Deep in the dark, cold and biting. Here, it's all frozen.

It stands to reason that in this place of snow all year round, even if the sky and the earth are not light, the color of this snow can clearly distinguish everything reflected here.

It's just that here, even if it covers a radius of millions of miles, or even tens of millions of miles, and maybe even more expansive, and it is a thick and thick snow light, all of which shine on the knots, it can't illuminate a trace of darkness.

The wind and snow were terrible, but there was no sound, and the silence was terrible.

This is a silent world, and it is also a violent world.

In the depths of darkness, there is a very splendid palace, and all the scenery of this palace is made of ice carvings. It's just that this is not the creation of man's ghost, but from the formation of heaven and earth.

One step deeper, if someone walks in this palace, I am afraid that they will be lost here. Or perhaps, he will grope his way to a throne, reach out and touch it, and it will be the end of the year.

This is, cut off for a lifetime!

Because. On this throne sits the supreme power of the world. As long as it is touched slightly, it is an instant that the soul and body are all ice.

"When is the year of return?"

In the darkness, an extremely tired voice sounded, as if half-awake and half-asleep.

Where the voice came from, no one knows. All I know is that this comes from the end of this darkness.

At the end of this, there is only that throne. This voice can only come from the man on the throne.

This is a king, and he is also a king. The Emperor who controls the Netherworld.

This is the Lord of the Nether.

After this soft sigh, there was a faint light.

Someone slowly opened his eyes, and the world shone slightly.

If there is light in this darkness. It was only the eyes that were hidden under the noses.

When the eyes are opened, the light appears.

From faint light, to skylight. From the skylight to the aurora.

All kinds of aurora gathered, and the figures on the high level gradually became clear in this light.

That's the throne. It was a woman, a woman with frost on her face.

Her whole face was frozen in ice. It looks a little poignant, and her skin is also a little sickly. It's like being terminally ill, or just recovering from a serious illness. In short, her state at the moment is extremely unstable.

The woman on the throne had been hit hard, and not long ago, the yellow dress had no embellishment, but now, it was a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

The red dragon and the red phoenix are solidified in the ice, and because of the frost covering, the lines are clearly printed.

She was in a terrible state and seemed to be in a state of slumber at any moment. But she is still the strongest person here.

Powerful to make people's hearts tremble, and make the Forgotten Lands know terrifying. Let the whole Cangyuntian be afraid.

The power in her hands is too strong and too strong, and only a part of it will make the entire Vast Dao Alliance, which gathers most of the supreme powerhouses of the Vast Realm, difficult to parry.

There was no darkness at the moment, only the icy light of the sky. Then, another yellow light fell from the sky.

Among the yellow mangs, there are yellow mangs, which are dotted with stars.

There is a yellow moth, which is very beautiful in the haze. It's just that as it keeps falling, as it becomes clearer, it makes people scary.

This is a ghost face, an incomparably terrifying grimace, if it is seen by mortals at night, it will inevitably be frightened and the soul will get out, and there will be no soul left.

The yellow ghost-faced moth finally landed on the woman's body and squeaked.

Huang E's squeak was like a ghost crying. It's just that what fell on the woman's ears was the incomparably beautiful music.

Probably, it is only in this woman's ears that it is so moving.

The woman casually raised her hand, reached out and touched the yellow moth, and chuckled.

"You little fellow, you've gained a lot of weight in the years I've been asleep. It seems that they are not feeding you less. ”

The words fell, and the cold wind was biting. A gust of wind came from the woman, outward, inward, and in all directions.

The next moment, ten voices sounded behind him. These are ten drum-like sounds, majestic and surging.

These ten sounds were like thunderstorms.

This was the sound of the vibration of the ten bodies, and after the yellow moth, it fell on the woman's ears again.

The woman never looked up, so to speak, never at all.

She felt so tired that she couldn't look up. In other words, the oil has run out.

Back then, in order to shield someone from that breath of reversal, she experienced a big battle.

What is this big war? No one knows. Nor is it qualified to know.

Even if it is the realm of oblivion, the realm of God, the Panzu who is not much weaker than God. and the ancient monsters in the vastness, none of them are qualified to know.

Because they don't dare, even if they reach that supreme realm of emptiness, they still don't dare to get involved, even if it's just a trace of contamination.

Especially those ancient beings, in the face of that unknown power, when this comes, they are terrified.

For they have met it, and they have met the destruction of the heavens. The rise and fall of the heavens and the earth, the extinction of the strongest.

They know that once they touch that power. Then, they instantly collapsed their Dao hearts and turned them into mad demons.

In this world, only the Lord of the Netherworld dares to ignore it like this, and is even willing to pay a great price.

This price, perhaps, is the exhaustion of oil.

"You've been waiting here for hundreds of years. Wait and wait, if I don't speak, you don't want to disturb me to recuperate here?"

The woman spoke slowly, her eyebrows finally moving. The ice that covered it, at this moment, ends here, and continues to crack. When the solid ice cover was completely cracked, that beautiful face was revealed.

In the rear, no one spoke. Only the sound of breathing in panic.

The woman waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the people behind her to speak.

So, slowly look up. The light of all lights is all in one.

"It's... Except for the snow, there is no other color, but in my eyes, it is the red and red twilight of the sunset, the silver glow, the stars are reflected in the scene, and in the empty mountains, only passers-by come and go. The snow was cold among the pines, and the dead leaves covered the bluestone. Only as soon as the dream of prosperity in this world comes out, the white clothes are still the same, and in the sleeves, the nine-day chess cloth falls. ”

"White, white. What year is the white clothes, it has never been the same. ”

"I've been waiting, waiting for the white clothes to be the same. How could he die so easily before he came back completely?"

The woman suddenly laughed, and once again reached out and stroked the yellow moth that had stopped on her shoulder.

"Little one, I know. You're thinking about him. And I'm also missing someone. ”

The woman in yellow stretched out her hand back, pressed her hand on the chair, stood up slowly, her eyes fell on the extremely far away, and she spoke indifferently.

"How do you want to explain it? Now that the Guanshu Building has appeared, why do you need to explain? If you want to explain? ”