The Path Toward Heaven

(After reading everyone's opinions, I found that it is really wrong to have the surname Bai again. There are too many princesses named Bai, so I might as well call her Xue Ji...beautiful.)

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

This snowman looks like the most ordinary kind, small and chubby, but his face is too clean, missing a carrot and a dried red pepper.

But if you look carefully, you will find that there are two special places about this snowman.

It has long white hair that falls to the ground. I don't know if the hair is made of snow or what. It looks very real, but because it is too real, it gives people a feeling of unreality.

The second is that its eyes are extremely deep, so black that it makes one's heart palpitate, it looks a little dreamy, and of course it should be more like a nightmare.

It should be a female, so it should be called Xue Ji.

Xue Ji quietly looked at the other side of the mountain.

There is an endless sea of ​​flames over there, and the high temperature and heat waves from there can still be felt from such a distance.

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

She also felt that her subjects were about to die in the sea of ​​fire.

These flames are a bit strange, and she is very likely to be hurt by those flames when she is at her weakest moment.

She wasn't afraid, she just looked there quietly, analyzing the situation there according to the fighting instinct in the deepest part of her blood, she might leave, she might pass.

At this moment, she suddenly sensed a breath.

The moment she sensed that breath, a storm arose in her ocean of consciousness, and she was forced to suspend the calculation at an unimaginable speed.

That aura came from a place she had never set foot on, it was extremely cold, its essence had almost no trace of movement, it was close to absolute stillness.

Absolute coldness and stillness are the most terrifying things, even she feels a little scary, but at the same time, it is the highest state of her life pursuit, and it is the strongest desire buried deep in her instinct.

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

Xue Ji stood up, still very short.

She walked over to the side of the mountain.

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

With such a peculiar gait, the speed is very fast, and within a few breaths, she came to the other side of the mountain.

This is a snow-capped mountain, and the foothills are full of previously avalanche snow.

Snow is her servant.

There are fires everywhere on this side of the mountain, fires that emerge from the cracks in the ground, fires that fall from the clouds, evaporated ice streams, and burnt stones, just like purgatory on earth.

For her who had never left the ice peak and snow field, this was a scene she had never seen before, which caused her extreme discomfort and displeasure.

Wang Xiaoming stood on the snowy cliff, she didn't even look at it.

She doesn't care about any weak human beings. Although that banner is the source of these strange fires, it is not the thing she wants to confirm most now.

Her eyes fell on the blue sky in the distance, she saw Han Chan, and she thought to herself that they were lowly people, or the most lowly kind, and it didn't matter if they died.

Then she saw the silt on the Qingtian mirror, and then she sensed something, and then looked back at Han Chan.

The sand that Jing Jiu brought back from the universe is no longer as cold as before, the temperature is very high, and it even started to burn.

Han Chan's whole body was already bright red, and it looked as if it was cooked.

No matter how you look at it, there is no possibility of coldness here, but she is very sure that the chill she is looking for is here, at least it once existed on these silt and that humble citizen.

Her eyes became deeper and deeper, the snow around her suddenly sank, and a layer of extremely hard ice formed on the surface.

The instinctive desire from the deepest part of her life, the pursuit of that realm, made her ignore those fires at all, so she jumped into the distance....

A white line appeared in the sky, passing through countless layers of flames, leaving a hole.

With a soft bang, Xue Ji landed on the wasteland below the Qingtian Mirror.

The flames on the wilderness kept burning, engulfing her in it, and then extinguished in an instant. The hot stone she stepped on had frosted on the surface, and then shattered in an instant.

Xue Ji raised her head and looked towards Qing Tianjian.

The wilderness became extremely quiet, dead silent.

The sky fire falling from the clouds, and the flames rolling out from the cracks in the ground seemed to have lost all sound.

Qing'er sat on Tong Yan's shoulder, looking at the snowman on the ground with a pale face, thinking what kind of monster is this?

Looking at the snowman, Han Chan felt extreme fear, unable to handle the mental shock at all, and passed out with a hiccup, falling from Tong Yan's shoulder.

The chilling cicada was like a snowflake, and it landed on Xue Ji's head impartially, just like it did on Liu Ada's head before, making a delicate and beautiful bow.

