Descent of the Phoenix

Murong was invincible behind the clouds and took a step, accompanied by Yun Zhaochao Snow Saint Capital City.

Very respectful, very gentle.

Enter the snowy capital city.

Yun Zhao looked up at the tall wall, or the flag of the Snow Holy Land. Xuanyuan Che did not take it down and put it on the banner of Tianchen.

Yun Zhao saw this slightly lowered his eyes, did not say anything, went straight to the city.

Behind him, Murong invincible did not follow, quietly retired, let Yun called a person to enter.

No one guarded the cloud, and no one escorted him.

Just let him walk slowly.

Along the way, the city is still the city, that road is still the road.

There are no traces of fierce wars.

You are not living in a **** battle.

Very calm, as if it was still the same thing.

As if, nothing has changed.

However, Yun Zhao knows that everything has changed and changed.

This snowy country has changed.

The palace is smashed, and the white marble is paved from the entrance of the palace and squats into the inside.

The towering pavilions are paved.

Exquisite, noble, heavy, full of atmosphere.

It is full of the glory of the Snow Country for hundreds of years, and the majesty of the Western hegemony.

It is a momentum that can be accumulated for hundreds of years.

I have never seen such a palace before.

This looks at this own palace in a bystander's perspective.

It turned out that it is not only beautiful, but also the crystallization of decades of accumulation.

Yun Zhao step by step on the avenue paved by the white marble.

The back is straight and the head is high.

A black and red armor outlines a tough and unyielding soul.

Along the way, the slave servants in the palace did not change.

At this point, watching the cloud call step by step.

Not one by one, they quietly squatted down and bowed deeply to the cloud.

Going through the crowds of worship, Yun Zhaotou did not return.

The main hall of the Snow Holy Land.

The high Kowloon stairs, the hundred and eight steps, the top is the power center of the Snow Holy Land.

The cloud calls on it and goes to the top.

The main hall of the temple, the dragon dances.

One person is facing the door of the temple, standing coldly between them.