The two walked side by side, stepping out of the divine farmland in one step, the hurricane rose out of thin air, the distance between the two steps seemed to be separated by two completely different worlds, Xiao Xie hugged his white tiger, and almost everyone was blown away.

Xiao Qianye raised his hand to cover his eyes, the wind was too strong, and the thick winter coat not only could not withstand such a severe cold, but made it even more difficult for him to walk.

"Less, less pavilion master......" Xiao Xie's voice quickly disappeared into the wind, obviously only one step away from him, but the voice seemed to float from an extremely distant place, "The wind here will be particularly abnormal around the Midyear Festival...... You have to be careful, be careful with the snow under your feet!"

"Forget it, you go back. Xiao Qianye directly took off the clothes he had just put on and threw them to Xiao Xie, pointing behind him, "The wind is a little abnormal, you go back and garrison the Divine Farmland with Shi Feng, inform Xiao Yibai, and strictly guard against the Thousand Machines Palace." ”

"Huh?" Xiao Xie looked up in surprise, thinking that he had heard it wrong, he couldn't open his eyes at all due to the wind, and he could only barely see the young pavilion master wearing a thin summer coat, and walked a long way with a steady pace.

He had no choice but to use his sword qi to resist the cold wind, and if he brought a lieutenant general who didn't know anything about magic in this strange weather, it would undoubtedly only lag behind.

Xiao Qianye stared at the snow under his feet, such a strong wind, the snow particles did not move at all, and in the perennial cold area of the Weeping Snow Plateau, the snow was not frozen into ice, and it was still soft and soft when stepped on.

Whether it is the Divine Farmland above or the Dengxian Road below, there is no wind and no snow, but the road connecting the two places has such an abnormal climate.

This road was only a mile long, and at his speed it would only take a few minutes at most, but Xiao Qianye had already felt some strange smell in the air around him, which made him involuntarily slow down his pace and clench his sword spirit vigilantly.

It was this mile of road that stopped all the invaders for the White Sect, and when the military pavilion cleaned up the White Sect, it was outflanked and attacked from all sides at the same time, and the detachment he led took the most difficult mile of the front.

The situation that year was far worse than it is now, the evil spirits were mixed in the wind and snow, tearing at the flesh and blood of the soldiers, and even the seven-turn sword style of Kunlun Mountain could not completely keep up with the surging evil spirits.

Now, with the collapse of the White Sect, the evil spirits of the past have long ceased to exist, but the wind and snow have not only not abated at all, but have become serious year after year.

There was a "click" under his feet, it should have stepped on something, Xiao Qianye took a step back, bent down to remove the snow, and his face sank - it was human bones, which had been frozen and could be broken by one foot.

Not only did they vainly attempt to attack the rest of the White Sect, but more than 3,000 soldiers from the military pavilion of that year also died on this mile of the road.

Xiao Qianye suddenly closed his eyes uncomfortably, and reburied the white bones with snow, he only came back from Kunlun Mountain that year, eager to make meritorious contributions to seize power, and also volunteered to lead the team to attack the Qianji Palace from the front, they started from Fulong Town at the foot of the mountain, and cleared the entire mountain road all the way unimpeded, and killed the Dengxian Road without effort, just when the morale of the whole team was high, and they were ready to take the Shentian farmland in one fell swoop and smash the Qianji Palace of the main altar, they stepped here.

Then, in an instant, half of the warriors vanished.

That was the first time he was frightened by the White Sect, different from the traditional Kunlun swordsmanship and immortal arts, the White Sect presented an unheard-of terrifying evil art, they could not only control the disembodied evil spirits in the wind, but also awaken the white bones that had been sleeping in the snow for thousands of years, and those bones were pieced together in a strange posture in front of him in various shapes - people, beasts, birds, no matter how the sword spirit cut the white bones into pieces, they would regather.

He was trapped here for half a day, and his physical strength quickly reached the limit, even if he tried the sword with his brothers in Kunlun for a whole day, he never felt a sore arm, but that day, he even had a hard time holding the sword spirit.

The strange phenomenon here came to an abrupt end after the big brother arrived.

Xiao Qianye's eyes were bright, and he suddenly paused - that's right, if Xiao Yibai hadn't arrived in time at that time, he would probably have died on this mile with all the soldiers.

