Zhang Ping stood on the bank of Lingxia Lake.

Even though the snow outside is still there, just like when we got together that year, the shores of Lingxia Lake are still as warm as summer, with many fireflies flying.

The clear and calm lake water reflects Zhang Ping's face.

His face is very ordinary.

Among the many Qingluan students who gathered here back then, he was so inconspicuous that no one would notice his existence.

His skin was dark, with a faint purple-gold luster, and he looked a little weird. However, even he himself could see how powerful he was from his face in the lake.

When he showed his whereabouts in the northern border of Yunqin, the whole world knew that his next step would be to attack Qingluan Academy. However, no one could stop him from entering the Four Seasons Plain or even the Dengtian Mountains.

The shores of Lingxia Lake were beautiful. This should have been a place worthy of his memories. However, at this moment, he was standing in front of this clear and calm lake. Thinking of the faces of the many golden spoons who gathered here, he felt that the lake here was extraordinarily watery.

Hateful. Even thinking about the scene where Lin Xi, Gao Yanan and Wen Xuanyu became the chosen ones later, he felt extremely disgusted.

Originally, when he was in the villages and towns in Yunqin, he felt that everything was beautiful and fair. However, when he came here, he saw that countless people had better family backgrounds and qualifications than him, and he felt inferior and resentful.

The small resentment was originally just the flapping wings of a butterfly in the Dentian Mountains. However, after gaining unrivaled power, it turned into a huge storm sweeping the world.

"Filled in."

Zhang Ping turned around indifferently and said these two words to the dozens of red-robed priests from Purgatory Mountain who were kneeling beside the giant chariot behind him.

At the same time as he turned around, a strong wind suddenly blew behind him. Countless crack-like wave marks appeared on the calm Lingxia Lake. Countless flying fireflies were shattered by the power released from his body, and fell into the no longer calm place.

on the lake.

Filling the lake seems to be a boring order, but the devil has more and more believers in the world. As long as the devil still stands in the world and this order is issued, this beautiful lake is destined to disappear.

…

The heavy giant chariot passed through the entire Four Seasons Plain like a ship and arrived at the foot of the Dengtian Mountains.

Zhang Ping sat on the throne, looking up at this towering mountain through the gap in the hanging curtain, unable to see the huge mountain range at the top.

He thought that even though he was empty and exhausted when he arrived here, today, he could sit on such a heavy chariot and climb such a mountain range.

Hundreds of priests in red robes dragging giant chariots walked at the front of the mountain road.

Dozens of ghost-faced doves flew above their heads, emitting shrill screams. They were even more terrifying than the group of vultures that Wen Ren Cang Yue had seen back then. Moreover, the soul power of these ghost-faced doves vibrated, forming waves of black energy, and finally

Groups of black clouds formed.

Behind the giant chariot were also walking nearly a hundred practitioners in red robes.

Like the people dragging the giant chariot in front of them, most of these people are not the original disciples of Purgatory Mountain. Among these people are many prisoners who were originally detained in Yunqin Prison, many were famous practitioners of Yunqin, and some

He was originally an ordinary person from Yunqin.

These ordinary people in Yunqin originally had some desires that were impossible to satisfy. However, one day a red-robed priest walked up to them and told these people in a pious and endlessly bewitching tone: "Give your souls to me."

Demon King, serve the Demon King, and the Demon King will grant your wishes."

These Yunqin people made a choice, and then their various wishes were fulfilled... Some got the beautiful woman they dreamed of as their wives, some killed the most hated enemy in their lives, and some

After getting a house full of gold...then they became devout believers of the Demon King, and began to walk in Yunqin, spreading the news of the Demon King's arrival, and began to carefully observe the desire in the hearts of everyone in the streets, and eventually they would also

They go up to the people whom they have discovered the deepest desire in their hearts, and tell these people in a pious and endlessly bewitching tone: "Give your souls to the devil, serve the devil, and the devil will fulfill your wishes."

This was originally a method used by demon kings to rule the world in the age of immortals and demons. However, this method seems to be effective at all times.

After the two hundred red-robed priests who were surrounding Zhang Ping's giant chariot, there were thousands of knights guarding the mountain.

As the mountains get higher and the roads get steeper, these people become more and more nervous, and their armors are gradually soaked with cold sweat.

However, no fighting took place.

The quiet and deserted Qingluan Academy finally appeared in front of them.

Looking at the temples standing on the peaks and the zip lines connecting the peaks, everyone felt a force coming towards them. This inexplicable pressure made all the red-robed priests and

The knights guarding the mountain were trembling non-stop.

"Just give up like that?"

"Many of us once regarded a place that was more important than life, but we just gave up without even a trace of resistance?"

Zhang Ping didn't feel any shock. He just looked at the places he was familiar with with mocking eyes, such as the Zhige Department's New Life Hall, the Tiangong Department's New Life Palace, the Royal Medicine Department's New Life Palace... and the area they had burned.

Hillside of flames.

He stood up slowly, but the moment he stood up, he suddenly felt extremely disgusted with this place.

"It's all burned."

He no longer stepped out of the huge chariot, but sat down and issued this order.

…

Somewhere at the high end of the Dengtian Mountains, a gap was cut into the eternal glacier as if cut by the God King's sword. At the end facing Qingluan Academy, the surface of the glacier was flawless white. However, this seemingly pure

The accumulation of white slowly formed blue.

Then people who walk into the glacier crevices will find that the white ice and snow will turn blue as the thickness accumulates. The initial light blue will eventually turn into a clear blue like a gem.

This naturally formed glacier crevice is one of the best passages to the ice and snow plain behind the Dengtian Mountains.

However, the Ice and Snow Godland has been regarded as the territory of the gods in Yunqin since ancient times, and naturally the world is not allowed to set foot there.

Although this wide glacier fissure is still a low point at the top of the Dentian Mountains, the air inside it is unimaginably thin compared to ordinary places in the world. Ordinary practitioners do nothing even in such a place.

, they will all fall into confusion and lose their normal judgment because they cannot breathe enough fresh air.

What's more, there is even more biting cold air, which keeps passing through the cracks in this glacier from the ice and snow gods.

The cold air gathered in the wind was like an invisible sword, constantly slashing in the air.

Near the end of the ice and snow field, the iron-hard glacier not only has countless deep cuts like knives, but the ice and snow are also filthy blue-black, with countless sand and stone particles embedded deeply into the ice and snow.

However, in a place like this, where the glacier crevasse and the ice and snow plains meet, there is a tent wrapped in thick fur in a shelter from the wind behind a piece of ice like an eagle's beak.

A practitioner wearing thick leather boots on his feet, thick gloves on his hands, and his whole body wrapped in fur like a rice dumpling, stood at the door of the tent.

The outside of his mouth and nose were covered with snow slag, and his body was shaking slightly in the cold.

He vaguely saw the smoke of fireworks emanating from the Dengtian Mountains. He understood what it meant, and his eyes were suddenly filled with pain.

He turned around resolutely, no longer looking behind him, but looking at the ice and snow plain in front of him like a frozen ocean.

The sky is getting darker.

Countless grotesque glaciers looked like countless sunken ships frozen in the dim sky.

There is an even harsher wind blowing between these "wrecks".

The visibility was getting worse and worse, and the glaciers and endless ice fields in the distance gradually disappeared from his sight.

His consciousness also began to become a little blurry, and he didn't know how long he had been holding on here. He also began to lose confidence, and he was about to moan in pain.

However, suddenly, a small but bright green-yellow flame appeared in the distant ice field that he could no longer see.
Chapter completed!