The Path Toward Heaven

It was at this time that, unexpectedly, no accident could have happened, but suddenly it happened.

The five Xuemei stopped and gave her a deep look, then turned to go north, and soon disappeared on the other side of the glacier.

Zhao Layue looked up and looked at the lonely peak in the distance. He vaguely guessed something, instead of being glad for the rest of her life, she was more alert.

An extremely powerful, even magnificent, consciousness came from that distant lonely peak and landed in her consciousness.

A buzzing sound, as if numerous ancient bells were ringing at the same time, Zhao Layue's face was pale, and a spurt of golden blood was spitting out.

Fortunately the next moment, the godly knowledge left her knowledgeable sea and returned to the lonely peak.

Just a moment, she felt a lot of extremely rich and complicated information that the other party wanted to convey, and the most clear of them were four.

We are very similar.

We are not substitutes.

We will be stronger and then truly defeat those who make us.

Hope you can leave alive, although it is difficult.

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In the early spring, Baicheng was still covered by cold snow, the snowfield was getting thicker, and the ice creek was frozen to the bottom. It looked like an artwork carved out of crystal.

He Zhanqin is very good at chess, calligraphy and painting. The best thing is grilled fish, which has been rated as an artistic existence by many people.

But these days, the fish he grilled is more and more unpalatable every day, but Sesher is very rare and does not lose her temper, because she knows that He Zan is worried and has no mood to do these things.

Zhao Layue has entered the snow field for a long time, but has not yet returned.

A few days ago, some practitioners returned from the snowfield and brought the latest news, saying that she had met her somewhere, but some words were unknown, especially that the injured windknife stared at those companions, which seemed to prevent They said leaked.

Cao Yuan was the predecessor of Guochen Temple Dancing Red Dust, and He Zhan was the descendant of Dancing Red Dust in this generation. He had a different relationship with Fengdaojiao. Under his persuasion, the Fengdaojiao finally said that time. Things that happened.

Knowing that Zhao Layue had killed the Kunlun faction elder named Peng Si, He Zhan was not very worried, as long as others didn't know.

The question is, now that it is early spring, the Qingshan Conference is about to be held, why has Zhao Layue not yet returned.

"I thought at first that Sister Zhao went to Xueyuan definitely not to raise her sword by war."

"With her temperament, I definitely want to go to the Bingfeng."

Even if Zhao Layue's talent is higher and his realm is higher, if he really goes to the ice peak to see the Snow Queen, it is bound to be a dead end.

He Zan was silent for a while, handed the grilled fish in his hands, and said, "I'll see."

Knowing that he was determined he would not regret it, and did not persuade him, but just reminded: "Be careful."

He Zhan said: "Rest assured, I won't go too deep, just worry that she needs to cope."

Now that the decision had been made, there was no further delay, and Seor took out a box from the house and threw it to him. For more than a hundred years, He Zhan didn't know how many times he had entered the snowy field and how many snow country monsters he had killed. He was extremely experienced and kept the things he needed in the box.

After receiving the box, he set off in the air and headed towards the snowy field. He walked freely and naturally, just like buying fish in Baicheng every day, but he felt a little heavy.

As soon as he arrived in the sky, he suddenly heard several exclamations from the barracks and other courtyards, and then there were more than ten practitioners or swords or controllers heading towards the snowy field. He Zhan was a little surprised, looking towards the snowy field, his expression faint, his figure suddenly vanished, and it turned into a light smoke and disappeared from the sky.

Nowadays, in the practice world of Chaotian continent, single body theory alone has the fastest speed besides Jing Jiu. Even the Zhongzhou school of heaven and earth is not as good as his body method that he followed with her husband in the fantasy world of Qingtianjian. He easily surpassed those practitioners, and it took him only a few dozen breaths to reach the Black Rock Mountain.

The snow outside the valley was extremely thick, with only a few dead leaves left by the birds on the surface.

With a creak, the dead leaves shattered, the snow surface collapsed, and a foot full of dirt and dried blood fell down.

After a while, the other foot fell down.

Accompanied by the sound of being stepped on by the snow, a ragged short-haired girl came out of the valley.

The girl walks very slowly, and every move seems to use all her strength.

The cold wind burst, He Zhan came to her like a light smoke, looked at her, shocked, reached out to help, but did not know where to start.

