The empty mountains were bathed in a fresh rain, and the night made people feel that it was early autumn.

The sunset is infinite, and the sunset casts its afterglow from the pine gaps. Clear spring water flows in the rocks. The surrounding bamboo forest was noisy under the light wind.

The northern cold region, a frozen land. It stands to reason that there will be no other three seasons except winter.

But it's different here, there will be winters, but not as harsh as the outside world.

Here, there are four seasons all year round.

In this world, there are not many regions with four seasons all year round. Under the rest of the vastness, even a primordial monk can reverse the four voids and appear the color of the four seasons.

But it is different in the northern cold region, where the cold is difficult to reverse and difficult to dissolve. If you want to do this, even a strong person in Xuanzhao will find it difficult to do it.

Their light sun is also able to resist this cold, and it is far from being able to do this reversal power.

Only those who can do this are those who are strong in the Nirvana realm.

Nirvana, bathing in fire. There was a firework in their bodies that was enough to sweep away the cold fireworks. With this firework, this power can be dissolved, and the trend can be reversed, so that the scenery of the four seasons can be revealed.

Most people in this world have never seen the warm flowers of spring, nor the heat of summer, nor the silence of autumn.

The people we met were lucky. Because they don't have to conjure up the rumored scenario in their heads.

Birds singing and flowers, buzzing butterflies dancing, lotus pond incense, and red leaves fall all over the ground. They can see them one by one.

The city where they are located is rarely disturbed by other powerful people. When you reach Nirvana, even if you are separated by several small realms, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat. It has been accumulated for countless thousands of years, so that the people have always been peaceful.

After the rain, the fields are particularly open and empty, and there is not a trace of dust and mist in the distance.

The gatehouse of the outer city, only by a round of the big river around the city, under the wind and moon, there is not the slightest ice, only the rippling blue waves.

In the inner ring, green trees connect the entrance to the city wall. And there were bridges on all sides of the river.

On the bridge to the north, a man in a black cloak, dragging a cart, walked briskly towards the city gate

There was a bulging pile of stuff in the cart, but it was covered by a curtain on the outside, and no one knew what the man was pulling.

The man approached the gate and glanced up at the wall above. On the city walls, several monks were stationed.

But strangely, the monks did not seem to see the man near the city gate.

"This is the outer city of Qianfan Gate? The man just glanced up and then withdrew his gaze.

His existence, not to mention that these monks stationed at the city gate could not be detected, even the most powerful existence of Qianfan Gate, the divine sense turned over thousands of times, and it could not be detected.

The man stretched out his hand and pushed lightly towards the city gate, and suddenly there was a squeak, and the gate was opened.

He continued to tow the cart and walked towards the city, towards the greenway, towards the city.

The gates had not been opened for years. Only when there is not enough meat in the city will there be strong people going out to hunt.

Although the Northern Cold Domain is covered in ice, it is not suitable for living creatures to survive. But in such an environment, some creatures still adapt.

These creatures are scattered everywhere. Unenlightened wisdom, but all of them are treasures.

Wearing fur can even withstand the wind and snow. But these furs are too expensive and not for ordinary people to wear.

"Uncle Yang is back?"

Several monks standing on the city wall were also stunned when they heard the wall door open wide, crunching and swaying in the wind.

Several monks had been standing in the city walls, though they were bored, and they often wandered around the world and did not know what to think.

But their gaze has been on the distance, and if a monk comes, they will be able to see it from afar.

But they didn't see any figure, coming from afar, and they didn't see any figure, walking from the other end of the bridge.

The door was wide open, and there were a few more figures in front of the door. It was these monks who guarded the city.

They looked ahead, then everywhere, and finally looked around, but still couldn't find a figure.

They glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's doubts.

"This wall door has not been opened for more than ten years since Uncle Yang came out of the mountain. Could it be that she came back? she came in a hurry, so she didn't let us notice it?" someone said thoughtfully.

Everyone felt that it was very reasonable, if a strong man like Uncle Yang didn't want them to notice, how could they see her enter the city gate?

Together, they closed the gates and returned to the city walls, where they continued to be drowsy and wander around the world.

For them, guarding the gates is boring. Qianfan Gate is the overlord of a domain, how can anyone come to invade?

.......

.......

Here, the unfathomable depth of the clear stream is the end point where all the streams in this area of the city gather.

The mountain road is rugged, and there seems to be a secluded person at the very top. In this seclusion, there is only a lonely cloud.

The bright moon in the pine is slightly dewed, and the clear light reflects the flower shadow.

In the middle of the peak, there is a clear pool. In this clear pool, the wind is vast, and the red has not decreased.

This water and mountains are very good with people. It's not exactly what is good, but it is infinitely good.

