Why does the darkness of the sky swallow up the whiteness of the snow?

Why, every time the darkness consumed more white, the cold wind fell into deeper fear.

It was as if a man was slowly falling into a bottomless abyss, and he wanted to grab something to stop him from falling, but he couldn't hold on to anything but darkness.

The consciousness of the cold wind gradually blurred, and just as the darkness was about to completely swallow the white in the snow, there was a shock in the soul body, and a Buddha horn rose.

"Hmmm—"

The voice is big and gentle, long but not short. It seems to be a Buddha name from the ancient wilderness, and it brings a two-sided feeling to the cold wind soul body.

It is precisely because of this Buddha horn that the cold wind is as fresh as hitting a giant bell, and the heaven and earth are restored to their original appearance again.

He was afraid of the feeling just now, and his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had been washed by water, and his clothes were soaked. After gasping for breath for a while, the cold wind kicked under his feet, turned into golden light, and quickly left.

Finally, after nearly half an hour, the cold wind finally eased, and he landed on a hill, his head blank.

Immediately, he couldn't stop thinking, what was the dark space he had just seen, what were those two doors, what was it, was his own spirit or subconscious world, why had it become so unbearable, what was it that had confined this qiē?

The cold wind locked his eyebrows, and just as he left the spiritual world, he seemed to feel that in addition to the two doors, there was another door. Although he did not see the door in the spiritual world, the acuity of his mind made him fully believe that there were more than two doors inside.

It was precisely this third invisible and untouchable door that made Leng Feng's heart even more uneasy. The door was like an enemy hiding in the shadows, giving it a sense of incomprehension.

Thinking about it, Leng Feng couldn't help but burn a wave of anger in his heart, at that moment, he realized another self, and it was the experience of that moment that made that spiritual world extend out of the iron chain, completely locking the cold wind.

But now, I don't remember that feeling at all.

The more he thought about it, the more angry the cold wind became, and the spiritual power in the soul body rioted uncontrollably, gushing out of the body, setting off a turbulent current, centered on the cold wind, scattering like a tide.

The top of the mountain flies sand and rocks, shrubs fly horizontally, and in its central position, the five-colored light is dazzling.

"I'm not a puppet!" the cold wind howled angrily in the sky, and his face was fiercely angry. His anger at this moment seemed to shake the dim sky, and even that day, he seemed to be terrified by the long howl of the cold wind.

At the same time, a thunderclap tore the night sky apart. At night, as soon as day came, the thunder that came from afar seemed to drown out the long howl of the cold wind, and the sound made the whole mountain tremble.

Leng Feng glared at Tianyu angrily, and the huge thunder sound couldn't suppress his anger at the moment. At this moment, like a roaring beast, he suddenly punched the top of the mountain, and a strong force will run through the mountain.

Looking from afar, I saw the mountain peak as high as more than 300 zhang, the top erupted a strong momentum, a crack extended down from the top of the mountain, one turned into two, two turned into four until this mountain peak did not know how many cracks, the peak collapsed, and the dust rose everywhere.

It's just that at this time, a thunderclap sounded again in the high sky, as if deliberately provoking the cold wind.

When he heard the thunder, the cold wind rage that stood on the crumbling peak swelled again, and he suddenly grabbed a rock as big as a hill that was about to slide, and burst into a loud shout.

"Uhhh

Smash the rock into the sky. I saw that on the mountain peak where the dust was rising and still collapsing, a huge rock rushed straight into the sky until there was no trace

Until after a while, the mountain peak completely collapsed, and from a distance, the originally beautiful and straight mountain peak seemed to have turned into mud.

The cold wind stood on top of the 'mud', and the spiritual power on his body slowly converged, and its momentum gradually disappeared, leaving only the cold wind's still angry expression.

With an angry face, the whole person was motionless, was he contemplative, or was he adjusting his mood?

After a while, the cold wind muttered to himself.

"Whoever plays me, you have to die!"

If it was said that the empty elephant and the old man riding a donkey before, he didn't know who to believe. And at this moment, he completely believed the words of the old man riding the donkey.

At this moment, he felt that becoming a refiner didn't seem to be so important, the important thing was to find himself.

Because of this thought, he suddenly thought of the old man riding a donkey, and only then did he realize that the old man riding a donkey might not be so simple.

So, he quickly turned into a golden light and flew in the direction of Mount Flo again.

When he arrived at Foluo Mountain, the sky was gradually brightening, and from a distance, the place where the sun was born was the top of the sleeping Buddha of Foluo Mountain. It is precisely because of the blazing sun hanging above the head of the Sleeping Buddha that the Sleeping Buddha looks extremely sacred at this moment, as if the ordinary morning light also contains thousands of avenues. And this morning light looks like it gives the illusion that it is emitted from the top of the sleeping Buddha's head.

The body of the Buddha is printed into a golden color by the morning light, and the sleeping Buddha is really like a golden Buddha, lying on his side in the thousands of mountains.

But at this moment, Leng Feng didn't pay so much attention, he just wanted to find the old man riding the donkey now and ask for an understanding. Even though he was an immortal cultivator, he couldn't help but feel dazzling when he saw this blazing sun. He squinted, raised his hand, blocked his view, and called

"Old man, where are you!"

The voice echoed throughout the Flo Mountain, but it was only an echo that answered him.

Then the cold wind screamed a few more times, but there was still no response.

So Leng Feng came to the place where he met the old man riding the donkey, and before he walked to the pit where the old man fell into, there was still no trace of the old man riding the donkey.

In the end, the cold wind quickly flew around the sleeping Buddha for several weeks, but to no avail.

It was only at this moment that he realized that the old man on the donkey told him that the whereabouts of the old man was just a cover, and his real intention was to let him go to him.

The cold wind stood in the void, and it was distracted. After a long time, he decided to go in the direction pointed by the old man on the donkey, and perhaps he would find something.

So, he kicked into the void and turned into a golden light and went away, elongating the golden shadow behind him

Among the 100,000 mountains, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the shadows of the slender mountains are winding and undulating. The jade plate returns to the mountain for the night view, and the morning sun shines on the new. It was the morning light, shining through the unsullied clouds and mist, shining on a green mountain forest.

At this time, you can listen to the sound of a hundred birds. At this moment, you can see a thousand trees fighting. In the new landscape, in the distance, there seems to be the sound of water flowing, to be exact, it is not the sound of water flowing, but the sound of rushing down, waves crashing into pools, and lakes.

It was a waterfall. The silver clothes are separated from both sides, and the white curtain is a line of sky. The flying stream hit the fairy mist directly, and the morning light caressed the rainbow.

Even though the sound of water hitting the surface of the lake was loud, inside this water curtain, a very unstable breath could be perceived. Sometimes the breath is rioting, sometimes lifeless, and so on