The cold wind howled, and a snow-capped mountain nearly several feet high was isolated in the wind and snow. Its thick ice and snow covered the mountain layer after layer, like a sharp sword, reaching straight into the sky.
Surrounded by vast ice fields, looking up from a distance, this isolated mountain peak gives people a feeling of loneliness.
The ice field spreads out, and plum blossom-like heavy snow slowly falls in the void. The chilling cold wind picks up the white snow and falls on the ice field and mountain peaks.
This is a world of white snow, and the cold wind is whistling, like a sharp sword energy, breaking through the white sky and earth.
Ta-ta-ta! When the roar of the cold wind swept across the world, the clatter of horse hooves resounded loudly. The clatter of horse hooves actually covered the roar of the cold wind.
The cold wind swept over, like an invisible big hand, directly tearing apart the white snow in the sky, and six of its figures emerged.
The passing geese left sounds and the passing hoofs left traces, but these horses left no traces wherever they passed, and the leader was a young man.
The black robe is incompatible with the surrounding environment, just like the lonely peak, giving people a feeling of loneliness.
The cold wind rolled up his long hair, and the snow blew against this handsome face. He raised his head, pointed at the solitary peak in the distance, and murmured softly: "Where is here?"
Immediately behind the young man were four men and one woman. Behind these five people were all tied with this long sword, but the scabbard could not hide the faint aura of sharpness revealed on it.
Hearing this, the only one stopped and said respectfully: "Sect Master, this is Baizhangyuan!"
"According to legend, this ice field spreads hundreds of feet, so it was originally called Baizhang!" Another man said.
These six people were clearly Ye Chen and others. A few days ago, after Ye Chen dealt with some Ye family matters, Ye Chen took Han Jian and others to leave Luoxia City.
In the past few days, Ye Chen and others occasionally flew in the sky and occasionally rode horses. Although the time was short, Ye Chen and others had already left the border of Huangfeng Kingdom.
Reading a thousand volumes of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. In Ye Chen's eyes, everything has artistic conception. Therefore, along the way, Ye Chen did not deliberately rush. He did it casually, sometimes practicing, and sometimes staring at the snowy scenery on the roadside in a daze.
The sharp temperament of the swordsman has faded from the five Han Jian people. At this moment, the temperament of the five Han Jian people is somewhat similar to Ye Chen.
"Baizhangyuan!" Ye Chen murmured softly, his eyes falling on the solitary peak hundreds of feet high.
"Why, on this ice field, I feel a familiar breath!" Ye Chen murmured softly.
The Art of Reincarnation is running in the body, and the surrounding auras of heaven and earth are sweeping in. In these auras of heaven and earth, the familiar atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.
"Where does this breath come from!" Ye Chen raised his sword slightly, pointed at the solitary peak, and murmured softly.
Han Jian and others stood quietly behind Ye Chen. They did not interrupt Ye Chen's mumbling. Along the way, they had become accustomed to Ye Chen occasionally talking to himself.
The wind and snow rolled over the Qilin Ring, and its snowflakes turned into snow and dripped. At the same time, the voice of the Fire Qilin resounded in Ye Chen's mind. Compared with before, the voice of the Fire Qilin sounded more lonely and...
sad:
"This is his breath. Thousands of years later, the breath is still the same. It turns out that this is the place where he fell!"
"He?" The unique aura of Xuan Bing Jue became clearer and clearer in Ye Chen's mind, and he could almost tell that the source of this feeling came from the direction of the solitary peak.
"White Tiger!" Fire Qilin said lonelyly: "This is the place where he fell, and that mountain peak is where his backbone was transformed!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen's body trembled slightly. In the guardian battle of the three generations thousands of years ago, the Fire Qilin, Qinglong, Suzaku, Xuanwu and White Tiger all fell.
"Who could have imagined that the all-powerful White Tiger would fall here!" Thinking of his old friends, Huo Qilin's tone revealed an inexorable loneliness.
"What happened in that battle? Why did the third generation and we all fall!" Fire Qilin murmured: "Fourth Generation, do you know anything else?"
