It’s been snowing for several months and it hasn’t stopped!
In the vast white snow, the leaves and branches have long been covered with snow, and only the dark brown tree trunks can be seen, and the whistling wind can only be heard, echoing between the sky and the earth. [High-quality update.]
Deep in the ice sea and snowfield, halfway up the mountain, the door of the ruined temple was pushed open, making a somewhat harsh "squeak" sound.
The door is open, the wind is strong!
Cold snowflakes rolled in, and then the door was closed again by a strong hand.
"Hoo ho!"
The fire on the ground was tilted by the wind, stirring up the flames and melting the snowflakes that had just been blown in, bringing with it a sense of warmth.
The few refugees who were warming themselves by the fire inside were all staring closely at the young man in white Confucian robes who had just walked in.
The white Confucian robe represents the students of Wanxiang Pagoda.
"Meow meow!" The white cat meowed softly, then lay lazily in the little evil devil's arms.
The little demon touched the cat's fur with a charming smile on his lips.
"I asked if anyone left their name on the holy monument four days ago?" Feng Feiyun stared at these people!
"Drink! It turns out you are a student from the Vientiane Tower, hehe!" A refugee held a blue sword in his hand and stirred the fire with the tip of the sword, with a strange smile in his tone.
Several other refugees also laughed. In the past, they must have been respectful to the students of the Vientiane Tower, just like slaves meeting their masters. But since the battle of the Holy Lake, the Vientiane Tower has been defeated ten times in ten battles.
His lofty status plummeted.
The awe I once had for the Vientiane Tower is gone.
It's like a poor man who watches a rich man eating the best meat and playing with the most beautiful women every day. Naturally, he feels both respect and hatred for this rich man.
But if suddenly one day, it is discovered that the rich man pretended to be fat and already owes a lot of debt, then the poor man will naturally not think that he is anything special and may even laugh at him.
Now, the students of Vientiane Tower are facing such an embarrassing situation.
Feng Feiyun nodded and said: "Martial Tower disciple!"
"Martial Tower disciple, haha!"
"Martial Tower disciple, haha!"
…
These people followed, with cloying laughter in their mouths.
The corners of the little evil devil's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes narrowed.
Feng Feiyun squeezed her hand tightly, and then said: "Do you think the students from the Vientiane Tower are funny?"
"The Tower of Vientiane has declined, and its talents have withered. Those who are worthy of a fight have all been defeated by the descendants of the evil sect, and some have directly joined the evil sect. Haha, the most holy place in the world, the most holy place in the world...
Haha, isn’t this funny?”
The refugee was holding the hilt of his sword, carving sword patterns on the ground with his sword. His eyes were slightly raised, eager to try. He seemed to want to defeat a student from the Vientiane Tower.
He didn't dare to think about this kind of thing before, but now he dares to do it.
"There are so many ignorant people in this world!" Feng Feiyun rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his index finger, and said, "Answer my words, or you will die."
"You really think of yourself as a master. You think the Vientiane Tower is really great. What a joke. I..." Before the refugee could finish his words, the sword in his finger fell to the ground with a clang.
His eyebrows were pierced, red blood and white brains flowed out, and his body fell backwards with a "bang".
"Hoo ho!"
The cold wind tore and the sound was scary.
The entire mountain temple fell silent. The few refugees shrank their bodies and stared at them with horrified eyes. Killing people was so straightforward.
Just point a finger and a life disappears!
Feng Feiyun retracted his finger and said: "The Vientiane Tower is indeed nothing special, but only the strong are qualified to say this!"
Although those refugees were all cultivators, their cultivation levels were not high. The ones with the highest level were only in the early stage of the Divine Foundation. They had died lightly at the hands of Feng Feiyun just now.
"You...what do you want to know?" A thin man asked boldly.
"I ask a question, you answer!" Feng Feiyun said.
The refugees nodded repeatedly, fearing that if they nodded too late, they would die in the hands of this young man.
"In the battle of the Holy Lake, which ten people from the Vientiane Tower took action?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"The first one to take action was Ning Fengdao, the second one was to take action was Wang Yue, the third one was to take action was Mu Tantian...the tenth one was to take action was Shi Yelai..."
The Wanxiang Pagoda is the most holy place in the world. Anyone who can be ranked in the top 100 of the "One Hundred Pagodas List" is very famous. Even the monks in these small places have heard of their names.
To them, all of these people were like thunder, but they were all defeated by the descendants of the evil sect.
"Even Mu Tantian was defeated!" Feng Feiyun muttered to himself, frowning deeply.
Feng Feiyun asked again: "Has anyone left a name on the holy monument?"
"No, the three highnesses of the evil sect, Princess Luofu and others all took action, and several unidentified top experts also took action, but none of them succeeded." These refugees all said that night.
