The vowels of the gods hold the power of the heavens and the yin, and the extreme cold as far as the mind can reach, freeze all life, and bring the punishment of death.

She never imagined that one day she would be injured by the power of extreme cold, and even lose her life because of it.

Between the ice and snow, the wind whistled and blew, rolling the hard ice particles, colliding with each other and making a "bang" sound.

The god vowel was dressed in white, standing in the wind and snow, and his figure seemed to be assimilated and drowned in it.

She is very conscious, and she knows that she is in a dream now, but this dream reflects her real situation now.

Once she is assimilated, her consciousness will dissipate and turn into a pure cloud of extreme cold.

For the vowels of the gods, the consciousness is scattered, the soul withers, and in the end, I am afraid that it will only be left, leaving a body covered in ice.

Taishang forgets to extinguish all feelings, and the only thing that remains is the fear of death. She had tried to break free from her dreams and gather her uncontrollable power, but all attempts were in vain.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the indifferent eyes of the god vowels showed a little dazed and trance.

Could it be that this is karma? She annihilated "human nature" and drove the extreme cold to kill, and now she will also die in the extreme cold.

Closing his eyes, the god vowel looked indifferent, since he couldn't escape, he could only wait for death to come.

I just hope that person can be smarter and stay away before she dies, otherwise she will be wrapped in a chill, and I am afraid that she will die with her.

Well...... Is she worried? How could I have such a disturbing emotion, I want to ...... It's because people are dying.

As if perceiving, the god vowels gave up resistance, and the intent of death sprouted from the bottom of their hearts, and the wind between heaven and earth became stronger and colder.

Her body trembled, and her figure became even thinner, as if she would be swept away by the wind in the next moment.

Consciousness fluctuated and could dissipate at any time, but suddenly, the divine vowel felt a hint of warmth.

It was like a fire lit in a cold room, which was faint at first, but burned more and more as time passed.

The rolling heat wave enveloped her entirely, the water vapor around her body tumbled, and the thick ice and snow under her feet began to dissolve.

In the midst of the ice and snow, it was as if it had suddenly awakened, a sleeping volcano that dissolved the whole world with an astonishing temperature.

Finally, the world, which had become incomplete due to the melting of snow and ice, collapsed with a bang.

The mist rose from the hiding place, and the thick frost and snow were now all gone.

On the long eyelashes of the god vowel, a string of tiny water droplets hung on her face, and as she opened her eyes, she fell to her face.

The plain white and light long skirt was wet with water vapor and stuck to her, revealing her graceful figure.

But now, she didn't care about this, and her eyes fell on Qin Yu, who was sitting cross-legged not far away.

This man is now like a sun, releasing powerful light and heat.

Shen Vowel's calm and waveless atrium was suddenly hit in the soft place, she looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her, and some emotions surged out from the bottom of her heart.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, and the veil was red with blood, and then dripped down the gap between her fingers...... is too forgetful, since it has been forgotten, it is not allowed to be reborn.

Otherwise, the exercise will be devoured, and the soul will wither, collapse and die.

......

Light blue robe, holding a folding fan, wearing a square scarf, the steps under his feet are calm and calm, and his every move is graceful and generous.

It's a pity that now, the sky is gray overhead, the demon beasts on the ground are ambushing, and there is blood between the mouth and nose, which is completely inconsistent with this person's temperament.

Xu Wenze's expression was excited, his lips trembled, and he bowed to worship, "Wenze, the descendants of the future, see the ancestors of the Xu family!"

Although I don't know the identity, the breath of the other party will never be wrong.

Shengwen Gong is in the same vein, cultivating Haoran righteousness, and his body is in harmony with heaven and earth, which no one can disguise.

"Let's get up. The middle-aged scribe had a warm attitude, "You have a weak literary spirit, but you can know that the bloodline in the outside world has been lost, which is not surprising, the cycle of heaven and earth has its own method, and there is no evergreen in the world." ”

Xu Wenze only felt that he had been empowered, and the resentment that had been hidden in his heart suddenly dissipated at this moment.

The mind is clear, the breath in the body is shrunk, and it suddenly increases, and it is actually a bottleneck that has broken through its own bottleneck and cultivated to a further step.

The middle-aged scribe looked pleased, "You have excellent qualifications, and you will be able to cultivate well in the future, as long as you uphold the righteous heart of heaven and earth, you will be able to achieve something." Although the Xu family withered, it was not impossible, since your generation, it has risen to the wind again. ”

Xu Wenze kowtowed, "Thank you ancestors for giving me the opportunity to break through the magic barrier in my heart." ”

"Although the Purgatory Sea is dangerous, this great change is also an opportunity for you, so follow me and fight for the road with friends from all directions. ”

"Yes. ”

Xu Wenze got up and stood behind him respectfully.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe let out a light "huh", and his face showed surprise, "Ice and fire...... This is quite unusual. ”

Raising his hand to hold Xu Wenze, he took one step, and the two disappeared.

......

Under the firmament, the majestic mountains stand, although they are only shadows, they can still feel the invisible oppression they convey.

I saw this mountain, half of the side covered with ice and snow, the extremely cold breath rolled, and the snow flew in the air.

On the other side, there is a heat wave, and there is magma meandering between the red mountains and rocks.

Between the mountains, there are two diametrical visions, and the most amazing thing is that there is no conflict at the intersection of extreme cold and heat.

Mellow blending, natural flow!

The shadow of this mountain is extremely high, as if it wants to break through the sky, but if it is far away, it is not noticeable at all. In itself, it releases an invisible force, disturbing yin and yang, and shielding the qi.

Only by cultivating to penetrate the mysteries and reach the essence of heaven and earth can we perceive the inappropriateness from the feedback of heaven and earth. Then open a flashing portal into this seemingly ordinary, but already isolated from the outside world.

Now under the shadow of the majestic mountain, there is a man standing, to be precise, it is not appropriate to say that it is human. Because of his burly body, there is a rich dead aura entwined, and there is no blood on his slightly pale face.

This is a corpse that has not been dead for many years, but now its appearance is no different from that of ordinary people, and its eyes are majestic and up-and-down.

If Qin Yu and Shen Vowel were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that the figure in front of them, wearing a brocade robe and holding heaven and earth, was the carrion corpse that had chased and killed them before.

It's just that now, he has lost his previous embarrassed posture, his rotten body is repaired, and his breath is becoming more and more unfathomable.

Looking at the mountain shadows where ice, snow and magma coexisted, the carrion corpse's eyes were deep, and he sensed a familiar and heart-warming qi from it.

Suddenly, the carrion corpse frowned, turned to look to the side, the space quietly separated, and a middle-aged scribe walked out, followed by Xu Wenze.

Shrouded in the eyes of the rotting corpse, Xu Wenze's body stiffened suddenly, his face was pale, and his body was sweating like rain.

The middle-aged scribe stepped forward, blocked all the oppression, and bowed, "Xu Xian has seen Mr. Cangwu. ”

"Cangwu ......" the carrion corpse's eyes rolled slightly, "You know me?"

Xu Xian said lightly: "When I came here in the early days, I was fortunate to meet Mr. once, and thousands of years have passed, and Mr.'s demeanor is still the same." ”

The carrion seemed to be trapped

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