"Moon God Peiyu, Sword Tomb! Maybe the answer to the mystery can be solved at that time!" At the end, the voice of Fire Qilin became smaller and smaller until it disappeared, "Boy, go to that mountain peak. If you come, then sacrifice
Bow down!"
The tone was lonely. This was the first time Ye Chen felt sadness from Huo Qilin, this kind of lonely sadness.
Riding on horseback, looking at the solitary peak, Ye Chen got closer to the solitary peak, and Ye Chen was surrounded by white mist, which condensed into a layer of frost and fell to the ground.
Several people from Han Jian followed closely behind. Although they were confused, they did not ask questions out loud.
Only when he got close to this solitary peak did Ye Chen realize that a chill was spreading through the solitary peak, which was enough to freeze the surrounding space.
At this moment, several people in Han Jian discovered that there was no trace of life within a radius of dozens of miles. At the same time, a biting chill filled the air, and the surrounding snowflakes were floating in the void, turning into ice crystals and falling in just an instant.
The cold distorted the space and stopped his body. Ye Chenruo looked at the lonely peak with deep meaning, feeling that the coldness came from the depths of this lonely peak.
"The tiger blade is already exuding a chill, is the fighting spirit still there?" Fire Qilin sighed softly.
"Tiger Blade!" Ye Chen raised his mouth slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his soul power spread out, surrounding the lonely peak.
However, when the soul power touched hundreds of meters away from the lonely peak, a terrifying wave spread out and hit Ye Chen's soul.
Although Ye Chen was able to resolve this fluctuation, his soul power could no longer be extended.
His mind moved slightly, and the Samsara Art turned into the Xuan Bing Jue and circulated in his body. The fluctuations dissipated in vain, and Ye Chen's soul reached the lonely peak.
In an instant, the solitary peak that reached into the sky disappeared, and was replaced by an extremely white dagger, which was contained within the solitary mountain.
A chill filled the air on this dagger. Not only that, Ye Chen felt a shocking fighting spirit on this sword, a fighting spirit that could not be dissipated.
Is the fighting spirit that has not dissipated for thousands of years? Ye Chen's mind moved slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the scene he had experienced before. Countless guardians rushed into the void without fear of life and death to guard this Martial God Nebula.
Those guardians also had such a fighting spirit! Looking at the Qilin Ring, Ye Chen understood a little. What he cared about was Lan Gu and others, and the courtyard, because it was the place he called home.
For those guardians, the continent under their feet is also called home!
"Perhaps in a sense, I am just like them!" Ye Chen murmured softly.
The coldness filled the air and the fighting spirit soared to the sky. Ye Chen also felt a sense of unwillingness on the tiger blade. Although Huo Qilin did not explain the sword, Ye Chen knew that the owner of the sword was White Tiger.
"Aren't you willing to give in? I'm not willing to give in either. Why did the three generations fall? We will fall. What is that disappearing memory!"
"Who erased that memory? Is it really because of serious injury? Baihu, are you unwilling because you know that memory?" Fire Qilin roared in the Qilin Ring, but its voice did not reach Ye Chen's mind.
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With a slight sigh, Ye Chen dismounted and bowed to the lonely peak. Seeing this, everyone in Han Jian was stunned. Why did the sect master perform the ritual of worship to this mountain peak?
Although doubtful in their hearts, Han Jian and others also bowed to the lonely peak. At this moment, they also felt a soaring fighting spirit, which spread from the depths of their souls.
"Why do I feel so unwilling on this solitary peak?" Han Jian and others murmured softly.
Suddenly, Ye Chen turned around and looked calmly at the sky. There, he felt several breaths, several strong breaths. And these breaths were constantly approaching them, even though they were several feet away.
Even though it was far away, Ye Chen could detect it.
After a few breaths, not only Ye Chen, but also Han Jian and others also noticed these breaths.
This aura is not weak to Ye Chen, but it is extremely powerful to Han Jian and others, enough to destroy the heaven and earth, the aura of a Soul Martial Realm warrior!
"The cold here is getting more and more terrifying. Hey, there are actually people here?" A deep voice resounded in the sky...