The human desire to survive has always been strong.

Qian Duoduo walked out of the black desert with amazing perseverance, lying on the ground and panting.

Looking at the towering barrier at the entrance, he felt like an ant, dispensable, but unable to die.

The bizarre experiences of these days were like lightning bolts constantly slashing at him, making him nervous numb and haggard.

He looked at his thigh again, where the wound had long since healed without a single scar, and he wondered if he was a monster.

He got up and continued walking. The sky is still the same red and hot, and the immortal star hangs high and circulating.

When he walked out of the black desert barrier, he didn't know when it snowed heavily in the sky, and he didn't know where it was, and everywhere he saw it was white. It turns out that this snow has been falling, and I don't know how many years have passed.

Inside the barrier is a terrifying desert kingdom, and outside is a land of ice and snow.

He thought to himself, where should I go? I don't know what happened to the village, is grandpa okay, has Wang Twelve practiced with the immortal master? Zhang Xiaohua will definitely be happy when she sees this snow......

There has never been snow in Mobei Village, it should be said that there has never been snow in Mobei Yanguan, which is also the only place in the entire Zhaoxue Country that does not snow.

Qian Duoduo drifted away in this snowfield until he fell in a snowstorm.

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Mobei Village.

There's a lot going on in the village these days.

The biggest is two. One is Wang Twelve's apprenticeship, and the other is that Qian Duoduo was buried in the black desert.

When the Snow Sword Immortal Master Wang Yufeng saw Wang Twelve, he immediately understood the ins and outs, and he was about to rush to accept apprentices with his senior brother, and all kinds of temptations came out, but later Wang Twelve still kept his promise and entered the seat of the White Immortal Master.

However, the news of Qian Duoduo's death made the seriously injured Chen Erye ill, but fortunately, he was quite improved under the treatment of the immortal master.

A few days later, the edict of Snow Sword Mountain came, and the Snow Sword Immortal Master Li Murong and Snow Sakura left the rest to return to the Snow Village.

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In those days when you are alone, you are most afraid of being lonely, and being lonely is sitting in the corner like you, and you can't stop thinking about it as soon as you leave.

Chen Erye stood under a snow iron tree in a daze, his sideburns were gray, and his figure became more and more rickety.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the silver-white trunk of the tree, and said softly, "It's been ten days...... Duoduo, did you really leave grandpa like this?"

He remembered planting trees with his grandchildren when he was a child, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"You planted this tree when you were three years old, and your grandfather asked you when you grew up in the future....... What kind of weapon do you want to fight?"

"You said you want a flying sword, you want to fly around like those immortals, and you want to take your grandfather to the immortal star......"

"But now...... You're back...... Come back!!"

"Grandpa cast ...... for you Grandpa cast it for you......"

In the empty courtyard, two lines of turbid tears flowed silently in the old man's whispering. The snow iron tree stood tall in the cold wind, and those white flower bones bloomed in an instant, white and red.

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Qian Duoduo wakes up in the dark, to be exact, in a snow cave.

I saw an oil lamp emitting a faint light in the darkness, and the flame was as dim as a bean, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time. A middle-aged man in a gray monk's robe with a small head sat cross-legged by an oil lamp, opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "Xiaoyou, are you awake?"

Qian Duoduo looked at him vigilantly and asked, "You saved me?

"Eastern Desert Snow Plain. The gray-clothed monk said lightly.

As if seeing his vigilance and uneasiness, the gray-clothed monk said: "Little friend, don't panic, I am an ascetic monk of Xuankong Temple, and the Taoist number is unintentional. I was practicing in the snow field, and I found a comatose little friend by coincidence, I wonder how the little friend and a mortal would appear in the Eastern Desert Snow Field?"

Qian Duoduo didn't know what Xuankong Temple was, but he immediately talked about what happened to him like a life-saving straw, and begged the immortal master to send him back to the village.