Further back, he met his strongest opponent to date, the Great Commander of the White Sect, Cen Ge.

He knew this person, because Uncle Qiushui used to be the great commander of the White Sect, Cen Ge had been guided by his uncle when he was young, and he was not ignorant of Kunlun's swordsmanship, coupled with the strange and unpredictable martial arts of the White Sect, he even fell behind for a time, although he was only the great commander, but his magic cultivation was extremely exquisite, far above the sect leader Feiying back then, and the evil spirits and white bones outside were controlled by him alone.

It was the first battle he had fought back to Feiyuan, and it was also the most dangerous battle, he couldn't miss it at this time anyway, otherwise the military pavilion would fall into the hands of others, and the Tianzheng Mansion would fall into crisis.

Just when the two were inseparable, he seized the fleeting opportunity and completely cast all the Feng Ten Sword Techniques in a few seconds, Cen Ge was caught off guard and finally revealed his flaws, and the Feng Ten Sword Technique froze the Great Priest along with the mountain wall of the apse! In order to prevent the other party from using strange spells to escape again, he used Feng Ten twice in a row, and on the basis of the ice, he was frozen twice!

At that moment, he saw shock in Cen Ge's eyes, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and before he could say his last words, he was sealed in ice.

After Cen Ge was frozen in ice, the evil spirits and white bones here disappeared with it, but the wind and snow remained.

The wind and snow should have been the work of another great priest, Cen Qing, but by the time he went back to look for Feiying and Cen Qing, the two had already disappeared.

Thinking of these past events after eight years, he realized that it was Xiao Yibai who saved himself from Cen Ge's hands, and then saved Feiying and Cen Qing from his own hands.

"Huh...... You're so busy. He couldn't help but mutter, without the obstruction of evil spirits and white bones, this bit of wind and snow did not pose a danger to him at all, and the Ascending Immortal Dao appeared in front of him, which was a transparent ice platform.

The moment the wind and snow stopped abruptly, he saw the golden "holy light" refracted from the top of the distant Thousand Machine Palace.

Xiao Qianye was stunned, and looked at the light in disbelief - he had come to Dengxian Dao to pay homage to the so-called "holy light", but it was a sunny day, and the sun shone on the amber jade on the top of the Qianji Palace, reflecting such a bright golden light, but now it was late at night, and it was still a cloudy day today, not even the moon, why was that holy light still so dazzling?

In a trance, he remembered the warnings of everyone in the imperial capital - the White Sect is a cult.

White Sect ...... Is it really a cult?

Xiao Qianye's hand holding the sword gradually increased its strength, and there were shocking waves in his heart, Baijiao is one of the oldest religions in Feiyuan, its history is almost the same period as the Sun and Moon Temple in Yangchuan, the only difference is that its previous sect leaders must be extremely rare and noble aliens, according to the records of the classics in the Baijiao Sect, since the creation of the sect, all the one hundred and forty sect masters who have been recorded, almost all of them are members of the seventy-two departments of the year.

It is said that when the White Sect chooses a new leader, it must drip blood on the Divine Seat of the Thousand Machine Palace, and only those who can make the Lotus Divine Throne ignite the fire are qualified to take over the White Sect.

To humans, it is undoubtedly a cult, but to aliens, it is actually closer to a cult of God.

Is there still some secret hidden in that lotus seat and the amber and jade at the top of it?

Thinking of this, Xiao Qianye anxiously prepared to go back, and at this moment, the mountain road along the Dengxian Road was suddenly lit up with a little fire.

He involuntarily stopped again, turned to look at this rugged mountain road, both sides of the road have already hung prayer lamps, because the Gara people believe that the closer to the place of the ascending immortal road, the easier it is for the prayer to be heard by the gods, so every year many people rush here to take the lead in hanging their prayer lamps.

These lamps will not light up on their own, and only when the Snow Lake Festival is turned on, will they be lit by a nameless spiritual power in the center of the candle.

He immediately realized a problem, and now in the Thousand Machines Palace, someone has opened the Snow Lake Festival.

Is it Flying Shadow...... He thought silently, the Snow Lake Festival can only be opened by the sect masters of the past dynasties, this is knowing that he has joined the Wind Demon, why don't you avoid suspicion and play the Snow Lake Festival in front of him?

