When Xian Zunwu and Chu Xiaoling appeared.

The world beyond the world.

The state of mind of the Hanhai ancestor Gu Jing Bubo suddenly became turbulent.

"I see……"

After slightly moved, the ancestor Hanhai had already figured out everything, looked at Taoist Yuchen, and sighed slightly.

"So, Miaoji and Yang Rong, two fellow Taoists, have already died..."

"Fellow Daoist Du Qing thinks it's the same, but I'm sorry for Fellow Daoist Jing Hao!"

The ancestor Hanhai sighed again, then turned around and bowed to the white-robed Taoist sitting cross-legged on the Qianye Lotus Platform.

"It's okay, the victory or defeat is not in this game."

The Taoist in white robe smiled slightly and didn't care.

...

The heavens of the universe, the great realm of Wuhe.

The extreme north of this world is quite cold and sparsely populated.

Between the thousands of peaks and valleys, the sky is covered with heavy snow, the misty clouds are surging, and the boundless snow waves are endless.

It can be called a barren land.

For many years, people from the Wuhe Realm rarely have involved this place.

But above one of the mountains, there is a Taoist temple standing.

Snow Yuan View.

This view has a somewhat mysterious color, and it is unknown who has established it.

It is not very prosperous, but although there are not many disciples, they are all masters.

Even the top forces in the great realm may not be able to fight at the same level.

However, this view rarely goes beyond the North.

Therefore, although he has a reputation, he is not very famous. If it weren't for the fact that his disciples were born from time to time, they would have been almost forgotten.

This day.

It was snowing all over the sky, falling down one after another.

The continuous mountains are covered with snow and covered with silver. The mountains are covered with snow and white.

The cold wind blows, and the branches of the jade are shaking gently.

The white snow particles and ice crystals fall from the branches like flying flowers, fluttering like dreams.

Looking around, the snowy world filled with mountains and fields, in the cold wind, snow crystals splashed and flowers flew.

The place where Xueyuan Temple stands is called Fengdu Mountain.

The name was given by the viewer who rarely appears, and no one knows what it means.

Fengdu Mountain is thousands of feet high, and it is built below the mountainside, forming a continuous group of palaces.

The straight steps hang down and spread to the gate at the foot of the mountain.

In a pavilion, two young disciples sat opposite each other, and a small furnace and a small pot was burned on the stone table, and the soup inside was rolling, making the fragrance of freshness.

One of them took a sip of the strong wine in the glass, and breathed a breath of white breath, saying, "Recently, a roar and trembled above the sky. I heard that the senior brother who was patrolling the mountains said that mountains and forests collapsed everywhere, and only my Xueyuan Temple was located, and there was no movement at all!"

"What else do you want to make a difference?"

The other person rolled his eyes, drank a glass of strong wine, and looked through the pavilion.

Even though the sea of ​​snow is endless, you can still see the black gaps above the sky like spider webs covering the dome.

I couldn't help but smack my tongue: "If this really leaves a sporadic point..."

Thinking of this way, even if you have strong wine to warm up, it will not only make you silence.

He was quite awe in his heart, and he didn't know why such a big deal happened.

The other man yelled, and was about to say something, suddenly a figure appeared in the afterglow, his face changed slightly, and he immediately said, "Get up quickly, someone is coming."

The two of them stood up and did not forget to put away all the things.

Xueyuan Temple has been in the northern part for a long time and rarely communicates with the outside world. Most of them are friends made by senior brothers who are traveling out.

It is common for people not to see outsiders come for decades.

The two of them took on the task of looking at the mountain gate, and originally thought they could have a little rest.

I didn't expect someone to come on this first day.

Walking into the wind and snow, the biting cold wind made the two of them shake slightly, and the little heat of drinking was blown away immediately.

However, the two of them were not negligent at all.

Put your clothes and greet the visitors motionlessly.

The two stood quietly, only to see the wind and snow in the distance.

Two figures in white robes approached slowly from a distance.

When the two got closer, they asked in unison: "Who is my friend..."

The two figures stopped, raised their heads slightly, and said in unison

"Xuankong... Zuo Yuan."

“Wishing the Worker…”

"Come and worship the mountain!"

The sound went from low to high, and it spread throughout the north.

The endless snow peaks roared and vibrated, the earth moved and the mountains shook, and hurricanes rose up to connect the world, like long dragons filling the world.

The two mountain guard disciples of Xue Yuanguan retreated in horror and squatted on the steps covered with snowflakes.

Looking at this scene that seemed like a world-destroying, I couldn’t even speak a word!

Poor that both of them have never seen such a scene since they were young.

Such a demeanor is already rare.

The two figures stood quietly under the mountain gate, standing quietly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!

As the words fall.

Above the extreme sky, from the top of the Fengdu Mountain, a mysterious and majestic aura whistled down, like the river of heaven pouring backwards, covering the endless snow peaks like the Milky Way hanging down.

Once it comes out, the world changes.

A vast and endless aura that seemed to be able to tolerate the great thousand rose into the sky, and in just a moment, the entire great world enveloped it.

"You guys want to worship the mountain?"

In the quiet and quiet voice, a figure silently passed by himself on the top of the mountain and walked down.

The white black hair was covered with white clothes, and the clothes and hair were all flowing elegantly, neither tied nor tied, and slightly fluttered. A pair of extremely deep black eyes flowed with an incomprehensible light.

"No, don't come!"

Zuo Yuan and Zhu Gong looked slightly moved and bowed.

Zhu Gong sighed in his heart.

He was not a member of Xuankong Palace, but just for his own way of enlightenment, he had to step into this muddy water and had to fight for it.

The journey of the great way is just a struggle.

"It's still time to leave now."

Above the sky, the man stepped footsteps and spoke lightly.

Zuo Yuan said lightly: "Since you are here, I don't need to say much to Master Yin Guan. Although I am not your opponent, I will use my strength to block it for half a day. I think the problem is not too big."

His words were sonorous and powerful, and anyone could hear them as they heard them.

After hearing this, the man stopped talking, and he no longer had any more meanings.

Just a wave of his hand, he walked nine days away.

The two of them had their eyes low, and a divine light flashed by, and they followed them nine days away.

Their purpose is this person, not to mention that their cultivation level does not think that a mere mountain gate can make the man feel scruples.

"That's the viewer?"

After the three of them left one after another, the two mountain guards looked at each other in disbelief, and a huge wave was surging in their hearts.

Although they can't see any depth with their cultivation, just looking at what can cause such strange phenomena in the world, according to what they see in the collection of books in the contemplation, it is simply the level of Hedao Daojun.
To be continued...