qingya has lost the concept of time.

Looking back at the way he came, he couldn't see the direction he came in clearly, and in the same way, Qingya couldn't see how far the end was now. In this silent world, you are always alone.

At the end of the land, thousands of cliffs rise vertically into the sky. Looking up, the sky on the other side of the cliff was exceptionally bright, as the snow and ice reflected the only faint light into the sky.

Qingya stretched out his palm and touched the cliff in front of him, perhaps because of the relationship between his back against the snowfield, and the rocks of the cliff were also covered with a thin layer of ice, and it was smooth to start with, and there was no possibility of climbing.

Qingya slowly rose into the air, constantly climbing towards the sky, the cultivation of the foundation building period could not support the Qingya Imperial Sword to rise to the top of the cliff, so when the spiritual power was about to be exhausted, Qingya stabbed the long sword in his hand towards the ice rock in front of him.

The sharp tip of the sword instantly pierced through the ice and plunged deep into the layer of rock, and Qingya immediately stepped forward, turned over and stood on top of Qingying, and began to recover his spiritual power.

The higher you go, the stronger the wind becomes, the thinner the air becomes, the distance of each rise of the green cliff becomes shorter and shorter, and the time for pranayama becomes longer and longer. By the end, Qingya had climbed to the top step by step.

In the past, when the sword fairy Taibai stayed in the mountain temple at night, he traveled to the sky, holding the stars in his hand, and was afraid of the heavenly people. And now, Qingya stands at the extreme of the world, the sky is already under his feet, the world in front of him is no longer an endless flat land, and the horizon in the distance presents an arc of shining blue light

That is the end of the world.

Suddenly, Qingya felt a burst of light rise behind him, and when he looked back, it was a bright moon rising from the world of ice and snow and hanging in the night sky.

Accustomed to the dim sight, he suddenly saw a bright and flickering moonlight, Qingya's eyes were instantly flashed white, and his body shook a few times involuntarily, almost shaking himself down the mountain.

How could the moon rise?

Although he doesn't remember the world, Qingya can be sure that he has been running in this world for more than a month, and has never seen the sun rising and the moon setting.

Qingya tried to take a few steps back, allowing himself to lower the height of the mountain, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, and when he jumped to the top of the mountain again, the bright moon rose again.

Hell it, isn't this moon alive?

At such a height, the bright moon is in front of Qingya, looking at the flawless mirror wheel like white jade in front of him, the soft moonlight caresses Qingya's body, like a gentle spring breeze, bringing up a sluggish sleepiness, making people want to sleep in the embrace of the moonlight.

With his arms open, Qingya slowly embraced the bright moon in front of him into his arms, and the moonlight flowed, and Qingya gradually closed his eyes.

After running around for so many days, the fatigue that he had forcibly pressed down came to him, and he instantly removed all the defenses of Qingya.

"I'll just sleep for a while, just for a while, and I won't lose time."

Qingya thought so, and gradually sank into the gentle moonlight.

Just when Qingya's consciousness was about to dissipate, a sharp pain hit the spiritual platform, Qingya instantly opened his eyes, but found that he was just stepping into the air, if he took another step forward, he would definitely fall down the mountain and fall to the bones.

"Dirt is not stained, and vulgarity is not stained."

A cold law decision sounded in Qing Ya's mind, instantly pulling him back to reality, and hearing this voice again, Qing Ya's heart immediately settled down.

Master, have you been watching me?

Looking at the bright moon in front of him again, Qingya reacted, and now the size it showed was as big as what he usually saw on the ground.

If you can really touch the moon, then the size is already covered with the whole sky, how can you be held in your arms?

It seems that he still hasn't practiced to get home, Qingya laughed self-deprecatingly, swung his sword, and the bright moon in front of him split into two, lost his brilliance, and fell into the abyss.

Ahead, there is an endless ice field, and in this icy blue world, there is only a dead silence.

