Chapter 495 Xueluo Buried Mountain, Yue Leng West Building
There is no singing and romance in Ba City, the snow falls on Burial Mountain, and the west tower is cold in the moonlight.
How many years have passed, three lives of drunken dreams.
Winter in June.
Huhu——
The north wind roars up from the sky!
Goodbye, the snowflakes on Burial Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow off the loess platform.
This was supposed to be a hot June day with the scorching sun burning the earth, but instead it was snowing heavily on Burial Mountain, and it was freezing cold in Bo City.
The spiritual water is frozen.
The people all put on winter clothes.
Students also put on robes.
June is like winter, so this is somewhat strange.
But the literati in Bo City have not yet recovered from the grief of the collapse of the Holy Sky, and they are turning a blind eye like walking zombies.
"Snowing."
In Burial Mountain Academy.
An old priest, still in single clothes, stood in the snow with a dull expression, looking up at the falling snowflakes and murmuring.
"Where does this snow... come from? Does its appearance turn everything upside down? It should not have appeared..."
One student raised his head and said, reaching out to catch the snowflakes.
Snowflakes are cool.
"I don't know."
Jiaoyu shook his head.
In his heart, the world had already collapsed, so why did it turn the world upside down?
At this time, many students walked out of the lecture hall. They all looked up at the snowflakes falling like cotton. They were not shocked at all, but somewhat surprised.
If the holy sky collapses, what does the snow fall in June?
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
The wind blows colder and colder.
This wind and snow are heart-chilling.
At this time, not many literati tried to explore why it snowed in June at Burial Mountain.
Not only the literati in Bo City, but also the literati all over the world, their mentality has long been broken, and they have not yet come out of the grief of the collapse of the Holy Sky.
Once faith collapses, how can it be easily re-established?
The back hall of the academy.
An Xiu appeared quietly in the courtyard, looking up at the falling snowflakes.
Depressed and sad.
At this time, he looked towards Burial Mountain and saw that Burial Mountain looked even darker in the wind and snow.
His brows frowned slightly. When he saw Burial Mountain for the first time, he had already felt the darkness of Burial Mountain.
This is no ordinary darkness.
Instead, it made him unable to see through it, with an oppressive darkness.
"Snowing."
Dong Louhui came to the snow and looked up at the road for a while.
"Teacher, Burial Mountain is darker and heavier."
An Xiu stared at the Burial Mountain Road.
After hearing the words, Donglou Hui looked towards Burial Mountain and saw the darkness of Burial Mountain, but he didn't feel much about it. He seemed to be pointing out: "The wind and snow cover the light, and the sky and the earth will naturally become dark."
An Xiu wanted to say something, but finally nodded.
Express approval.
Soon after, it got dark.
But the wind and snow did not stop, but became more and more intense, roaring and roaring.
Inside and outside the burial mountain, there is nothing but vastness.
The night is getting darker.
The wind roars more and more.
The snow is heavier.
The time has not yet come.
Woohoo——
A low cry of mourning came from the wind and snow under the night.
One by one, ferocious ghost figures emerged from the wind and snow under the night sky.
An Xiu was very familiar with this mourning cry. When he heard it, his figure suddenly flew out and hung in the sky almost instantly. At this time, he saw again, each and every ferocious ghost figure wrapped in linen, following the raging wind and snow.
He came over and let out a strange cry of mourning.
But this time, the evil spirits did not enter Ba City in search of food like last time.
Instead, he headed straight for the dark Burial Mountain.
Before anyone could react, countless evil ghosts were already kneeling down around Burial Mountain. They were all wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt down and cried in mourning, and their strange cries penetrated the wind and snow.
Ringing through the dark night.
At this time, the literati in Bo City and the students in the academy seemed to have finally come to their senses.
The strange scene in front of them also stunned countless people.
For most people, it is simply unheard of for evil spirits to wear sackcloth and mourn. Of course, it is not unfamiliar to the first batch of students of Anxiuyi Academy.
An Xiu did not act immediately.
He stood in the wind and snow, looking at it coldly.
He had long felt that this burial mountain was extraordinary, but he had never seen it through and found no clues.
but.
In less than two years, three evil ghosts appeared in Burial Mountain crying in mourning.
What does this mean?
Outside of Burial Mountain, evil spirits have never been seen wearing sackcloth and crying in mourning.
The evil ghosts who are invincible and crying in mourning only appear in Burial Mountain.
"This mountain..."
An Xiu looked at Burial Mountain and walked away step by step.
Beside him, Donglou Hui appeared at some point, his brows furrowed together as he looked at the evil ghost below who was draped in sackcloth and crying in mourning.
In the wind and snow at night.
Evil ghosts dressed in linen came from all directions and knelt respectfully at the foot of the burial mountain.
At this time, a gloomy and strange black mist arose from nowhere and gradually enveloped Burial Mountain, making Burial Mountain even darker.
At this moment, Burial Mountain seemed to have turned into a terrifying hell.
The people in Bo City panicked.
But when I think about the fact that there are so many literati in Bo city, so many students in the academy, and they have world-famous canonizations, I am not so afraid.
"kill!"
In the academy.
Someone yelled and killed them.
Then there were more instructions, and the instructors roared and killed them.
Perhaps only in this way can they temporarily forget the pain and numb themselves.
An Xiu didn't stop him at this time, although he wanted to continue observing. He thought for a moment and ordered the students to kill him too.
Only great righteousness and the face of death can teachers and students come out of grief and then regain their strength to face the world without a holy heaven.
and life.
It is a fact that the Holy Heaven has collapsed.
It is also a fact that the world still exists.
Therefore, people cannot live in the past, they have to face the future.
Those who have gone by cannot be admonished, but those who have come can still be pursued.
At this time, Burial Mountain was pitch black, filled with thick and strange black fog.
And An Xiu's heart suddenly trembled. Could it be that the Ghost Emperor who destroyed the Holy Heaven was buried here?
Although the Ghost Emperor's birth did not last long, just a few breaths, it brought huge and indelible disasters to the world.
This Holy Heaven naturally needs no words.
Apart from the Holy Dao's Zhou Tianxia, the Kunxu Realm suffered the heaviest loss.
How many outstanding disciples of the God Clan are on the Fushan Ladder at the end of the Kunxu Realm? And how many god generals, god lords, and even god kings all died on the Fushan Mountain?
Although Emperor Shang relied on his own power to purify the strange black fog that enveloped the world, he even forcibly pulled back everyone who had experienced strange things.
but.
He was dead, but there was nothing he could do.
In just a few breaths, the disciples of the God Clan on the Fushan Ladder were almost dead.
The disciples of the Gods on the Fushan Ladder are almost the most outstanding people of the Gods in the entire Gods, representing the hope and future of the Gods...
but.
Within a few breaths, he died.
When An Xiu was horrified, he found that the strange mourning in his ears had become different again, almost becoming an ancient and sad call.
"...The water of the Zhanzhan River is covered with maples. The eyes are so far away that it hurts the heart of spring. The soul has gone and returned, mourning me, the great merchant..."
Buried in the palace.
Inside the ancient bronze coffin.
At this time, a strange black mist rolled up, as if it had turned into a huge black sea inside the coffin. Feng Qingyan's pale and bloodless face once again shed two tears...
His expression was deeply sad.
Just when he was about to open his eyes and wake up.
boom--
Fengcai Tower came out of nowhere.
It suddenly landed in front of Xusheng Mansion, west of Ba City and west of Burial Mountain Academy.