The empty mountains were bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night made people feel that it was early autumn.
The setting sun is infinite, and the sunset casts its afterglow from under the pines. Clear spring water flows through the rocks. The surrounding bamboo forest is noisy under the gentle breeze.
The northern cold region is a land of ice and ice. Logically speaking, the scenery of the other three seasons except winter will not appear.
But it is different here. There will be cold winter here, but it is not as severe as the outside world.
Here, there are four seasons all year round.
Under this sky, there are not many areas with four seasons throughout the year. Under other vastness, even a Nascent Soul monk can turn the sky around and display the colors of the four seasons.
But it is different in the Northern Cold Region. The ice and cold here are difficult to reverse and dissolve. If you want to do this, even the strong Xuanzhao will find it difficult to do it.
Their light and sunshine can only withstand the ice and cold, but they are far from capable of reversing it.
Only those who are strong in Nirvana can do this.
Nirvana, bathing in fire. There is a firework in their bodies that is enough to sweep away the cold. With this firework, they can dissolve this force and reverse it, making the scenery of the four seasons appear.
Most people in this world have never seen the warm flowers blooming in spring, nor the scorching heat of summer, nor the silence of autumn.
The people who can meet them are all lucky because they don't have to imagine the rumored scenes in their minds.
They could see the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the buzzing of bees and dancing butterflies, the fragrance of lotus ponds, and the fallen red leaves all over the ground.
The city where they are located is rarely disturbed by other powerful people. In the Nirvana realm, even if they are separated by a few small realms, it is difficult to distinguish the winner. There is also a foundation accumulated over countless thousands of years, which makes the people always
It's been peaceful ever since.
The newly clear field after the rain looks particularly open and empty. Looking from a distance, you can't see any dust or fog.
The gatehouse of the outer city only relies on a large river surrounding the city. Under the wind and moon, there is no ice cover at all, only rippling blue waves.
In the inner ring, green trees connect the entrance to the city wall. There are bridges on all sides of the river.
On the bridge in the north, there was a man in a black cloak, dragging a cart and walking quickly towards the city gate.
There were bulging things piled in the cart, but it was covered by a curtain. No one knew what the man was pulling.
The man approached the city gate and looked up at the city wall above. On the city wall, there were several monks stationed there.
But the strange thing is that these monks did not seem to see the man approaching the city gate.
"Is this the outer city of Qianfanmen?" The man just raised his head and glanced above, then withdrew his gaze.
Not to mention that the monks stationed at the city gate cannot detect his existence, even the most powerful one in Qianfan Gate cannot detect it even if his spiritual consciousness has been turned over thousands of times.
The man stretched out his hand and pushed gently towards the city door. Suddenly there was a squeak and the door was opened.
He continued to tow the car and walked towards the city, towards the greenway and approached the city.
This city gate has not been opened for several years. Only when there is not enough meat in the city will strong men go out to hunt.
Although the Northern Cold Territory is covered in ice and is not suitable for living creatures to survive, some creatures still adapt to this environment.
These creatures are scattered everywhere. They have not yet enlightened their spiritual wisdom, but they are full of treasures.
Wearing furs can even withstand the wind and snow. But these furs are too expensive and cannot be worn by ordinary people.
"Uncle Yang is back?"
Several monks standing on the city wall were startled when they suddenly heard the wall door open and creaking and swaying in the wind.
Several monks have been standing in the city wall. Although they are boring and boring, they often wander around and don't know what to think.
But their eyes have been focused on the distance. If a monk comes, they will naturally be able to see it from a distance.
But they didn't see any figure coming from a distance, nor did they see any figure walking from the other end of the bridge to this end.
The door opened wide, and several more figures appeared in front of it. It was these monks who were guarding the city.
They looked ahead, then looked around, and finally looked around, but still found no figure.
They looked at each other and saw each other's doubts.
"This wall door has not been opened for more than ten years since Uncle Yang came out of the mountain. Could it be that she has come back? Did she come in a hurry, so we didn't notice it?" Someone said thoughtfully.
Everyone thought it made sense. If a strong man like Uncle Yang didn't want them to notice, how could they see her entering the city gate?
Several people worked together to close the city gate, returned to the city wall again, and continued to sleep and wander around.
For them, guarding this city gate is really boring. Qianfanmen is the overlord of a region, so how can anyone come to invade?
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Here, the water of Qingxi River is unfathomable, and it is the end point where all the currents in this city converge.
The mountain road is rugged, and there seems to be someone living in seclusion at the top. In this seclusion, there are only lonely clouds.
The bright moon among the pines is slightly dewed, and the clear light casts down the shadows of the flowers.
In the center of the mountain peak, there is a clear pool. In this clear pool, the wind blows fiercely, but the red color does not diminish.
This beautiful scenery of water and mountains is very nice to people. I can’t say exactly how good it is, but it is infinitely good.