Of course, those secrets on his body were never mentioned, just saying that he was carried into the desert by demons and then rescued by a dark green sound boat.

"Dark green sound boat, what Qian Xiaoyou said should be the sound boat of Tianyin Pavilion. The gray-clothed monk said.

After a pause, he looked at Qian Duoduo with a strange expression and said, "Xiaoyou is fortunate to be able to get out of the black desert with his mortal body. ”

Qian Duoduo heard this name for the first time and remembered it silently.

"Mobei Village is thousands of miles away from here, Xiaoyou has a good rest, I will send you tomorrow. ”

"Master Xie Wuxin. Qian Duoduo said respectfully. Then I saw the other party meditating with his eyes closed, and ignored him.

Qian Duoduo looked at the Wuxin Master who was meditating with his eyes closed, and then thought of the shadow of the black desert alto boat playing the flute, and suddenly knelt down and asked, "Master, can you teach me to practice?"

The heartless monk opened his eyes, looked at him for a long time, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and said: "Xiaoyou doesn't have any spiritual root color required for cultivation, I'm afraid there is no possibility of becoming a monk!"

Qian Duoduo felt a basin of cold water splashed on him, cold from head to toe.

His wish since he was a child was to become one of those flying immortals in Snow Sword Mountain. And now there is an immortal master who tells him that he has no cultivation qualifications and can't practice at all, which makes him very uncomfortable and unacceptable!

The expression on Qian Duoduo's face was seen at a glance by the unintentional monk, such an expression he had seen too much in the decades of penance, especially in those places where the sect recruited new people, those young people who had lost their souls and walked out from under the spirit stone were very much like Qian Duoduo at this moment.

It seemed to make Qian Duoduo feel better, so he continued: "Qian Xiaoyou, do you know how many mortals can produce a person with cultivation qualifications?"

Without waiting for Qian Duoduo to respond, he continued: "One in a million!"

Then he said, "The most important thing in cultivation is the spiritual root. The color of Linggen is divided into seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple. The lowest is the red spirit root, the highest is the purple spirit root, and as for the indigo spirit root, it is all a legend. It is known that the best cultivation spirit root on the continent is only the blue spirit root. ”

Suddenly, the heartless monk turned pale, looked into the depths of the snowfield, and said: "Qian Xiaoyoufu has a great life, and he has a fate with me, so he is optimistic about Xiaoyou." ”

After saying that, he saw his monk's robe move, and he sat cross-legged in the void, reciting nameless scriptures, and his body began to become virtual, and then something shaped like a crescent moon rose and fell in his dantian, emitting a golden light, which instantly enveloped his whole body.

He looked like a golden-bodied ancient Buddha, emitting a thousand rays of light that illuminated the entire snowfield, and the powerful aura of the Returning Soul Period spread out to the vast expanse of the snowfield.

The snow wolves that were quietly approaching on the snowfield hurriedly hid in fear.

"This ...... It is the monk's practice...... Origin Spiritual Root?"

Qian Duoduo opened his mouth wide in shock and said in shock. Although he had seen the mysterious and dangerous black desert of the strange glass, he was no longer the ignorant and ignorant teenager, but he couldn't stop marveling after suddenly seeing the origin spiritual root of the monk's cultivation.

Moments later, the Heartless Monk returned. Qian Duoduo asked without giving up: "Master Wuxin, is it true that you can't practice without a spiritual root?"

The heartless monk looked at the look of expectation in his eyes, and said with a complicated face: "In addition to the seven spiritual root colors I said, there are two spiritual roots in the world that my generation can't see with the naked eye, and Xiaoyou may be the pride of that day."

"What kind of spiritual roots are they?!"

"Black and white spirit root! A rare spirit root that can only be measured by spirit stones!"

The heartless monk still hasn't said a word, and the owner of the black and white spiritual root is even more out of ten thousand.

"Master Xie solves the puzzle!"

Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up, as if he saw a ray of hope.