It was windy and snowy, and everything in this area was hazy. It seemed like it was coated with thousands of layers of white.
There are ice sculptures in all four directions, whether they are mountains or trees. They are all frozen solid by the wind and snow. It is difficult to see their color. It can be said that here is endless as far as the eye can see, 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 something else. That is, this person is indeed stumbling, 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 wind is wind. The wind and snow in all directions are also wind. Both are wind.
The difference is that the former Qingfeng is faster, but compared to the silent one, it is like the sun, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
The green wind was too fast. It dragged on the sleeve of the figure and pulled up a very long strand of yarn. But it did not mean that this was Guangyang.
Wind is wind, a wind that is faster than the speed of light and sunshine. This is not just a matter of thousands of miles in an instant?
The million-dollar distance between heaven and earth is only a snap of the fingers in front of this Qingfeng.
This comes from the waving of a figure's sleeves. Because of the waving of the sleeves, the breeze blows for millions of miles, or even tens of thousands of miles.
In this wind and snow, although this figure is covered in white, its appearance can still be seen under the green wind.
This is a middle-aged scribe wearing white clothes.
This middle-aged scribe's eyes may be blurry due to the layers of ice, or maybe it's very cold here, so his body is trembling.
He seemed to be very cold. His body could not stop shaking.
It is indeed very cold here, otherwise the whole world would not be frozen solid by the wind and snow.
He was walking here, feeling very lonely. There was no one in the silent world except for the wind and snow. Only the snow was very bright, falling piece by piece, and filled with a desolate atmosphere.
There is no one in this world, and under the wind and snow, it ends here.
"The end... Time flies so fast. I don’t know how many years have passed. I don’t know how many years this wind and snow have been blowing."
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. Once upon a time, there were many of his friends here.
Once upon a time, there was no wind and snow here. There were also close friends dancing gracefully to the sound of drums and music.
Unfortunately, those beautiful things have disappeared over time. Some, only middle-aged scribes, walk alone here.
"Extreme splendor, once upon a time, this place was the splendor that belonged to us."
A lingering 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? There was only good weather and full of vitality.
The middle-aged scribe is the only one left from that group of people. He is also the strongest person from that group of people.
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 earth, it has been buried in a snow and can never be seen again.
He is Guanyuan Yu, and he has never set foot in this vast place since that incident. This sad place, for him, is 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 to me over and over again.
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.
How could a middle-aged scribe set foot on this burial place unless absolutely necessary? He would certainly not set foot there.
How many years have passed, and I have never set foot here. However, today, the middle-aged scribe came here.
No one knew about his arrival. The only one who knew about it was this land of wind and snow.
He came just for one person. This person didn't have much to do with him. At best, it was just a few acquaintances. He was a descendant from the same world and hometown.
This young person is 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 that young man. It was just because that young man had set foot in a place that he should not have set foot on. Although it was the place where they had achieved their greatest glory, it was still too much for that young man.
Get in touch there early.
It is very dangerous there. Even the legendary Sky Realm Power dare not set foot there easily. Because there is not only a sinful and resentful statue there, but there are also crises that can threaten the Sky Realm Power.
That youngster does have a tendency to be better than his predecessor, but he is still growing. But when his wings are not yet full, how can he 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 continue to move forward. Because he felt a very ethereal breath. It was also an extremely familiar breath, a breath that made him afraid.
"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 while waving, a jar of wine appeared in his hand.
In this cold wind and snow, the jar of wine did not freeze solid. With a flick of the finger, the jar of wine was opened. Suddenly, the aroma of the wine overflowed and floated around.
The middle-aged scribe laughed bitterly again, raised his head and raised his hand. The wine from the jar went down his throat. The wine went smoothly, but it was harsh on his throat.
This was the wine he was most reluctant to drink, but in a moment, 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 crystals scattered in all directions, instantly
The 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!"
After finishing his words, the middle-aged scribe waved his hand again, and one jar after another appeared in front of him. Then there was an explosion, and the wine poured out, all falling into 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 loudly, stretched out his hand again, and picked up a jar of wine. He raised his head and drank all the wine.
"Back then, the young man gave Guan 300 jars of wine. This time, there is not much left to give to my friends. Don't blame me for being stingy and not giving you all the wine from my hometown. But, there really isn't much left.
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In the wind and snow, sighs came again. After drinking, the trembling body of the middle-aged scribe finally stopped a little. Wine can warm the body, and it can also warm the heart.
His expression was a little confused, as if he was drunk.
The middle-aged scribe kept maintaining the same movement, raising his head. Although his eyes were blurred, they seemed to have penetrated countless voids and landed on a certain world.
"The meaning of the underworld... Back then, we were buried under the meaning of the underworld..."