The red leaves are floating in the air, carrying wisps of fragrance, and shining on the water with the moon.
At this time of falling leaves, the weeping poplar trees in the courtyard looked like heavy embroidered curtains, but when one peeked through the curtains, no one could be seen.
A sound that accompanies one's sorrow.
Weeping poplars have covered the entire lake and pond, covering it layer by layer. If you don't enter this curtain, it will be difficult to see anyone inside.
This is a middle-aged man with gray hair, sitting cross-legged in the lake.
The clothes are dipped in the pond water, but the clothes are not wet.
"Fu'er has been out for thirteen years. In these thirteen years, there were only the first three years when there was a message. After the last ten years, there was no news at all."
The middle-aged man is the strongest person in the Qianfan Sect. With him in charge, no one has dared to invade in the past tens of millions of years. After all, in the Northern Cold Territory, all the great masters of the realm of destruction have gone to that place, and the strongest one is Nirvana.
The late strong ones.
And this middle-aged man is among this group.
The middle-aged man had deep worry in his eyes.
Thirteen years ago, his disciples were ordered to go out in the vast snowy world to hunt beast-like creatures, and breed them in captivity for the people in the city to eat.
But he lost contact with him ten years ago. No matter how he sent messages, he never got a reply.
This made the middle-aged man very anxious and impatient.
"Fu'er... she is a monk Xuanzhao after all. With her cultivation level, even if she encounters a powerful Nirvana man, she can still escape if she just runs away. There shouldn't be any problems..."
Although the middle-aged man said this, the delay in the syllable showed his uncertainty.
"There shouldn't be any problems." The middle-aged man's eyes showed deep concern, and he finally let out a long sigh.
It is said that Shenhuangtian is extremely brilliant, but it is in chaos. Battles between monks are happening all the time.
In order to enter the rumored world and for the destiny monument, it must be a fight to the death.
His disciples have outstanding talents, otherwise they would not have entered Xuanxuan in just ten thousand years. However, they rarely fight in life and death. Their attacks are not decisive enough, and they are not spicy enough. How can they compete with those monks who are soaked in blood in the fight?
It is very possible that something unexpected happened.
"Before I was born, going back hundreds of millions of years, the original Divine Glory Heaven did not divide the sky above and below the sky. It was not called chaos. It's just that when there is a supreme being who cuts through the vast sky with a sword,
Sprinkle the holy light endlessly, and then it will be divided into this."
"It's just because there is supreme creation there. All the second-step strong men rushed to that world one after another. However, after the three thousand second-step strong men rushed there, more than 2,000 of them died in one day."
"The rumored deaths of these powerful men were too strange. One moment they were still walking, and the next moment they were unable to move forever and closed their eyes completely."
"The strange thing about their demise is that their souls and bodies are still there, but they have completely lost their vitality. For a time, most of the powerful people in Shenhuangtian died here without any reason. They lost their vitality, but they still have their physical bodies and souls.
"
"This is too unbelievable. There are powerful experts in the realm of destruction who have investigated and found that these fallen people were not injured at all. At that moment, all living beings were shrouded in an unknown atmosphere."
"Some people fled in fear, while others continued to stay in search of creation. But in the end, they almost died. Only the dozens of great powers of destruction were left."
"This alarmed the Supreme Being, and he took action to deduce it. Finally, he knew what the reason was, and it was because of this fate."
"Because of the short life, it is short-lived. Therefore, except for the dozens of great powers of destruction, all the other powerful people died. Then, the supreme one also learned how to live a long life. At this point, Shenhuangtian entered the troubled times
era."
Hundreds of millions of years of troubled times, although strong men were born later, there are always people whose lives have been taken away just for entering that world.
"It's a pity that my great-uncle entered that world a million years ago. Otherwise, with his cultivation in the early stage of the Destruction Realm and sitting in our Qianfan Sect, he would not be in the situation he is in now."
The middle-aged man now has a headache. Besides his disciple, there is another thing on his mind.
That is, a strong man came to visit and asked the middle-aged man to divide the mountain and make him the master.
How could a powerful person in the later stage of Nirvana with such arrogance agree to it?
Naturally, a big battle broke out. In this big battle, the middle-aged man was no match at all, and the man did not kill anyone.
This battle only happened seven days ago. The strong man gave the middle-aged man seven days to think about it, and today is the seventh day.
When the night fades and the sun rises again, then it will be his time to make a choice.
If he does not agree, he will have no choice but to flee here with a few disciples and abandon this inherited inheritance. Otherwise, there will be a disaster!
At this moment, there was a man in a black cloak walking in the city pulling a cart.
He looked up into the distance and saw five stone tablets towering into the clouds. The middle one exuded a grand momentum.
"Are there five powerful people in the Xuan Realm..."
The man under the cloak showed a deep smile and continued walking forward.