Kunlun Mountain in the North Styx

The black wind and clouds formed two huge black tornadoes, and the blue thunder and lightning in them made people's scalps tingle.

"Boom—"

The thunder rumbles, making people sigh at the magic of nature, and the tourists under the Kunlun Mountain are busy taking pictures of the scenery of this prosperous era with their cameras one by one.

In the depths of the ice field of Kunlun Mountain, there is a young man in a stubborn block of ice, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, lying quietly in the ice.

As a strong thunderbolt fell, the young man's eyes opened instantly. A purple light shot out from his purple pupils, and a crack appeared in the ice. It slowly shattered, and the clothes on the boy's body also broke with the ice.

The boy was naked, looked at his hand, and smashed his fist into the icicle next to him.

"Hiss~"

A pained expression appeared on the young man's face,

"It seems that the cultivation is gone. The boy looked at his red and swollen hand and said to himself.

At that time, tens of thousands of family geniuses multiplied and competed for power. The chaos and war continued, the people were struggling to make a living, and finally the way of heaven collapsed. It led to the catastrophe of annihilation, and countless meteorites fell from the sky, destroying the world and destroying the world. caused countless strong people to fall and almost extinct them.

"It seems that a long time has passed now, and my old monster who has lived for 10,000 years is actually a teenager, I don't know if Master is still alive. The boy muttered to himself.

Back then, a catastrophe fell from the sky, and the human race Bu Wanling Array, he. Xuan Qing, the Tianmen Immortal Venerable of Qingcheng Pavilion, took cultivation as the strongest, and bore the brunt of it, and after the formation broke, he fell into the sacred mountain, and only now did he wake up.

The boy walked out of the ice cave, the snow outside was endless, and the black cloud tornado in the sky seemed to move more happily the moment the boy came out, and the cold wind hit the boy's body with broken snow.

"Heavenly Thunder...... The young man's hands naturally drooped, and he looked up at the black cloud tornado that was converging.

This is the formation formed by the dark thunder of the sea of clouds ranked thirty-one in the heavenly thunder list,

A sneer appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth, it seems that this world has been restored, maybe his master is still alive. The boy ran excitedly, he wanted to quickly find a place to cultivate and improve his cultivation, so that he could find his master faster, and in this land where everyone can cultivate, he can't survive without cultivation.

After running for a long time, the boy tripped over an object, and as soon as the boy turned over, a figure was revealed, his face was dry, as if he had been dead for a long time,

The boy looked and found a large bag of cloth next to the corpse. So he took it and tore the frozen black cloth with all his might, revealing his clothes. There was food, but the boy didn't know it.

I put the garment on my body and pulled out a rolled gauze. tore it and tied up his long hair casually. Then he walked in one direction again, because the sea of clouds and dark thunder was about to be born, he couldn't see the sun, so the young man couldn't confirm the direction.

When night falls, the polar night and snow reflect each other, and black clouds flicker. The boy who woke up for the first time was already hungry, and after eating a few mouthfuls of snow water, the boy continued to climb over a snowy ridge.

A glimmer of light appeared in the young man's eyes,

"Hey!" the boy cried out,

Run to the light.

"Paper Huan, did you hear the voice?" said a middle-aged woman lying in the arms of a middle-aged man.

"Lian Mu, you are hallucinating, there is nothing but me and you here. There is no one else," Wang Shihuan hugged Chen Lianmu and stroked her hair.

"Could it be Qiongqiong...... Chen Lianmu got up from Wang Zhihuan's arms, turned around and walked out of the tent, the cold wind was blowing.

Wang Shihuan also walked out of the tent, took Chen Lianmu's hand, and looked around with her. He knew that his son would not come back,

Four days ago, in order to satisfy their son's wish to climb the snow mountain, they accompanied Wang Qiong to this Kunlun Sacred Mountain, but they did not expect to be accompanied by this kind of ghostly weather that has not been encountered for thousands of years.

Strong winds from the sky caused avalanches. Countless people have been buried in the snow, and those who survive have retreated to the bottom of the mountain. The wind continued to blow, and the search and rescue team had evacuated after two days and two nights, and their son was killed in the avalanche. was carried down the mountain by the search and rescue team,

This was confirmed by Wang Zhihuan personally, but he never told Chen Lianmu. was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand this stimulation, so she could only tell her that the search and rescue team did not find Wang Qiong's body, and he was waiting here with her. When hope is annihilated, perhaps it will be easier for Chen Lianmu to accept the fact of her son's death.

"Let's go back, it's been so many days, the chance of Qiongqiong surviving is too slim-" Wang Jihuan took Chen Lianmu's hand and was about to return to the tent, when he suddenly stopped, because he saw a black shadow running towards him. If it weren't for the fact that it had been confirmed that his son was dead, even he would have to believe that it was his son, after all, it was impossible for anyone to stay on this mountain.

"Qiongqiong!" Chen Lianmu also saw the figure, shouted and ran over,

Wang Zhihuan also followed, there are people, it is good if they can be saved.

The young man's night vision ability is particularly good, because his eyes are refined from the flames, so when his cultivation is exhausted, there is only this eye from the flames, which is now his only magical power.

When the young man saw someone running towards him, he stopped and said, "Immortal friend, may I ask what year it is tonight?"

But when the young man's words reached the ears of Wang Zhihuan and Chen Lianmu, they became incomprehensible bird language.

Chen Lianmu softened suddenly, sitting on the snow, her eyes were empty, not her son.

Wang Shihuan helped his wife sitting on the snow, looked at the black shadow walking step by step, and a little closer, Wang Shihuan saw the person clearly through the white light of the snow, and looked like a handsome boy.

When the young man saw that one of the men was looking at him, he said, "Where do you come from?

Wang Shihuan really couldn't understand what the boy was saying, he thought that the boy was from a certain ethnic group near the Kunlun Mountains, so he asked in standard Mandarin, "Child." Do you speak Mandarin?"

However, Wang Zhihuan's words entered the teenager's headphones and became a bird language that the teenager could not understand.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, "End." If you don't understand the language, it's hard. ”

But the boy shook his head anyway, he thought that this movement should be generic.

Wang Jihuan saw that the young man shook his head, and he couldn't communicate with the young man, so he helped Chen Lianmu to walk towards the tent.

The young man silently followed behind Wang Zhihuan, since the language was no longer comprehensible, he had to quickly learn the language of this era.

"Lianmu, he may be from an ethnic minority. I don't even know Mandarin, and I can't communicate. ”

Wang Shihuan helped Chen Lianmu into the tent, looked at the young man standing outside and said.

"Come in!" Chen Lianmu knew that the young man didn't understand, so she made a gesture of waving her hand to come in.

Although her son does not know life and death, he is also a child.

The young man didn't understand Chen Lianmu's words, but he saw her gesture and walked in.

Sitting down, the boy made a gesture of "Can you teach me to speak?".

After doing it three times, Wang Zhihuan understood, and Wang Zhihuan made a few simple gestures and said the corresponding words.

Soon, the boy could utter a few polite words.

Wang Shihuan looked at the handsome and very good-looking young man in front of him, and his messy long hair did not cover the heroic spirit between his eyebrows. Perhaps this is because God deliberately let this young man meet him in order to comfort his pain of losing his child.

Wang Zhihuan thought of this, and his heart was troubled. He pointed to himself and said, "This is Dad," and then pointed at Chen Lianmu. "This is Mom. ”