Her clothes were torn, and even more terrible was that she was covered with blood and wounds. She couldn't find a good place, and her little toe was broken!

"This ... what's going on?" He Zan said with a quivering voice.

Zhao Layue looked at him expressionlessly and said, "I am not familiar with you, so you are not an illusion."

After the fall of the consciousness, there was no trouble for the Snow Country monster to come out to find her, but like the message from the Snow Country Queen, she was seriously injured and was dying, and it was almost impossible to leave the snow field alive.

Jian Yuan was exhausted, and her body and meridians were full of wounds. She could not meditate and recover. She could not control the sword and could only walk. So she walked out from the depths of the distant snowy field, until her boots were ground into fragments, and the little toes lost in the battle, did not feel pain in the cold snow.

The biggest difficulty in getting out of the snowy field is not the wounds and pain, but the hallucinations that occur when the consciousness falls apart.

During the long snow and snow journey, she saw Jing Jiu, her parents, Ada, Yuan Qu, Zhuo Rusui, Liu Shisui, Yuan Qu, Bai Zao, and a woman with a fuzzy appearance.

That wasn't the face of the winter, then it should be the face of Lian Sanyue she imagined.

In a state of extreme weakness, few people can overcome these, and will lose their direction and be lost in the snow.

But she didn't.

She knew it was all an illusion.

Usually, she only has a road in her heart, and even Jiu Jiu thinks about it every few years. How could that beautiful face appear so often?

Just walking, walking ... Her injuries did not get worse, nor did she get better.

She walked between life and death. After not knowing how many days, she finally walked out of the snowy field and saw He Zhan.

At this time, even a snowflake can easily knock her down, but she still remains calm enough, without losing the ability to calculate and calmly determine that the other party is a real existence, not an illusion. Then it should be possible at this time Fell down?

Zhao Layue said to herself.

So she fell down.

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In the quiet courtyard, the pear tree, which should hardly bear green leaves in the early spring, suddenly bloomed overnight.

That's why there was a spiritual gathering in the courtyard, which absorbed a lot of heaven and earth's vitality.

The Lord of the Wind Knives walked out of the room with a bit of exhaustion, said a few words with He Zhan, and then left.

Practitioners and generals of the Guardian Army were everywhere outside the courtyard, and the Lord of the Wind Knife frowned slightly. They said nothing about the quietness of these people.

Everyone knew that Zhao Layue was seriously injured, and some people saw her terrible injury with her own eyes. The whole White City shook and wanted to know what happened in the snowfield.

The vitality of heaven and earth gathered in the courtyard like silk, and then entered the room along the array, spraying on the couch like a spring rain.

Seeing He Zhan coming back, he wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes and asked, "What do you say?"

"It can only be maintained temporarily. The key to its effectiveness depends on her will. But rest assured, her will is strong ..."

He Zhan looked at Zhao Layue on the couch ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and remained silent for a while, then said, "The world is unparalleled."

Secretly annoyed, "Even if the wind sword teaches nothing, what is the sword?"

He Zhan shook his head and said, "Sword Master said, even he hadn't seen such a serious injury."

There is one more sentence in Cao Yuan's original words.

In Zhao Layue's realm, having suffered such a serious injury, she should die without doubt. As for how she survived ... no one could tell.

Turning around, he took some plaster with his fingertips, and carefully applied it to Zhao Layue's wound.

She was very attentive and very light, like a spring breeze, but Zhao Layue in the coma still frowned, and seemed to feel severe pain.

Fingers shivered and couldn't hold it anymore, crying and saying, "How much pain does she have along the way?"

He Zhan looked at Zhao Layue on the couch, with an expression of admiration in his eyes, and sighed, "After such a serious injury, I can still come out of the snowfield, which is amazing."

Just then, Zhao Layue opened her eyes, and slowly turned to look at He Zhan and Seser to confirm her current situation.

Secretly sobbing, "Sister I'm sorry, I hurt you, right?"

"I don't like pain, but I'm not afraid."

Zhao Layue said to her, and then looked at He Zhan.

"I promised him to live, to live forever. Maybe in the future, my path is different from his, but the purpose is the same, so as long as I can live, I can bear anything."

That's the answer.

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