The Path Toward Heaven

(Looking at everyone's opinions, I found that the surname Bai is really wrong. Too many princesses surnamed Bai are simply called Xue Ji ... Mei Mei Da.)

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There are many kinds of snowmen in the world. As for how many there are, it depends entirely on the imagination of children who like to play with snow and people in the south who rarely see snow.

This snowman looks the most ordinary one, with a small size and chubby, but his face is too clean, and there is no carrot and a dry red pepper.

But if you look closely, you will find that this snowman has two special places.

It has long white hair that hangs down to the ground. The hair does not know whether it is made of snow or what it looks at. It looks very real, but because it is too real, it gives people a sense of non-real.

The second is that its eyes are extremely deep, dark and palpitating, and looking a little dreamy, of course, more should be a nightmare.

It should be a woman, then it should be called Xue Ji.

Xueji looked at the mountain quietly.

There is an endless sea of ​​fire, and you can still feel the high-temperature heat waves from there.

Ice and fire are incompatible, any flame is a provocation to her, not to mention the impotence fire like Lieyang.

She still felt that her subjects were going to die in the sea of ​​fire.

These flames are strange, and she is in the weakest moment, and she is likely to be hurt by those flames.

She didn't have any fear, she just looked at it quietly, and analyzed the situation there based on the fighting instinct at the deepest part of her blood. She might leave, she might pass.

Just then, she suddenly felt a breath.

The moment she felt the breath, a storm broke out in the ocean of her consciousness, and she was forced to stop the calculation of the unimaginable speed.

The breath came from a place she had never set foot on, extremely cold, and its essence was almost without traces of movement, and it was about to approach absolute stillness.

Absolute coldness and stillness are the most terrible things, and she also feels a bit terrible, but at the same time it is the highest state of her life pursuit, and the strongest desire buried in her instinct.

This pursuit and desire is the source of the conscious ocean storm.

Xueji stood up, still very short.

She walked towards the mountain.

Her pace was strange, as if her feet were put in a white cloth bag, she could only jump forward, looking at it like a rabbit in a fairy tale.

Such a strange pace, but the speed is very fast, but after a few breaths, she came to the side of the mountain.

This is a snow-capped mountain, and the foothills are covered with snow that previously fell.

Snow is her servant.

There are fires all over the mountain, fires emerging from the ground cracks, fires falling from the clouds, steamed ice creeks, burnt stones, just like the world of purgatory.

For her who has never left Bingfeng Snowfield, this is a picture she has never seen before, which has caused her extreme discomfort and extreme discomfort.

Wang Xiaoming stood on the cliff of the snow mountain, she did not look at it.

She didn't care about any weak human beings, and although the maggot was the source of these strange fires, it was not the thing she wanted to confirm now.

Her eyes fell on the blue sky in the distance, and she saw Han Chan, thinking that it was the humble people or the humblest one, and it didn't matter if she died.

Then she saw the mud and sand on the Qingtianjian, and immediately she sensed something, and then looked back at the Cicada.

The mud and sand brought by these wells from the universe is no longer as cold as before, the temperature is very high, and it has even started to burn.

Han Chan is already red all over, and looks like he's cooked.

No matter how you look at it, there is no possibility of the cold here, but she is very sure that the chill that she is looking for is here, at least once in these muds and the humble people.

Her eyes became darker, the snow around her body sank, and an extremely hard layer of ice formed on the surface.

The instinctive desire from the deepest part of life, the pursuit of that realm, made her careless of those fires, and she jumped into the distance ...

A white line appeared in the sky, crossing countless layers of sea of ​​fire, leaving a hole.

With a squeak, Xueji landed on the wasteland below Qingtianjian.

The flames of the wasteland kept burning, swallowing her in between, and then extinguished instantly. Frost formed on the surface of the hot stone she stepped on, and then shattered instantly.

Xueji looked up and looked at Qingtian.

The wasteland became extremely quiet, dead and silent.

The sky fire falling in the clouds, and the tongue of fire rolling wildly in the seams, as if all sounds were lost.

Qing'er was sitting on Tong Yan's shoulder, looking at the snowman on the ground, pale, thinking what kind of monster it was?

Looking at the snowman, Han Chan felt extreme fear and couldn't handle this mental shock at all. He passed out directly and fainted, and fell from Tong Yan's shoulder.

Han Chan fell like a snowflake on the top of Xue Ji's head, and made a delicate and beautiful bow like Liu Ada's head.

Xueji was very satisfied with her consciousness, flew to the Qingtianjian, and looked down at the sand.

The mud was burning, exuding the smell of burnt she did not like, but there was a favorite taste of her.

Xueji closed her eyes and looked very drunk.

If she could breathe, she would definitely take a deep breath at this time.

At this moment, the sky fire summoned by Lie Yangzhen fell again, and kept bombarding towards Qing Tian Jian.

The smashed splashes of the sand spread out, and the breath gradually disappeared, just like the smell of Han Chan.