"Hmph. Although he was a little unhappy, he still walked down the mountain road curiously, carefully looking at the prayer lamp on the side of the road.

The lamp was made by the Gara people, it was very rough and rudimentary, and a wick was tied to it, and the fire was directly attached to the wick, and there was no temperature, just like a candle flame.

A row of small characters was written crookedly on the paper lamp: "Parents live a long life, and my brother is healthy." ”

He was stung in the eyes by this line of words, bit his lip lightly, and looked at the paper lamp for a long time.

Parents live a long life...... His parents are long gone, he left home at a young age, his parents' faces are already very blurred, and his brother An Kang Xiao Yibai lacks the word "Ankang" and "Ankang", but he is afraid that it is just an extravagant hope.

Xiao Qianye shook his head with a wry smile and continued to walk forward, looking at every prayer seriously.

He walked in the light of the fire that was clearly extinguished, and in an instant it was like a disorder of time and space, and his eyes were flowering, and he saw many strange figures in front of him.

Xiao Qianye was startled, and then fixed his eyes, he actually saw Xi Hui and Huangyan in the crowd!

They stood in front of the tall and majestic temple, countless sky lanterns floated in from below, and a woman in white gently caught the lamp, and the candle flame reflected her stunning face, like a goddess with a thin shimmer.

"What is written on it?" someone asked her, but it was the name of the god of prophecy in the heavenly realm.

The goddess smiled, and the smile was so quiet that it seemed to melt all the cold, and said, "The soul returns to its homeland...... It's a lost undead. ”

"The soul returns to his hometown......" Xiao Qianye pressed his forehead, feeling a tearing pain in his brain, these four words seemed to awaken the memory of sinking for thousands of years, making his body tremble uncontrollably, and he held on to the mountain wall next to him.

That was Di Zhong's memories during the God of War period, right? Together with his fellow initiates, he was in the heavenly realm of the gods, listening to the voices of the thousands of streams.

Sound...... There seemed to be other sounds.

Xiao Qianye stared at the mountain road in front of him, at the end of his gaze, there was a pair of figures supporting each other, and walked up with great difficulty, the man was holding a paper lamp in one hand, and the other hand was tightly holding the woman next to him, they were wrapped in shabby winter clothes, looking very embarrassed, but the cheeks that were frozen red were still filled with a satisfied and happy smile.

The two of them hadn't noticed Xiao Qianye not far away, walking and stopping, breathing in the palm of their hands to keep warm, and talking to each other from time to time, like a pair of newlywed Yan'er.

There was a cold light of disdain in Xiao Qianye's eyes, these two people should be the people of the town under the mountain, walking seventy miles from Fulong Town at night just to hang a lamp? If there is any danger on the road, will there really be a god to save them in that empty Qianji Palace?

The man saw the man in military uniform in front of him, and immediately grabbed his wife and stopped.

"Oh, are you a believer who came to hang the lamp?" The young wife, who had not yet noticed who he was, looked him up and down several times, and exclaimed: "Isn't it cold that you are wearing so little? If you go down the mountain from here and go back to Fulong Town, I'm afraid it's going to be dawn, but don't be blown cold by the cold wind, the doctors in the town have been too busy to spare their hands lately!"

Xiao Qianye's eyebrows frowned, Fulong Town is a town with a relatively large population in Jialuo, adding up to about seven or eight thousand people, although the town is small but full of organs, and the villagers of the nearby small villages will also come to the town to catch up with the market to see a doctor.

"Diya, don't talk nonsense with him, he's the master of the military pavilion. The man unhappily protected his wife behind him and pointed to the white sword spirit in his hand, "He has the golden order of the military pavilion master on his shoulder, and he still holds a white long sword in his hand, he is the military pavilion master!"

"Pavilion Master?" Diya was shocked and frightened, naturally knowing what these three words represented, she hurriedly hid behind her husband's back, and secretly probed out, looking at him in fear.

"Hang your paper lamps, and leave me alone, for though I don't believe in white religion, I won't destroy these things. ”

"Go, ignore him. The man snorted coldly, pulled his wife to continue to climb up, Xiao Qianye took the initiative to get out of the way, only to see the two of them trying to stand on tiptoe, hang the paper lamp they were carrying to the front, and then kneel reverently on the mirror platform of Dengxian Road, put their hands together, and the lips of the two people moved gently at the same time, silently reciting the same wish.

