Snow falls, scattered.

He came here just to find someone, maybe looking for a needle in a haystack, or more likely that there was no zài at all, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Maybe one day looking back, we can meet it again, and we don't need too much explanation, because that's - cause and effect!

Back then, if he wasn't young and vigorous, if he hadn't been too egotistical, he would probably not be with someone else now, but her who has disappeared!

If you want to find the beauty that was once lost, and want that happy and short time, you can only do it here, the holy land of the demon clan, the final place of worship of the demon clan in the nether realm!

Walking forward, he came to the foot of the mountain after a short time, this five-fingered mountain reminded him of the myths he had seen before, and suddenly had a feeling in his heart that as long as he turned over this flash, he went to another world.

"Is this the first mountain I'm going to climb?" muttered, reaching forward and touching the nearest stone, snowflakes falling to the ground and beside him.

I didn't bounce it off, but watched it melt away on my body, and when the cold blood soaked into my skin, I began to wake up, and I looked up with some melancholy.

"Brother Monkey, what are your plans?"

Feng Qing raised his head and didn't look back, as if he didn't want to look at the scenery behind him, the kind of first time he entered a region, there was no human race, which made him suddenly a little out of place.

"The Demon Clan Region, there is already my side of the world here, I want to find the place where my father disappeared, find a truth, and overthrow the current ruler!"

The Holy Emperor released his evil qi all over his body, causing the heavy snow that was originally falling slowly to turn into rain in mid-air before it fell to the ground, and then returned to water vapor from this high temperature.

This is the fate of the Holy Prince, he will embark on a journey of revenge when he is born, how similar is this to him, thinking of this, he smiled secretly, when did he start believing in fate?

Rubbing his forehead, the sluggish color on his body was swept away, and what appeared in turn was a vigorous fighting spirit, like a god of war, and no one could stop him from moving forward.

"Is there any news of the fire in the demon clan region?"

Immediately turned around and looked at the Holy Emperor behind him, he and the white ape were both royal families here, and they were also descendants of the overlord among them, if even he didn't know where it was, then there was no way.

While pondering, the Holy Emperor raised his head and looked ahead, and at that moment a ray of light shot out, and the momentum on his body instantly turned into a great avenue, and as soon as the way of fighting came out, there was a buzz from the heavens and the earth.

"Your Highness, no!" the white ape exclaimed, even Feng Qingyang looked at him in surprise, although he was a holy prince, but after all, he was already down, and he had no power in the past.

Now that he is breathing, isn't he looking for death? It's just a brief surprise, and he understands his intentions, the eldest husband is like this, why should he keep a low profile? Why don't you announce these people loudly, my Holy Prince is back.

Although it is very dangerous, after all, it will attract those loyal martyrs who are hidden in the shadows, and only by stepping on the sea of corpses and blood can they get back the lost qiē.

"Qingyang, I can't accompany you to find Yanhuo, but I once heard my father say that there is a Western Extreme Holy City in the extreme west of the Demon Clan region, where there is a burning fire!"

"Now, I'm going to take back what I rightfully have. After speaking, he threw out a piece of jade slip again to Feng Qingyang, which is exactly what is used to transmit sound.

Without answering, looking at the Holy Emperor with a resolute face, Feng Qingyang didn't say much, although they hadn't been in contact for a long time, he always had a feeling that the two of them seemed to be somewhat similar.

It's just a high-profile, a little bit good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, nodding, putting the jade slip into the storage ring, and bowing to the two of them with a fist.

"Brother Monkey, believe in yourself!"

A few simple words, but it reveals a kind of slaughter and trust, when a man fights in all directions, he naturally can't cower.

Looking at each other and smiling, they went their separate ways, the two of them crossed the Five Fingers Mountain, heading towards the east, while the wind Qingyang was thinking for a moment, looking at the west, where a faint touch of golden light could be seen.

Immediately turned around, walked towards the west, towards the wasteland, and vaguely, the figure was gradually covered with snow, a little gloomy, but extremely boiling.

The rich blood and boiling battle intent surrounded him, causing a light rain to fall in the void where he passed.

A month later, he had gone deep into the Five Finger Mountain Range, almost to the end of this mountain range, and when he looked back, he could see the majestic Five Finger Mountain behind him.

He was on the other side of the mountain with a finger, and at the moment of turning, there was a buzz from the distant horizon, and the towering Five Finger Mountain, revealing a line of iron-clad inscriptions on the ice and snow.

But what exactly it means is unknown, but countless years later, when someone came to this place, when they saw that handwriting, they showed their nostalgia.

On the edge of the Five Fingers Mountains, there is a plain, where there is no heavy snow, only dusk, as if there is no darkness and no sunlight, and the whole world seems dark.

Walking alone on the road, listening to the clatter in his ears, he knew that it was the crunch of stepping on a piece of white bone.

It seemed to be full of bones, and they were all extremely huge, and the important thing was that after a month, he didn't even feel the slightest strange aura.

Lonely, barren, and lonely constantly surround him, a month of loneliness, fortunately, there are Emperor Immortals and others in the boundary beads, and when you are lonely, you can also go in and have a frolick, otherwise, I am afraid that I will collapse.

"Qing Yang, you said that at our current speed, how long will it take to get to the West Pole Holy City?"

As early as a few days ago, he couldn't withstand the soft grinding and hard bubbles of the Emperor Immortal, and let him come out, but fortunately, there was an elf-like woman by his side, and he didn't seem so lonely.

Listening to the helpless words of the Emperor Immortal, Feng Qingyang's old face flushed, if he flew away directly, maybe the speed would be much faster, but this place was unfamiliar, and there were white bones everywhere, so he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

If he flies away rashly, he is afraid that he will attract some trouble, he is not afraid of trouble, but he also does not want to find trouble for no reason, so he can only take the little hand of the emperor immortal and walk slowly on the wasteland.

"Come to think of it, it should be there in another month, our speed is not fast, but it is definitely not slow!" Feng Qingyang smacked his lips, his old face flushed, and he looked at the obviously distrustful gaze of the Emperor Immortal, and his heart was even more embarrassed.

A month later......

"Qingyang, where are we now!"

"Still on top of the wasteland!"

“......！”

Two months, if it were placed in his previous world, I am afraid that he would have to walk around a few times, but now, he is still in the wasteland, except for the white bones everywhere, there is nothing else.

"What the hell is this place!"