488. The first snow in the northern country(1/2)
"Why don't you go in and have a look?"
"The strangeness of this light fog appears here without any noise. I'm afraid that it wasn't a secret trigger from my holy gate? I'm just careful."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Yes, since the God of Heaven was on the Sun thirty years ago, the Grand Master ascended with it, and my Great Wei was blessed by heaven and had abundant mysterious energy. Now the strong are like clouds, looking at the Central Plains, and they are no longer as good as my northern country.
It was even more common in the Southern Region that it had encountered natural disasters.
Now that Wanchao comes to worship, we are already at the peak of our power!"
"But my holy sect is no longer the National Church of Wei."
"So what? With our status and today's strength, even if there is a curse in this small fog of light, there is no need to be afraid!"
A brief dispute.
It was soon divided into people on both sides.
On one hand, I asked to go in and check, but on the other hand, I disagree.
The head of the Holy Sect with black hair suddenly spoke: "Don't make a noise! Let's form the Holy Sect formation, I'll go in and take a look."
The two sides quarreled and suddenly there was no sound.
Obviously, the man with black hair and walking on the sword has strong courage and majesty.
Although his expression was proud and contemptuous of the heroes in the world, his pupils were deep and immersed, showing a conflict and contradiction.
He is majestic and handsome like a mountain, which is impressive, with crystal clear and shiny skin.
But his long black hair was not combed at all, as if he was imitating a myth of the past, hanging down and falling on his shoulders.
At this moment, the lightning-like eyes were quietly looking at the light and fog.
Several afterimages.
Eight parts separated.
Tongxuan of the Holy Gate now quickly pinched the seal and formed a formation. The mysterious patterns surged, and invisible silk threads intertwined, separating the light mist from the holy gate.
The man holding the sword moved slightly.
It was a gray shadow that rushed out of his body and rushed towards the fog of light.
This is the "Shanzi Jing", one of the many mysterious methods of the Holy Sect. Although it is not strong, the meaning of remembrance is very strong, which is a kind of tribute.
The dark shadows were vast, pulling out trajectories, and even each of them penetrated into the light and fog like a soul.
This shows how profound this man is.
But, only for a moment.
Bang bang bang!
All the shadows were shattered.
All the mysterious energy disappeared.
This light and mist is actually a world that is isolated from mysterious energy.
The people who formed the formation showed surprise.
But the man suddenly sang: "The leader of the Holy Sect, Pang Ban, is here. Which senior is here to visit my Holy Sect? Please tell me!"
He was the son of Pang Jing, the Holy Gate. Now he is thirty years old. He is domineering and evil, but he has the calmness of a leader and is full of charm.
There was no response in the fog.
The indescribable monster had all his lips tightly closed, obviously not wanting to answer anything.
He is a monster.
If you open your mouth.
That means never ending.
He saw that this was Yunxin Pavilion, and he didn't want it to become a battlefield.
Because the lake water is beautiful.
Because it also carries memory.
Pang Ban's expression did not move, but just squinted his eyes, and then sang: "That Pang has offended him!"
After saying that, the sword under his feet suddenly emitted a dragon roar and trembled, flew into his palm, and burst out with a blue light in his big hand that was far thicker than ordinary people.
The light soared into the sky, and it was more than a hundred feet in a flash.
A sword.
Full of destruction and death.
The sword light slashed into the light fog.
But it disappeared instantly.
Just like air.
Just like the critical point of light and fog is the end of mysterious energy and power.
Here, all extraordinary people must maintain mortal humility.
Everyone was stunned. The powerful saint Pang Ban couldn't even survey the light and fog.
What secrets are hidden here?
Pang Ban was not panicked and landed.
Orders were sent out.
Evacuate the gang's family.
Select the gang members who voluntarily enter the fog to investigate.
At the same time, report the situation to the current Queen of Great Wei.
His Pang family has a deep relationship with the Xia family, the current royal family of the Wei Dynasty, so even though the Holy Sect is no longer a national religion, it can still be located in the Blue Hill, one of the most abundant mysterious energy.
The horse's hooves ran fast.
All arrangements have been implemented
In the mist, two big eyes as big as hills were looking at the world.
Close your eyes.
All the light in the sky disappeared.
Open your eyes again.
It's the extreme day again.
The third time.
Returning to normal again.
The water flow on the lake is still as usual, but people are no longer as old.
Xia Ji could feel that the underwater creatures near the island were escaping quickly and fleeing to the waters on the shore. If it were not for their limited ability, they would probably have to go ashore and run away.
Nothing else.
It's so scary.
It is so scary that it has completely surpassed the top of the biological chain.
How can these animals not be afraid?
"It's so quiet."
On the indescribable body, a giant mouth full of fangs spit out something that doesn't match the image.
After saying that, he started to daze again.
In this world, it seems that only Bai Yanluo can speak with him.
A strong sense of loneliness and confusion rushed over to my heart.
But I soon forgot it.
He is too strong now.
A body that is strong enough to merge with its spirit and flesh, fights Zhu Yan in the face of the underworld, and fights against the ninth palace Yan Luo.
But
But he is also very sad.
Just as Zhu Yan said.
He is not a dragon, not a nightmare, not a light, nor a darkness. He has never been there, and he will never be there again. No camp belongs to him.
So, there is no one around him.
To be continued...