The wick of the candle in the paper lamp lit up at once, reflecting the happy faces of the couple.

"It's bright, it's on! The gods heard us!" Diya happily shook her husband's hand, for the first time since the White Sect was exterminated by the imperial capital eight years ago, she had seen the paper lamp light up!

"Is the sect leader back?" The man's expression was serious, staring intently at the golden light on the top of the Thousand Machines Palace, and then turning his head to look at Xiao Qianye vigilantly, "What kind of tricks is the military pavilion doing? What are you doing in the Thousand Machines Palace? The Snow Lake Festival can only be activated by the sect master, are you hindering it?"

"Wouldn't you go up and see for yourself?" Xiao Qianye sneered, his gaze like a shuttle, "As long as you can cross the mile road ahead, and then avoid the White Tiger soldiers in the Divine Farmland, and then sneak into the Thousand Machines Palace, and go around to the Snow Lake behind......"

The man gritted his teeth, knowing that the other party was just mocking himself in this way.

The face of the pavilion lord is far more recognizable in Jialuo, but I am afraid that it is far higher than the emperor and the crown prince in the imperial capital, after all, in addition to him, there is a person exactly like him who is stationed here all the year round.

"Lan Zhou, let's go back. Di Ya was afraid that her husband and the military pavilion master would clash again, so she hurriedly got up and wanted to hold him, but at this time, a gust of wind rolled up on the Dengxian Road, Di Ya's thin body was crooked, her feet slipped, and she was about to roll down the mountain!

"Ahhh......h

"Diya!" Lan Zhou hurriedly rushed out to grab his wife, the ice and snow under his feet cracked, and he stumbled and fell down together.

"Tsk......" Xiao Qianye looked at the couple, subconsciously grabbed Lan Zhou first, and threw him on the Dengxian Road with a strong lift, and then rushed out quickly, chasing Diya, and stabbing the empty sword into the mountain wall, Xiao Qianye grabbed Diya with one hand, held the sword spirit with the other, and gritted his teeth to stop the decline of the two.

Diya grabbed his arm in shock, but Xiao Qianye's heart was filled with doubts again - this woman's hands are slender and slender, and even her nails are carefully trimmed, not like a woman who can work in ordinary people.

"Huh...... Unexpectedly, the military pavilion master also has a kind side. Then, the panicked face calmed down a little bit and became casual, but the hand that grabbed him was even harder, and the nails were deeply buckled into Xiao Qianye's flesh and blood!

"You!" Suddenly sensing that the situation was different, Xiao Qianye wanted to shake off this hand, but the hand that was scratched by her suddenly lost all strength, and then the whole body went soft and fell uncontrollably like a mess of mud.

The strength of the woman is amazing, and after she stood firm, she grabbed Xiao Qianye's shoulder and made a skilled back fall!

Xiao Qianye looked up at Diya, she clapped her hands, took off her shabby winter clothes, and finally revealed her true face, at this time, Lan Zhou also jumped down from the Dengxian Road, squatted in front of him, and said with a smile: "I thought that the military pavilion master was so powerful, he couldn't dodge such a simple sneak attack, and he racked his brains to arrest him in seven or eight ways, but I didn't expect it to be so easy, hey, I'm afraid that tomorrow the White Tiger Legion will send someone to collect your body at the bottom of the mountain." ”

"Oh. You're very thoughtful. Xiao Qianye was lying on the ground, unable to move a bit, and still responded coldly without fear, Lan Zhou had already quickly pressed his sword spirit, "It's all like this, and my tongue is so fast, I will accept this sword spirit unceremoniously, I can show off for a while when I take it back......, right?"

"Lan Zhou!" Diya kicked over, directly kicked his companion in the face, and scolded: "I hate acting with you the most, you talk the most nonsense, hurry up and hold him down, the adult said he wants to live." ”

"Chief......" Xiao Qianye silently repeated the unfinished words in Lan Zhou's mouth, and sneered: "Lord Governor?"