The red leaves are floating, with a wisp of fragrance, and the water shines with the moon.

In this season of falling leaves, the weeping poplars go down to the courtyard. Such as heavy curtain embroidery, but in the curtain, there is no human figure.

A sorrowful voice.

Weeping poplars have covered the entire lake, layer by layer. If you don't enter this curtain, it's hard to see a figure inside.

This is a middle-aged man with gray hair, sitting cross-legged in the lake.

The clothes are stained with water, but they are not wet.

"Fu'er has been out for thirteen years, and in the past thirteen years, only the first three years have been heard, and the next ten years have not been heard from. ”

The middle-aged man is the strongest person in Qianfanmen. With him in charge, no one has dared to invade for thousands of years. After all, in the Northern Cold Domain, the great powers of the Annihilation Realm all went to that heaven and earth, and the strongest one was the strong one in the late stage of Nirvana.

And this middle-aged man is in this rank.

The middle-aged man had a deep worry in his eyes.

Thirteen years ago, his disciples were ordered to go out in the vast snowy world, hunt beast-type creatures, and breed them in captivity for the people in the city to eat.

But he lost his news ten years ago. No matter how much he interrogated, he would not be heard.

This made the middle-aged man very anxious and anxious.

"Fu'er... After all, she is a Xuanzhao monk, and with her cultivation, even if she encounters a Nirvana powerhouse, if she blindly escapes, she can escape. It shouldn't be a problem........"

Although the middle-aged man said this, the delay of this syllable showed his uncertainty.

"There shouldn't be a problem. The middle-aged man's eyes revealed a deep sense of worry, and finally he sighed.

It is said that the gods are at the top of the sky

Brilliant, but chaotic. All the time, there is a battle between the monks.

In order to enter the rumored side of the world, for the sake of the monument, it must be a battle to the death.

His disciple is extremely talented, otherwise he would not have entered the Xuan in just 10,000 years. But there are few life-and-death battles, and the shots are not decisive enough, nor are they very spicy enough, so how can they compete with those monks who are fighting bloodily?

Chances are, something really happened.

"Before I was born, going back to 100 million years ago, I was originally a god, and there was no division between heaven and heaven. It's not called chaos. It's just that when there is a supreme supreme who slashes through the vast expanse with a sword, sprinkling infinite holy light, and then it is divided into this. ”

"It's just because there's supreme creation. All the second-step powerhouses went forward and rushed to that heaven and earth. It's just that after the three thousand second-step powerhouses rushed in, more than two thousand fell in one day. ”

"It is rumored that these strong men have fallen too strangely, one moment they are still walking, the next moment they will never be able to move, and their eyes are completely closed. ”

"The weirdness of their fall, the primordial gods are all in the body, but they are completely lifeless. For a time, most of the powerhouses in the Shenhuang Heaven fell here without explanation. There is no life, but there is still a physical body. ”

"This is too unbelievable, with the power of the Destruction Realm to investigate, these fallen people have not been injured in the slightest. At that moment, all beings were shrouded in an ominousness. ”

"Some fled in fear, while others continued to stay in search of creation. It's just that in the end, he almost died. There are only dozens of realm-destroying powers left. ”

This alarmed the Supreme and pushed it forward. I finally knew what the reason was, because of this fate. ”

"Because of the short life, the life is short. Therefore, except for the dozens of realm destroying powers, the rest of the powerhouses were all killed. Then, the Supreme also learned how to live long. At this point, Shenhuangtian has entered the era of troubled times. ”

Hundreds of millions of years of turmoil, although the follow-up was born stronger. But there have always been people who have been killed. Just to enter that side of the world.

"It's a pity that Uncle Shi stepped into that world a million years ago, otherwise, with his cultivation in the early stage of the destruction of the realm, he would not have fallen into the current state. ”

The middle-aged man has a headache now, in addition to the disciple's heart, there is another matter.

That is, a strong man came to visit and asked the middle-aged man to divide the mountain and then serve it as the master.

The strong man in the late stage of Nirvana, who is arrogant, will not agree.

Naturally, there was a big war. In this big battle, the middle-aged man was not an opponent at all, and that person did not kill him.

This battle was only seven days ago. The strong man gave the middle-aged man a seven-day time limit to consider, and today is the seventh day.

When the night fades, the morning sun rises again. Then it was time for him to decide.

If he didn't agree, he could only flee here with a few disciples, abandoning the inheritance that had been passed down. Otherwise, it will usher in a catastrophe!

At this moment, a man in a black cloak was walking in the middle of the city pulling a cart.

He glanced up into the distance and saw five stone tablets towering into the sky, the middle of which exuded a grand momentum.

"Five Xuanjing powerhouses......."

The man under the cloak smiled deeply and continued to walk forward.

His goal was the deepest mountain.