The extreme north, snow field.

The wind and snow flew against the sky, dyeing everything white.

But blood oozed out of the vastness of the eyes.

The vast sea retreated, and the powerful corpses that were rising up the waves disappeared inexplicably. This should have been a victory, but the creatures on the snowfield ushered in a more terrifying existence.

A small boat.

The broken wooden boards and half of the oars slowly slid from the north of the river to the depths of the snowfield. Judging from the appearance, it makes people even doubt whether this boat could stay on the water normally. There are tens of millions of such boats on the riverside in the past, no different from the most common fishermen's boats. If you have to say anything, it is even more dilapidated than ordinary ones.

It's just such a broken wooden boat.

Destroy everything.

When the wind and snow pass by, only cold bodies are left on the snow, pushing into mountains.

…………

"I'm a little disappointed." The old man whispered on the wooden boat, and the little fish floating beside him swam, turning his head and jumping into the river.

These luminous fishes made the boat walk like a galaxy, and the water was rippling, as if there was a starry sky hidden under the water.

The fish tore the white behemoth and took away her flesh, strength, and her life.

The white bear, called the Mother of the Earth by the people of the Winter Palace, became a huge skeleton.

"I thought there were many creatures like that fierce tiger on this snow field, but it seemed that they were the only one?" The old man stroked his beard, and he lowered his head slightly and looked at the fish under the wooden boat.

"It's not a big deal if you lose one or two."

In the snow in the distance, Xie Miao protected the woman behind him. His body was covered with blood and his body was almost ruined, but he still raised his head and stared at the old man on the wooden boat.

The princess behind him looked as if dead. After witnessing the scene where the king who blessed them was shared, he could still stand up. His spirit had not collapsed, which was a miracle. But at the same time, the princess kept asking a question in her mind, the only hope that they could persevere until now.

For such things, is the matrix buried at the bottom of the Winter Palace really useful? What can easily kill Naenta, and even Xiza may die at the other party's hands. Will the matrix really work? She dare not deny it, because once she denies this conclusion, she may not be able to guarantee that she can still maintain her mental normality.

But she was also unable to comfort herself.

"Walking in the Netherworld, are you still looking at me, holding unnecessary expectations?" the old man smiled.

He looked at Xie Miao as if he was emitting bright eyes. The fish had already eaten him, but he could still maintain his appearance. A dark air kept spreading out from his wounds, and the blood that was shed gradually changed from red to pure spiritual power.

"I remember there is a ghost in this Jiuzhou. Did she send you to protect that girl?" The old man pointed to the huge skeleton that collapsed on the snow field, and then pointed to Xie Miao, "One Chengmian and one walking in the underworld. It seems that this girl is very important to you. What is it? What are your so-called Winter Palace Matrix?"

Xie Miao widened his eyes.

He suddenly turned around, and the young princess looked dull and his eyes were dull.

He realized that he had ignored something. Even with his protection and blocking most of the influence from the ancestors, the girl could not face an invisible person, even if the other party was just an incarnation. The unparalleled pressure eventually crushed the girl, which allowed the other party to examine everything.

But suddenly, thunder suddenly sounded!

The wind and snow hold their breath, and listen quietly to the thunder between heaven and earth! The green light of light flashes deep in the clouds, outlining a shadow like a god!

That day, the god bowed his head, roared, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, raising the snow dust.

There was lightning and lightning that disappeared in the snow dust, and a huge shadow stood up.

"roar--!"

The pale giant tiger tore the snow curtain and the giant palm hit the earth. At the same time, the black marks on her body flowed, presenting a battlefield. Ghosts howled, and the hills filled with corpses were filled with soldiers and swords. The shadows danced. They picked up swords on the hills and walked towards the world.

The old man's drooping eyelids finally slightly raised, and he became interested, "Oh, it seems that the fishes still have bait."

…………

On the top of the Himalayas, the lotus trembled slightly.

Bingfeng lowered her head, and she noticed the emotions coming from the lotus.

It's fear.

As she said, the knowledge and rationality mastered by Snow Lotus comes from the ancient veins, but she is not ancient in itself, just a new lotus, and can even be called a child.

She might have seen something with the help of the earth veins again, and that scene made her unable to suppress her fear.

"Did they lose?" Bingfeng asked.

She could have imagined that it was the defeat of Tianzhu. After all, from records and descriptions from all sides, the ancestor named Chunyang Fuyou was too powerful, and it was almost inevitable that Tianzhu would lose.

But this is too fast.

The strongest man in the Lotus narrative is Chengmian, who also mastered the original method. Bingfeng knew that the Tianzhu side had also been attacked by ancient monks, but those kings blocked and defeated him, which meant that they were not much inferior to the kings of the Yan Kingdom.

Such a powerful creature failed at such a speed. Bingfeng was still a little unbelievable for a moment, so she asked.

She got a response.

"Yes, they lost." The sound came trembled a little. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. The red blood sky spear placed on his knees also opened his eyes and looked here.

The snow lotus seemed to be recalling, but this memory was not friendly to her.

It's enough to call it a nightmare.

"The King of Ming Dynasty was bleeding, and in the end all the green feathers scattered everywhere. He forced the Buddha statue in his eyes to peel off the marks of the years in the world."

"The marks of time..." Bingfeng pondered.

The memories hidden between heaven and earth record some fragment or power of the past years. Those forces are remembered by heaven and earth because of their extremely powerfulness and cannot be eliminated. As far as she knows, most of these marks of time come from the secret era, and are also things called taboos in the mouth of Snow Lotus.

"Then what?"

"The Buddhas all over the sky, the Pure Land reappeared." said Lotus, "An Buddha who appeared in the world collapsed his golden body, allowing the true Buddha who sat cross-legged to open his eyes and condensed the entity. This is almost equivalent to calling the ancient Buddha to the present world and creating the wordsless great goodness."

Bingfeng was silent. She had already known the result and did not ask again. But can the other party still not be able to hinder the other party at all in the face of such a scene?

The stronger the means of the King of Ming and the Buddha in the present world, the colder the Bingfeng's heart, because she was not stronger than those two, and she might be stronger, but she could not surpass too much.

But she finally looked at Lianhua, and she wanted to know the situation of that ancestor.

What method did the ancestor use to destroy this killing situation?

The snow lotus paused for a long time.

The time was so long that the wind and snow buried the land where Bingfeng had stood before, and even the foals in the distance frowned.
Chapter completed!