"Guess what, you have offended so many people, guess who wants to arrest you?" Lan Zhou was still nagging in his mouth, and the strength in his hands was not weak at all, he grabbed Xiao Qianye's hands behind his back, and Di Ya took out a thumb-thick rope from his arms and tied it around his wrist several times, and then still not at ease, he pulled out another rope and tied it around his arm a few more times.

"Don't be so careful, he can't move if he is poisoned by the cartilage, otherwise he would have done it a long time ago. Lan Zhou took a sip of phlegm and leaned against the mountain wall to rest for a while, but Di Ya ignored him at all and continued to tie Xiao Qianye's feet.

"You carry him. Diya didn't want to delay in this kind of place for a minute, and after tying seven or eight ropes, she ordered directly to her companions, "It's the White Tiger Legion above, if you don't go faster, someone will catch up with you, and your efforts will be lost, go quickly!"

"Am I carrying him?" Lan Zhou pursed his lips and glared at Xiao Qianye, it takes seventy miles to go down the mountain here, the mountain road is rugged and curved, the ice and snow are slippery, he has to carry such a big man down without exhaustion?

"You don't carry it, do I carry it?" Di Ya scolded, Lan Zhou did not show weakness, and said in a weird manner, "Di Ya, don't pretend to be a weak woman in front of me, just when you fell him just now, few women can do it, one person can carry half of it, okay? For the sake of you being a woman, I will let you travel ten miles, I will carry forty miles first, and you will carry thirty miles, how about it?"

"Hmph. Diya squinted her eyes and said mockingly, "You deserve to be old and haven't married a daughter-in-law, so you don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, which girl will take a fancy to you?"

"Oh, don't take a fancy to me, fierce, who do you think wants to marry you?" Lan Zhou played with his mouth, and started Xiao Qianye, who couldn't move, and Di Ya followed and put away the empty sword, and the sword spirit shook violently in her palm, and suddenly her entire arm spasmed and trembled, and she almost got out of her long sword.

"Will this sword hurt itself?" Lan Zhou exclaimed, Diya calmed his face, picked up the tattered clothes on the ground, wrapped the empty sword, and simply tied it on his back.

"Let's go. Di Ya opened the way in front, although Xiao Qianye had no strength, but he was conscious, he blew lightly in Lan Zhou's ear, and sighed, "Do you really think that you can take me away so easily?"

"Huh?" The two of them turned their heads at the same time, and suddenly saw a pure white figure flash on the Immortal Road, and before they could see clearly, the ice under their feet suddenly turned into icicles, directly locking them inside!

"Who is it?" Di Ya quickly pulled out the scimitar on her waist, and Lan Zhou also quickly put down Xiao Qianye, and the two looked at the man in white who was getting closer and closer vigilantly.

It was a face exactly the same as that of the Pavilion Master, with a mysterious smile, and in the next moment, it manipulated the ice and snow to nail the two people to the mountain wall like spikes!

"Xiao, Xiao Yibai!" Diya recognized him, his beautiful face turned pale in an instant, and a bean-sized cold sweat oozed out in the ice and snow - what's the matter, hasn't this person already resigned? Why did he still appear on the Ascending Immortal Road?

"Are you okay?" Xiao Yibai didn't care about the two people who were nailed, the spiritual power under his finger was like a knife, and he easily cut the rope tied to his younger brother, and bent down to check it again, ignoring the danger in front of him, and even laughed, "Oh, it seems that I won't be able to move for a while, or I'll carry you back, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Xiao Qianye looked at him expressionlessly, only to see Xiao Yibai holding back a smile, a white tiger walked down from the top of the Dengxian Road, he lowered the two from the ice wall to seal the action, and threw them directly on the back of the white tiger.

"Hey, I haven't carried you in years. Xiao Yibai picked up his younger brother, really carried him on his back, and squeezed his eyes, "You are a lot heavier than before!"

"Back to ...... Thousand Machine Palace. Xiao Qianye obviously didn't want to talk to him, but his body really couldn't move, so he could only urge unhappily.

"Hmm. Xiao Yibai nodded and ordered to his white tiger, "Give these two people to Xiao Xie, let him keep an eye on them, and wait for Qianye to recover, and then come to interrogate." ”

The white tiger obediently flicked his tail and turned around and walked into the snowstorm.