Soon, Poinsettia woke up.
Fu Yunge has disappeared beside the fire, and only a few faint stars are left in the fire. Poinsettia immediately stood up and came out, but when he opened the tarp, he could only see a vast expanse of snow outside the tent.
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One person and one bird are walking in the snowy field as if in a dream.
Even he couldn't explain Fu Yunge's consciousness clearly. My mind is a little tired, as if something is holding it in my hand. He tried to regain control of his consciousness, but it was extremely difficult.
The big bird is still flying leisurely ahead. The snow-white wings were as light as satin, casting dim shadows on the snow.
Everything in front of Fu Yunge was still the pure white snowfield, as if he was standing still. Although he was controlled by the mysterious bird, his five senses were still intact, but the chill was inexplicably not that strong.
I don’t know how far I’ve walked. When Fu Yunge's consciousness was exhausted and he fell into a trance, the ups and downs on the snowy field ahead brought him back to his senses.
He raised his head and was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him.
It is a towering, white and dreamlike, even somewhat majestic snow tower.
There should be a mountain cut below it - of course, half of it has been buried by snow, leaving only half of the mountain that is not very high exposed. It has been completely transformed by white snow at this moment. The towering snow tower, could this be the residence of this big bird?
Judging from the appearance of the snow building, the densely packed doors - or "holes" are more appropriately called - are like the work of a bee swarm. Different from the white surface of the snow wall, those "doors" are all deep and dark, making people shudder.
"Welcome to my [Qianxuedui Building]."
A sudden human voice surprised Fu Yunge. When I looked up, I realized that the big bird was opening its mouth to talk.
He wasn't surprised that the bird could talk, but he didn't know the purpose of the big bird calling him here.
I had this question in my mind, but my body started to move uncontrollably. Fu Yunge's throat seemed to be clogged with cotton. Even if he tried his best to say a word, he couldn't.
The bird stopped moving forward. Fu Yunge was like a soulless puppet, walking slowly towards the cave of Qianxueduilou step by step.
Only then did he realize that the chill was slowly eroding his whole body. It turns out that the further away from the big bird, the stronger the chill.
He has reached the entrance of the cave. But there was no turning back. Even though his consciousness was struggling hard, he still couldn't change the last step and entered the dark abyss.
Big Bird seemed a little smug as he watched his figure disappear. It flapped its wings a few times and flew towards one of the cave entrances.
However, at this moment, there was a "squeak" sound, and blood exploded on the big bird's left wing.
With a scream, the big bird suffered unexpected pain and slid sideways into the air. At the same time, the scattered blood formed ice crystals in the air, and scattered like red roses in the snow.
The big bird looked back angrily, only to see a body coming from far away in the snowfield with a sword in hand.
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Fu Yunge walked into the cave. After walking a few dozen steps, the big bird's control was suddenly eliminated.
He couldn't see the darkness, and at the same time he felt the cold from all directions. Such an environment is fatal to him. If he doesn't escape as soon as possible, he may freeze to death soon.
Fu Yunge reached out and touched everywhere, but couldn't touch anything like the wall. The place he was in seemed to be very open, not like a closed and narrow space at all.
Fu Yunge could feel that he seemed to be going downhill just now. Then the bottom of this darkness must be the place where Big Bird intends to sink himself.
Fu Yunge has a certain direction. He should walk back. Even if he doesn't know the specific location, as long as he knows the direction of "uphill", there should be hope.
"Uphill..." Fu Yunge whispered, turning around and planning to walk back.
Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from above his head! Fu Yunge's heart trembled and he immediately took a step back. But just one step away, an ice pick hanging from a high place suddenly fell down and smashed into pieces right in front of Fu Yunge.
The splashing ice crystals stung Fu Yunge's face, and he couldn't help but feel scared. Is this a coincidence? Or is it some kind of big bird formation?
Unwilling to be reconciled, Fu Yunge took a breath and immediately stepped forward again. Almost at the same time, the sound of the ice pick breaking was heard again. Fortunately, he was prepared and pulled away in time to avoid being crushed to death by the ice.
After trying it again, Fu Yunge realized that it was really not a coincidence. In order to prevent the entrants from escaping again, the big bird set up this ice cone maze in order to cut off their way of survival!
It was getting colder and colder, so Fu Yunge had to carefully activate his Qi. Once the restless Qi flows into the meridians, there will be bursts of tingling pain.
Fu Yunge looked at the desperate situation in front of him, panted heavily, and slowly turned his head.
Over there, it's downhill.
Fu Yunge hesitated. The darkness brought only boundless silence, and his ears could not collect any sound of wind.
If... going up is a dead end for him now, then going down might still have a chance!
Fu Yunge gritted his teeth. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster under the influence of the true energy.
The darkness ahead is deeper and heavier. Fu Yunge's body was extremely small in front of it.
"Huh...huh..."
Fu Yunge supported his body, his eyes showing no hesitation.
"Let me see what you, old bird, have planned." Fu Yunge walked down step by step, "I won't die. I have to go back and join Master before dawn...!"
He walked deeper step by step. However, contrary to his expectation, before he had gone very far, his front foot missed and he fell deeply into the mouth of the abyss.
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Outside Qianxuedui Tower, red plum blossoms are flying and sword light is flowing.
"Let him go, or he will hate this place."
The stroke of the sword is colder than ice and snow, and the voice of the poinsettia is even colder than the stroke of the sword. And even with such a cold move, it is fierce and full of energy, like a lion charging into the crown, unstoppable.
The red plum sword move merges with the cold air of ice and snow, and the snow that has been silent for a long time is now flying across the sky. The poinsettia's smooth sword blade swept across the snow surface in a circular motion, and suddenly the snow on the ground opened up like a fan and rushed towards the big bird.
Big Bird was able to catch Poinsettia's moves at first, but after a hundred or ten rounds of fierce fighting, he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Its wings had been left with many scars by the Sword of Wrath, and its initial intention of fighting gradually turned into the idea of escape.
But Poinsettia's sword energy didn't give it a chance to escape. In an instant, the red plum blossoms weaved a gorgeous phantom, and six unparalleled pale pink plum swords appeared on the ground.
