Apocalypse Magician

The goose-feather heavy snow has never stopped falling since it began, falling on mountains, rivers, and wilderness, dyeing the earth pure white.

This is the fourth day of snow in June...

When Feng Moxing came to the foot of the mountain alone, the day had already entered night.

The dense branches and leaves in the mountains have long been submerged in the white snow and disappeared in the chilling cold. Only a few dead leaves and broken branches are vaguely exposed in the snow, telling the story of the former lushness.

The misty fragrance belonging to the mountains and forests in midsummer dispersed into the howling wind and never returned. In front of my eyes, I saw heavy snowfall, covering layer after layer.

Stepping on the stone steps covered with residual snow, Feng Moxing didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling at this moment. He was sad, lost, or confused, as if he couldn't see the end of the winding mountain road ahead in the wind and snow.

Since the long day of the 12th Factory Incident, so many things have happened in just four days. It seems like a vast ocean of change, but Feng Moxing has been unable to stop anything.

In the church's report on the 12th Factory Incident, it was mentioned that everyone had fallen into an independent space inspired by the formation. Feng Moxing couldn't help but think of the space-time illusion that Li Xingkong once mentioned. He didn't believe it at the time, but now it seems , maybe Li Xingkong's judgment is correct.

When Chaoyang City fell, Li Xingkong and Luo Yingxue immediately went thousands of miles away to save the surviving people from danger, but they never returned. Once again, Feng Moxing asked himself whether There was no time to do anything.

Even though, because of his actions on that day, he saw through the ambush in the mysterious underground palace on the outskirts of the Supreme City, and became the only one among the Church Knights to be rewarded, Feng Moxing felt how ironic this was.

Ever since he came down from the mountain after completing his martial arts many years ago, he has been full of ambitions. Whether it was his military career in the Sunset Empire or his life as a knight in the church, he believed that his talent in martial arts was unparalleled, his intelligence and decision-making were as good as anyone's, and he would definitely be able to accomplish some shocking feats. But now it seems that he did nothing at the critical moment and underestimated the heroes of the world.

There is no news about Li Xingkong and Luo Yingxue. Feng Moxing is as anxious as Mo Xianwu, but also at the same helpless way. The road to find people in the vast sea of ​​people cannot be completed by one person, and can only be accomplished by relying on the huge organization of the church. , can we pray for some hope.

Mo Xianwu will soon leave the Holy Mountain Church for a long time. Feng Moxing asked for instructions many times hoping that he could follow him all the way, but was rejected. In addition to all the things that happened in the past few days, Feng Moxing suddenly felt a little discouraged. Feeling cold, he asked for a long leave from the church and went back all the way.

Standing on the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, Feng Moxing looked back and saw that the villages or cities at the foot of the mountain were like fragments of stars in the wind and snow, gradually fading away. After wandering in the world for several years, I finally returned here. Whether it is for my future martial arts training or asking my master if there is a better way to find Li Xingkong, I have to return to this seemingly ordinary barren mountain. This is where I have grown. A place of practice.

After this time, he will never be so powerless at the critical moment like before. He will never go down the mountain until his strength breaks through the holy level warrior!

In fact, there were many things that Feng Moxing didn't know at this time. For example, Mo Xianwu's soon-to-be long trip will involve him and Mo Qianjun visiting various strange realms. Another example is that the main formation leader in the Fantasy Realm of Time and Space is actually Su Wanli, who was similar in age to Feng Moxing, and Su Wanli, who had an astonishing talent in formations, pursued Mo Xianwu so persistently back then.

Although it is difficult to imagine how Feng Moxing would feel if he knew these things, it must be more exciting than now.

The long stone steps finally came to the end. In front of them was an ordinary courtyard, which seemed to be just the residence of ordinary farmers, with nothing special about it.

However, at this moment, in the center of the courtyard, there was an old man standing with his hands behind his back. Feng Moxing did not continue to move forward and stopped outside the courtyard, because the old man was none other than the world-famous number one master in the mainland, Pope Mo Nantian.

When Mo Nantian saw Feng Moxing, he was slightly startled. Then he seemed to understand something and stopped paying attention. Instead, he continued to stare at a house in front of him.

The howling cold wind carried snowflakes and echoed in the barren mountains. Feng Moxing was not surprised by Mo Nantian's arrival. He just silently stepped back a few steps and finally stood outside a certain range.

Then, the surrounding temperature began to rise, and it seemed that the wind and snow had also chosen to take a detour.