Along the way, a few thin flakes of snow fell, brushing against the breezy cheeks, or on the front placket, or on the back, and then fell on the fine stone paved mountain path.

His clothes were the same, blown by the snow wind, if he opened his sleeves at this time, he could also see the clumps of blue and purple on the inner body of the clothes, countless ordinary unbearable pain inflicted on his body, but Feng Qingyang's face was the same, only whiter, but his eyes were still indifferent.

He raised his hand and gently dusted off the remnants left on his shirt by the thin snow, like dusting off dust, of course, this action could not dust off the invisible wounds and pain left by the falling snow, but the wonderful thing was that after doing this action, Feng Qingyang felt much more relaxed in his heart, and continued to walk forward.

Whew!

A greater cold wind hit, and countless snowflakes swept down from the sky with the wind, and the torrential rain fell like a note.

Feng Qingyang walked on this mountain road covered by wind and snow, and did not stop dusting the snow, but silently endured the force that made the body heavier and heavier, quietly walking forward, bright eyes flashed with a sharp gaze, penetrating the wind and snow mixed with visual impairment, as if the wind and snow in front of him never existed, taking every step plainly, and the speed was not affected by the heavier and more painful body of the body.

He walked very hard, as if he were feeling the pain coming from his body, he walked so hard that every time he lifted his foot, he would fall down again, and the thick soles of his shoes could not resist such frequent heavy steps, and they became thinner by a point, and the soles of his shoes splashed with fine snow foam, and ran over the snow that spread out on the fine stone mountain road, and slowly walked on this painful road.

......

Start too late, with a small condensation in the middle of this step may be very beautiful, but it is also extremely difficult to catch up with the predecessors, martial arts is a life path that belongs to the martial arts, this broad road, no one wants to stay and wait for you to stay in place.

Feng Qingyang could clearly feel the freeze-drying of his lips, and even the slightest crack appeared, as if green smoke was about to grow in his throat, he was thirsty and wanted to drink some water, but on this vast snowy peak, how could there be flowing water? Feng Qingyang slowly raised his hand that was a little numb from the cold, grabbed a handful of snow that had accumulated a lot of snow on his shoulder, and in his mouth, a strong sense of ice penetrated his heart and lungs, and he continued to grab a handful on the ground without care.

......

The disciples of the Nine Sects on the mountain all widened their eyes when they looked at the appearance of the wind and the clear mouth drinking snow, and the voices of discussion were endless.

"I'll it, what kind of monster is this Feng Qingyang, this Shen Xinxue actually dares to drink it directly in his mouth as water! ”

"Hey, this person is too reckless, he will become more and more thirsty after drinking snow directly, Shen Xinxue is already extremely cold, and he dares to drink it into his body, which is really self-defeating. ”

"If he has the late stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, it will not be like this, although the cultivation is suppressed on the 'Heart Seeking Path', it does not affect the true qi wrapping body in the late stage of Qi Condensation, he is only in the middle stage of Qi Condensation, and it is almost only by perseverance to take this step. ”

At this time, everyone's slightly regretful discussion was interrupted by a cold fairy sound.

"But have you ever thought that if he doesn't drink Shen Xin Xue at the moment, the current level is enough for him to get through. ”

When the disciples of the Nine Sects heard this immortal sound behind them, they hurriedly turned around and handed over their luggage, and said in unison, "Senior Sister Hua!"

Hua Xuelan was dressed in a light purple brocade robe and snow coat, nodded to everyone, walked to the edge of the cliff pavilion, looked at the wind on the mountainside, her eyes were a little distracted, and said lightly: "The act of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, I hope you can have the luck of the overlord thousands of years ago." ”

......

The wind cleared and continued to walk forward, still walking hard, step by step, step by step, step by step, slowly but firmly through the dense forest, to a snow-covered meadow in the mountains.

The cold snow covers the meadow, and the green of the wild grass also brings a slight chill, and the dark green of the cold dyeing adds a bit of color to the mountains of the snow-capped mountains covered in silver.

Here, the wind and snow stopped, and Feng Qingyang patted the layers of snow on his body with his hands, and the gravity exerted on his body was instantly reduced a lot, but the snow fell to the ground like falling leaves, without causing greater waves.

Looking up at the sky, from here, you can faintly see a little sunlight penetrating, and after letting out a tired sigh, I glanced at the endless snowfield in front of me. The snow field is uneven, it is sloping, and in the sunlight, it faintly twinkles like stars.

The snowfield in front of me is calm and terrifying, with few micro-grasses and fine trees growing.

A gust of snow and wind swept by, just like on the mountain road before, and the grass and trees on the mountain road trembled violently, and the calm snow field also trembled violently, and the unclear front seemed to be about to destroy the world.

Suddenly, a menacing avalanche surged in, roaring like a raging wind, crazy like a tsunami, and the white snow seemed to be dyed with the color of death, constantly rolling with the amplitude, and the disgusted snow waves were higher and higher, and finally, like a high mountain, kept slapping at the wind Qingyang standing in the snowfield.

Feng Qingyang's feet seemed to be nailed to death by the steel nails of will, the whole body was like a million tons of pressure, without the slightest retreat, watching the angry snow rushing in the sky, the huge power is by no means comparable to the wind and snow on the mountain road, the angry snow is like a rockfall, beating on the thin body of Feng Qingyang, even though the blood at the corner of the mouth has already gushed out, the body has already trembled in severe pain, and still resists the invasion of the avalanche snow head-on.

As if provoked by the wind Qingyang, the avalanche continued to grow, stacking higher, thicker, and overwhelming, tearing the sky, slowly pressing towards the wind Qingyang, under this avalanche that cut the sky and the earth, the wind Qingyang seemed to smell the breath of the death of all beings.

Then, the avalanche fell.

Feng Qingyang was also crushed to the ground in an instant by this huge force.

He fell heavily on the snowfield, and his body was directly pressed through the snow by this force, touching the mountain rocks, wrinkling his brow in pain, and spurting out a mouthful of warm blood, sprinkling the snow that covered his body.

......

On a cliff in Taibai Snow Peak, the cold fairy sound sounded again, and the gentle voice seemed to be touched, but it was not noticed at all.

"The prohibition of the 'Ascending Heaven Road' is rumored to have been strengthened five hundred years ago, integrating the trapped array, the phantom array, and even the killing array, the more you can endure the suffering, the more the strength and pain given by the formation will be doubled, even Wang Qifei has not caused such turmoil, this clear will is immeasurable!"

"The Road to Heaven", implying the power of heaven, the prestige of heaven, how can you endure the provocation of mortals!