There are mountains in the far north, which are called snowy mountains, and the mountains are covered with snow and ice all year round, and the human race cannot go.

The endless snow, it has rained for an unknown number of years, the world is vast, and only the dazzling white light remains.

But 3,000 years ago, here, corpses were everywhere, rivers of blood flowed, and ghosts cried and howled, like purgatory.

Piles of bones cover the snow, and the spirits of the dead cover the mountains.

This was once the main battlefield of the Great War of Immortals and Demons.

This is also the hometown of the Snow Bird Demon.

The Snow Birds all died here, but they were not buried under the snow, but in the wombs of those gods, demons and demons.

The war had been fought for many years, and they were tired and tired of fighting, and I don't know which gluttonous person roasted a snowbird that was accidentally injured by spiritual power to eat. The fragrance wafted ten miles away, and even caused a skirmish, and the snow hooves on the snowy mountain ushered in the disaster of extinction.

As the only surviving Snow Bird, Snow Treasure is the chosen one.

After the war, he lived in the sea of corpses and blood for many years, eating meat and drinking blood, using his weak body and small appetite to stubbornly and desperately avenge the death of the snow hoof.

Until the endless wind and snow finally covered up the mess of the mountain, he cultivated from a small snow hoof to a snow hoof demon.

Three thousand years have passed, and since Xue Bao walked out of the Snow Mountain, there has been no trace of life in this snowfield.

From time to time, unfinished spiritual power scurried under the snow, or the magic weapon that sacrificed the spirit suddenly flew out of the ice, slashing and slashing, consuming the last of its residual power.

As a result, in the past 3,000 years, avalanches have often occurred in the Snow Mountain, which is so active that it is not like words.

When Xue Bao stood on this snowfield again, what he saw was no longer the scene of the past, he remembered that there used to be a high mountain in the south, but now it has become a small snowdrift?

Is this the so-called vicissitudes of life?

Snow Mountain is his obsession, but when he returns, he finds that this place, except for the blood river of buried frozen corpses under his feet, there is no trace of the past.

Even this snowfall in the sky is not 3,000 years of snow, and his people will never come back.

Disputes from all walks of life have arisen again, and here, this former battlefield, seems to have been forgotten.

"Come out. Xue Bao said in a deep voice.

A green robe flashed out from behind the snowdrift, and it was Bibo, the fifty-third princess of the Demon Realm.

"Where's Bai Tang?" Bi Bo asked straight to the point.

Xue Bao looked at the little greenery in the white snow, a smile hooked the corner of his mouth, and said, "Bai Tang, naturally he is with his old friend." ”

Bibo clenched his fists, his eyebrows were covered with frost, and he said angrily: "I don't care who he is with, I just ask you, where is he?"

"He's right at your feet. Xue Bao stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, his body was extremely cold, the snowflakes did not melt in his palm, his voice was extremely cold, as if rolling in the wind and snow of the snowy mountains.

The sound of the snow rolling all the way to Bibo's ears, her heart sank, and she looked down at her feet, but there was nothing but the vast white snow.

"Don't play tricks on me......"

"Shh......h Listen, do you hear the sound of chains?"

In the wind, the sound of broken iron chains seemed to come from the deep hell, and people's scalps tingled when they heard it.

Bibo frowned and asked, "Where did you keep them?"

"Didn't I tell you? right under your feet. The cruel smile on the corner of Xue Bao's mouth paused, and he said, "What, you want to go down too?"

Needless to say, this is going to start.

Bibo sacrificed the magic sword overflowing with purple qi, this sword was given to her by her father, named "Night", it has no other meaning, just because this sword was made by Jingzhao Demon Lord when he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

The fifty-three princesses of the Demon Realm have strong demon breath, and Xue Bao does not dare to underestimate the enemy, and he also sacrifices his cold moon scimitar at the moment.

Countless demon spirits have gathered in his String Moon Scimitar, all of which have laughed at him over the years for being a demon even if a bird can become a demon.

Megalomania is to die under his knife, and the demon spirits sealed in the knife are also megalomaniacs, every time they are sacrificed, Xue Bao can feel their restless aura, as if shouting: Fuck it!

Ironically, over the years, Xue Bao has killed more demons than gods, demons, people and ghosts. Sometimes, jealousy from one's own kind is far greater than that of other.

In the vast snowfield, the purple light diffused, and the two figures, one white and one green, were annihilated.

The wind is messed up, the snow is messed up.

The magic sword in Bibo's hand and the demon knife in Xuebao's hand collide every time they cause a deafening roar, causing the wind to roar wildly and the snow to crash angrily.

Xue Bao was born white and glowing, like the thousands of miles of snow in this snowy mountain, so white that it was dazzling, and the pestle to that was dizzying, and Bibo thought several times that he was fighting with a ball of snowballs.

She simply tore off a sleeve of her shirt and covered her eyes, so as not to be distracted by him.

The blue waves are like a green bamboo, standing in the ice and snow, indomitable, flexible and light, which is the momentum of the body, and it can also deter the three armies.

Xue Bao's eyes showed appreciation, and it was much harder to have an admirable opponent than to have a true friend.

Xue Bao doesn't have a true friend, but today, he is fortunate to have an admirable opponent.

The demon spirit in the String Moon Scimitar seemed to be resurrected with full blood, and with every move of Xue Bao, the demonic energy gushed out, overwhelming.

Bibo felt the countless demonic breaths besieging her, like thousands of horses, galloping forward.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, very good, today let this snow bird demon see the power of the princess of the demon world.

She also bravely faced the enemy on the battlefield of immortals and demons, killing all sides. The hot blood hidden in the body burned once again in this cold day.

In a trance, she returned to the hellish battlefield of 3,000 years ago.

As the fight became more intense, the killing aura on her body gradually rose, and her sword moves became more powerful and swift. Where the sword qi came, thousands of piles of snow were rolled up, and the wind was fierce, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

In this battle, it was fought heartily, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom, and neither of them dared to be careless, lest they fall behind if they were a little careless.

In a master's battle, the slightest mistake can be crushed.

After three days and three nights of fighting, Bibo was defeated in the end.

It's not that her skills are inferior to others, and she can't beat Xuebao, but when it comes to it, she can only be blamed for her bad luck.

In the crescent moon scimitar burst out a brilliant purple light, directly hitting the blue wave door, and when she blocked the gap between the sword, a large hammer buried for three thousand years burst out of the snow, quietly touched the ground, and smashed straight into the back of her neck. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Bibo fainted.

“......”

Xue Bao looked at the princess of the demon world lying in the snow, and the sledgehammer that had not rusted for three thousand years, and was stunned.

He is truly the chosen one!

This big hammer probably didn't expect that it would do such a big thing before its spiritual power was exhausted.

"Who said that this snowy mountain is deserted, isn't it quite lively!" Xue Bao laughed coldly.

Three thousand years have passed, and the things buried under the earth have not yet rested, so how can he, the living, be willing to rest?

Carrying the fainted princess of the Demon Realm, Xue Bao pinched the trick into the ice lake enchantment under the Snow Mountain.