Let's go, Qingya jumped down from the peak with a sword and walked through this ice and snow.

quiet

At this time, the only feeling that Qingya broke into this place.

In the outer layer, there is still a howling wind, magma rolling, and although it is lifeless, the sound of nature still accompanies its ears. At this moment, the surroundings were so quiet that Qingya almost wondered if he had lost his sense of hearing.

It was only when his footprints shattered the ice on the surface of the ground and made a creaking sound that Qingya regained his senses.

Fortunately, the temperature around Qingya did not make Qingya feel cold, and there was no wind and snow howling here, so Qingya walked quite smoothly.

Walking through the vast ice field, there are huge mountain peaks standing in front of you, but unlike the previous cliffs, there are mountain roads leading to the top of the mountain, and from a distance, there seem to be pavilions looming on the mountain.

Are there traces of human life here?

With a hint of anticipation, Qingya embarked on the mountain road covered in ice and snow.

Along the way, Qingya saw dense bamboo forests, leafy laurel trees, high and low bushes, nimble squirrels lying on the branches, and white rabbit deer docked under the trees.

Walking up again, the heavy pavilion also gradually appeared in front of the green cliff, a flying arch connected the mountain walls on both sides, hung a huge plaque, "Yuxu Palace" three big characters in the eye.

I don't know how long this Jade Void Palace has been here, and the colors on the plaque have almost faded. Glancing at the palace in the distance, Qingya walked straight into this Jade Void Palace.

Time here seems to be frozen at a certain moment, and in the outer courtyard, the gurgling stream still maintains the moment when the water splashes, but these few drops of water can no longer fall into the water below.

In the pavilion of the octagonal eaves, this chess game is being placed, and the white son falls on the position of Tian Yuan, but the black son is only taken out of the chess box, and before he can land on the chessboard, time is stopped, and the two people who are playing here have disappeared without a trace.

Walking further, the cold palace reverberates with the footsteps of the green cliff, in the covered bridge, the main hall is full of candles, and there are even bath barrels in the wings, and the water in it is still steaming, everything is very tranquil, except for the lack of people.

Passing through various pavilions, Qingya walked to the innermost hall, which was different from the buildings outside, and it was an ice palace carved from ice and snow.

Stepping into the main hall, there were ice and snow guards standing on either side, holding a sword in one hand and a mirror in the other, looking condescendingly at the human who had broken into this place.

Click. Qingya heard a sound and immediately turned to look at the ice sculpture guards.

In the scripts of those legendary stories in the past, Qingya had seen similar scenes, these seemingly lifeless statues would immediately come to life once they found someone breaking in, killing outsiders who rushed in.

These statue guards are often extremely powerful, and because they don't feel pain, even cutting off their hands and feet will be of no avail, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

Now, they're not really going to come back to life.

Qingya stared nervously at the ice sculptures in front of him, the long sword in his hand was already flickering with cold light, ready to draw the sword at any time.

There was another click, and there was another sound, and Qingya looked up, only to find that there was a crack in an ice sculpture, and a little bit of ice slag fell down with the broken gap.

Kerala, the crack grew bigger and bigger, and soon the entire arm of the statue was covered

Boom, accompanied by a loud bang, the ice sculpture's arm smashed to the ground, stirring up a burst of ice mist, and the ground made of crystal was also smashed out of a deep pit.

Fortunately, Qingya dodged in time and was not affected by this unwarranted disaster.

It's so dangerous, Qingya was afraid to pat his chest, recalling what he thought just now, Qingya suddenly laughed.

You, you, don't work hard to practice, and watch those strange stories every day, but now it's okay, watching everything indiscriminately will only hurt you.

In the future, I must practice diligently and never spend time on these stories again.

Qingya secretly made up her mind, but who knows if she will strictly enforce it in the future?

Ahead, at the highest point of the main hall, under the throne, there was a flower made of ice cubes, which looked out of place in this solemn ice palace.