Xueji opened her eyes and looked into the sky.

She didn't show emotions, but the whole world knew her anger.

She didn't make a sound, but the whole world heard her howling.

Hundreds of invisible waves, with snowflakes from nowhere, shot into the sky, watching as if a blue sky spewed a snowfall!

The snowfall met the sky, and fires met in the sky, emitting numerous roars, generating violent winds, and rolling wild fires on the ground, which caused the sky and earth to change color.

The fire continued to fall, the snow and ice gradually melted, Xue Ji's face was slightly wet, and some water was seeping under her feet.

The water was also extremely cold, and it kept flowing on the surface of Qingtianjian, and it was easy to put out the fire in the sand.

Tong Yan volley floated under the Qingtianjian, his face pale and thinking of the silent scream ... At this time, the temperature dropped sharply ... What was it?

Then he suddenly noticed that the cosmic front blocking the fire below was suddenly missing.

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It is indeed one of the most powerful magic weapons in the world.

The fire walls cut off the world, and also left Xue Ji's silent howling in front of the Snow Mountain.

But those gaps in the ground can always miss some past.

On the shore of the magma river deep in the ground, the king of fire carp also heard this voice, and the expression of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes. How did he come out?

It was struggling to go out. In the end, it chose to stay in the magma, because it was really scared. Who can beat this?

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Wang Xiaoming didn't know who was coming, but he clearly felt that Beacon was swallowed a lot.

This fact shocked him extremely much. After he successfully worshiped Lieyangdi, he was invincible, even the fire king sent by Zhongzhou to Ghost Valley was not the opponent of Lieyangdi. Who is coming? Can actually devour the sun! Could it be a magical fairy-like magic weapon that is similar to the Lieyang magpie? But where is there such a thing in Chaotian Continent?

The space in front of the cliff was suddenly torn apart, and the cosmic front appeared empty!

The sword body was still hot and hot, but it was extremely bright, reflecting the snowy mountains for a few minutes.

The Lieyang maggot automatically flipped up and drew the cosmic front into it.

The pearl of rice grain also shines?

Just when Wang Xiaoming was thinking about this sentence, a more cool figure suddenly appeared in front of the cliff.

Jing Jiu crossed the sea of ​​fire, came to the field, reached out and held the sword handle of the universe front, and sent forward.

Hissing softly.

The cosmic front emerged from the cave and stabbed at Wang Xiaoming.

The black smoke was born from the cliff, and the fierce sun burst out of countless fire groups. Wang Xiaoming hid by the fire and screamed: "Do you think this can hit me?"

At the same time as he screamed these eight words, those sorrows in the scorching sun had cried countless times, and the fire swept away.

This is the combination of the fire of impotence and the tears of the ghost.

In the face of this evil method, even the big things in the heaven will feel a little tricky.

Those ghost crying had no effect on Jing Jiu, but the fire of impotence was terrible, and even his body could only support it for a moment.

This moment is at most eight words of time.

Winning and losing will be in a moment.

At this moment Jingjiu made a sword, in fact more than three thousand swords.

Most of the three thousand swords were blocked by Lie Yangyu, and only a few fell on Wang Xiaoming's body, cutting out several bloodstains.

Also in this moment, the fire of the fierce sun has devoured Jing Jiu's body.

For another practitioner, this time has turned into a smoke.

Jing Jiu wasn't dead, but he also suffered a minor injury. The white clothes made of silk were burned into filaments, and burnt marks appeared on his body.

The fierce sun is too terrible ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He can't resist right now, he will die on the spot if he doesn't retreat, but he is still calm and obviously has the means.

Suddenly, there was a silent scream in the wasteland, and at the same time a violent breath came at a high speed.

The snow-capped mountains were shaking and disturbing, and countless ice and snow fell, drowning the cliff instantly.

Wang Xiaoming fell under the cliff, holding back Lieyang's hands hundreds of feet straight, watching the distance vigilantly, and tightly guarding himself.

Jing Jiu's expression was dignified like never before. With his right hand pointing as a sword, he drew a burst with Chengtian sword method at the fastest speed.

Howling winds, a white shadow came to the snowy mountain, with a more terrible chill than snow.

It took Jingjiu a long time to figure out a weakness in Lieyangyu, and then he could use the ghost sword to cross the sea of ​​fire to the snowy mountain.

Xue Ji came directly, and the difficulty of the two is quite different.

Crossing the fiery sea of ​​fierce sun, Xueji also paid some price, her body surface melted a lot, and she looked slimmer.

The cold mist spread from her body, and the residual fire on the ground gradually extinguished.

Lie Yangyu swaggered in the wind, and gave birth to countless flames toward her.

She is like a cold black hole that can absorb all the light and heat in the world.

Wang Xiaoming was shocked and speechless.

Xueji didn't even look at him.

She walked to Jing Jiu and reached out to take the Universe Front.

She hugged the sword and looked down carefully, very carefully.

It's like enjoying a painting.

Or a universe.

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