Watching from a distance, you will naturally know what happened at that time.
The skinny man added: "But these talented people have not left. They are waiting for half a year to break into the holy monument again."
"Half a year later..." Feng Feiyun said doubtfully.
"Every half a year, there will be a Tengu eclipse night. This time, you can't leave your name on the holy monument. Half a year later, there will be another chance. There are a few people who are just a little short of being able to carve their names on the holy monument. They
They are unwilling to give up and plan to meet again by the Holy Lake in half a year."
Everyone knows that the holy monument has magical power. Anyone who can carve a name on the holy monument will be blessed by a magical force. This kind of power sounds quite mysterious, just like the "power of luck": "
"The power of faith": "The power of curse" and so on.
Once you leave your name on the holy monument, you will be favored by the holy monument, and you will become the overlord of an era in the future, so countless people are flocking to it.
"And... I heard that heroes from all walks of life in the Vientiane Tower have recently come to Sansheng County to declare war on the evil sect's highnesses. The time is set to be six months later, and the location is the Holy Lake."
Four days ago, the top ten geniuses in the "Hundred Pagodas List" were only Shi Yelai and Princess Luofu.
The Wanxiang Pagoda was defeated ten times in ten battles. The humiliation was so great that those geniuses who were in seclusion naturally couldn't bear this tone. It would be strange if they did not declare war.
"I...can we leave?" The refugees stared at Feng Feiyun timidly, not daring to stay here any longer.
Feng Feiyun pondered for a moment and said: "Did you know that there is a large Yellowstone mountain nearby, and there is an ancient altar on the mountain..."
"Are you talking about... Banta Mountain?" These refugees said in unison, their voices full of surprise.
On the ancient road leading to Sansheng County, Banta Mountain is a must-pass place!
I had heard rumors about Banta Mountain, so I wanted to go and see that ancient altar.
"Is there an ancient altar on Banda Mountain? Someone once sat cross-legged on the altar and realized the Tao. Overnight, he was promoted from the Divine Perfection to the level of a giant?" Feng Feiyun asked.
Why do these people look like this in such a holy place? This is a look of fear!
"Not long ago, a shocking battle took place in Banta Mountain. The female demon killed Sifang Tianhou on Banta Mountain. The Tianhou's blood dyed the mountain red, and the bones of the body were broken into pieces and crashed into the mountain."
"Because the blood of Juqing has soaked into the earth, Banta Mountain has now gathered countless zombies. The corpse energy covers hundreds of miles. It is no longer a place where people can go."
Feng Feiyun said: "You can leave."
After the refugees heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They finally saved their lives. They quickly lifted the dead monk and walked out of the gate of the mountain temple.
The door was closed again, but the fire in the temple was not extinguished.
A series of frightened screams came from outside, the sound was full of terror, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
It was those few refugees who fell to the ground before they walked a hundred meters away from the mountain temple. Feng Feiyun did not kill them, but they still died in the hands of other things.
Their heads were chewed off by something unknown, and all that was left was a neck as thick as a bowl. The neck was bleeding, and the blood flowed into the snowdrift, and was soon frozen into red ice, like a piece of ice.
A magnificent ruby.
The cold wind blew over, and the ruby flew up and hit the door and windows of the mountain temple, making a "dong, dong" sound, just like a ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
Naturally, this scene cannot be hidden from Feng Feiyun’s consciousness.
However, even with Feng Feiyun's consciousness, he did not see who took away their heads. The speed was so fast that there were not even a single footprint on the snow.
A terrifying corpse energy shrouded the entire mountain temple and even a barren mountain.
The corpse aura is majestic, terrifying, and so depressing that people can hardly breathe!
"Brother, are there ghosts in this world?" The little demon squeezed his petite body into Feng Feiyun's arms. He didn't know whether he was afraid of the cold or was frightened by the screams outside.
Or, she just wanted to lean into Feng Feiyun's arms.
Any girl not only hopes to be in the arms of a lover, but also hopes to be in the chest of a brother.
The lover's embrace is warm, but the brother's chest is definitely strong enough.
"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Feng Feiyun thought she was scarier than ghosts.
"Xiao Qingqing is naturally very scared. Look at those green eyes behind you, and that bloody mouth with so long teeth and long tongue..."
The little evil demon threw herself into Feng Feiyun's arms and pushed the cat down until it screamed. Her big round eyes stared closely at the corpse behind Feng Feiyun. It was so ferocious.
There was still blood and flesh foam in his mouth, as if he had just eaten someone.
It didn't know when it appeared behind Feng Feiyun, with a head of black hair, and a pair of terrifying ghost-like eyes revealed between the black hair.