It was windy and snowy, and everything in this area was hazy. It seems to be coated with thousands of layers of white.
There are ice sculptures in all directions, whether they are mountains or trees. All frozen in this wind and snow. It's hard to see its color. It can be said that the place is endless and only that white line can be seen.
In this wind and snow, there is a figure walking.
This figure bumped step by step, as if walking here was extremely difficult, as if there was an invisible mountain pressing on his back.
Perhaps the wind and snow here were too harsh and fast, making it difficult for this person to walk.
But if you look carefully, you will find other things. That is, this person is indeed faltering, but with every step, a green wind blows up.
If it weren't for this green wind, it would be difficult to notice that the surrounding scenery would be different.
This green breeze is wind. The wind and snow in all directions are also wind. Both are winds.
The difference is that the former Qingfeng is faster, but compared to the silent one, it is as fast as the sun and travels thousands of miles in an instant.
This Qingfeng is really too fast. Dragging on the sleeve of the figure, a very long yarn strand was pulled up. But it doesn't mean that this is Guangyang.
Wind is wind, a wind faster than the speed of light and sun. This is more than just an instant and thousands of miles?
The million-dollar distance between heaven and earth is only a snap of the fingers in front of this Qingfeng.
This comes from the wave of a figure's sleeves. Because of the waving of sleeves, the breeze blows for millions of miles, or even tens of thousands of miles.
In this wind and snow, this figure is covered in white. But under this green wind, the appearance can still be seen.
This is a middle-aged scribe wearing white clothes.
This middle-aged scribe's eyes may be blurry because he is covered in layers of ice, or maybe it is very cold here, so his body is trembling.
He seemed very cold. The body couldn't stop shaking.
It is indeed very cold here, otherwise the whole world would not be frozen solid by the wind and snow.
He walked here feeling very lonely. The silent world is empty except for the wind and snow. Only this snow is very bright, falling piece by piece, full of desolate atmosphere.
There is no one in this world, and under this wind and snow, I am resigned to the end.
"The end... Time flies so fast. I don't know how many years have passed. I don't know how many years have passed since the wind and snow blew."
In this wind and snow, some sounds finally came out.
This is the voice of a middle-aged scribe.
Once upon a time, this was his first destination in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. There used to be many of his friends here.
Once upon a time, there was no
It’s not the wind and snow. There are also close friends who dance gracefully to the music.
Unfortunately, those beautiful things have disappeared over time. Some, only middle-aged scribes, walk alone here.
"Extreme splendor, once and here was the splendor that belonged to us."
A long sound, filled with memories and sighs.
Once upon a time, when this place was the pinnacle of glory for their group of people, how could it be that there was snow everywhere? Some are just fine and full of life.
The middle-aged scribe is the only one left among that group of people. He was also the strongest among that group of people back then.
How glorious it was back then, who and what power in heaven and earth could rival them?
But now, that glory is gone. Together with the heaven and the earth, they were buried under a blanket of snow. Never to be seen again.
He is Guanyuanyu, after that incident. I have never set foot in this vast land again. For him, this sad place was not only the good thing that happened back then, but also the source of a nightmare.
This nightmare is so deep that it will be unforgettable for a lifetime. Every time I close my eyes, it comes back over and over again in my mind.
What kind of nightmare was that?
The sea of blood is overwhelming, this is the blood of the most powerful group of people in the world. Every drop of blood burns up the sky.
This sea of blood is buried in this heaven and earth. His friends and confidants are also buried here.
This burial place is a last resort. How can a middle-aged scribe set foot there? Definitely not going to set foot there.
How many years have passed without taking a single step. However, today, the middle-aged scribe came here.
No one knew about his arrival. The only thing that is known is this land of wind and snow.
He came just for one person. This person doesn't have much to do with him. At best, they are just a few acquaintances, they are descendants from the same world and hometown.
This offspring. He was the first person to step into this place after the destruction of their strongest group. It can be said that there are successors.
The arrival of the middle-aged scribe was concerned about the safety of the young man. Just because that young man set foot on a place he shouldn't have set foot on. Although it was the place where they achieved their greatest glory, it was still too early for that young man to come into contact with it.
It's very dangerous there. Even the legendary power of the Sky Realm would not dare to set foot there easily. Because there, not only is a sinful and resentful statue sealed there, but there is also a crisis that threatens the power of the sky realm.
That youngster does have a tendency to outperform others, but he is still growing.
But when your wings are not full, how can you go into the thundering dark clouds?
The only ending is that the soul is scattered.
Therefore, the middle-aged scribe went to help.
But at this moment, he stopped and did not move forward. Because he felt a very ethereal aura. It was also an extremely familiar aura, an aura that frightened him.
"This is the breath of that young man. I didn't expect that he could actually master the meaning of Huangquan Dao. Although it is not a great success, it is very close." The middle-aged scribe stood there, his body seemed to have been cold, and his thin body was still unable to stop. Live trembling.
With a wry smile, the middle-aged man raised his hand, and a jar of wine appeared in his hand.
In this cold wind and snow, this jar of wine did not freeze solid. With a flick of his fingers, the jar of wine was opened. Suddenly, the aroma of wine overflowed and floated around.
The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly again, raised his head and hands. The wine in the jar flows down the throat. The wine goes well, but it burns the throat.
This was the wine he was most reluctant to drink, but in an instant, the wine left his throat, followed the sky, and fell to the earth, accompanied by the wind and snow. Under the wind and snow, the scattered crystals and frozen ice turned into snow and scattered in all directions.
This jug is not meant to respect heaven and earth, but to respect friends.
"This is hometown wine, everyone, please have a drink!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged scribe waved his hand again, and one jar after another appeared in front of him, and then there was an explosion, and the wine poured out, all falling to the surroundings. It turned into a heavy snow.
This is a total of two hundred and sixty-five altars.
“Good wine!”
The middle-aged scribe laughed and stretched out his hand again for a jar of wine. Raise your head and raise your head.
"Back then, that young man gave Guan 300 jars of wine. This time, there isn't much left to give to my friends. Don't blame me for being stingy and not giving you all the wine from my hometown. There really isn't much left. .”
In the wind and snow, the sigh comes again. After drinking, the middle-aged scribe's body finally stopped shaking. Wine can warm the body, but it can also warm the heart.
His expression was a little confused, as if he was drunk.
The middle-aged scribe has been maintaining the same movement, raising his head. Although his eyes are blurred, they seem to have penetrated countless voids and landed on a certain world.
"The meaning of the underworld... At that time, our supreme glory was buried under the meaning of the underworld..."