Satisfied with its self-awareness, Xue Ji flew to the Qingtian Mirror, and looked down at the sand.

The silt was burning, exuding a burnt smell that she didn't like, but there was a smell that she liked best.

Xue Ji closed her eyes, looking very intoxicated.

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

At this moment, the skyfire summoned by Lieyang Banner fell again, bombarding Qingtianjian non-stop.

The silt was splashed and scattered, and the breath gradually disappeared, just like the smell of a chilling cicada.

Xue Ji opened her eyes and looked towards the sky.

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

She made no sound, but the whole world heard her howl.

Hundreds of invisible waves carried snowflakes that came from nowhere and shot into the sky, it looked like Qingtian Jian sprayed out a snow waterfall!

The snow waterfall and the flowing fire met in the sky, making countless roars, generating a storm, and the wildfire on the ground was constantly swaying, causing the sky and the earth to change color.

The fire kept falling, the ice and snow gradually melted, Xue Ji's face was slightly wet, and some clear water oozed from her feet.

The water was also extremely cold, flowing non-stop on the surface of the Qingtian Mirror, easily extinguishing the fire in the sand.

Tong Yan floated in the sky under the blue sky mirror, his face was pale, thinking about that silent scream... The temperature dropped sharply at this time... What is it?

Then he suddenly discovered that the cosmic front that blocked the ground fire below suddenly disappeared.

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Lieyang Banner is worthy of being one of the most powerful magic weapons in the world.

Those walls of fire separated the world, and also kept Xue Ji's silent roar in front of the snow mountain.

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

On the banks of the magma river deep in the ground, King Huo Li also heard the voice, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of fear, wondering why that one came out?

It was struggling whether to go out or not. In the end, it chose to stay in the magma because it was really scared. Who can beat this one?

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Wang Xiaoming didn't know who it was, but he clearly felt that the banner fire had been swallowed up a lot.

This fact shocked him to the extreme. After he succeeded in cultivating Lieyang Banner, he was invincible. Even the Fire King who was left in Juhun Valley by the Zhongzhou Sect was no match for Lieyang Banner. Who is it? It can actually swallow Yanghuo! Could it be a magic weapon of the immortal rank, which is similar to Lieyang Banner and is inherently cold? But where is there such a thing in Chaotian Continent?

The space in front of the cliff was suddenly torn open, and the front of the universe appeared out of nowhere!

The blade of the sword is still scalding hot, but it is extremely bright, and the snow-capped mountains are reflected in it, making it cool for a few minutes.

The Lieyang Banner flipped up automatically, engulfing the universe front, making it unable to move forward immediately.

Pearls of rice grains, also radiate brilliance?

Just when Wang Xiaoming was thinking about these words, a colder figure suddenly appeared in front of the cliff.

Jing Jiu walked through the sea of ​​flames, came to the arena, reached out to hold the hilt of Universe Feng's sword, and sent it forward.

There was a soft hiss.

Universe Front came out from the banner and stabbed at Wang Xiaoming.

Black smoke billowed from the cliff, and countless fire balls were scattered from the blazing sun. Wang Xiaoming took advantage of the fire to hide, and screamed: Do you think this can stab me?

At the same time he screamed these eight characters, the grieving ghosts in Lieyang Banner had already cried countless times, and the fire swept away.

This is the combination of Yanggang's fire and Yinling's cry.

Faced with this kind of evil method, even the big things in the sky realm will find it a bit tricky.

Those ghost cries didn't affect Jing Jiu in any way, but the Yanggang fire was really terrifying, even his body could only last for a moment.

This moment is at most eight words.

The victory or defeat is in a moment.

In this moment, Jing Jiu made one sword move, actually more than three thousand swords were made.

Most of the more than three thousand swords were blocked by the Lieyang Banner, and only a few fell on Wang Xiaoming's body, leaving several bloodstains.

At the same moment, the flames of Lieyang Banner had already engulfed Jing Jiu's body.

If it were another practitioner, it would have turned into a cloud of smoke at this time.

Jing Jiu didn't die, but he also suffered serious injuries. The white clothes made of silkworm silk were burnt to pieces, and scorched marks appeared on his body.

Lieyang Banner is too scary, he can't resist directly in his current state, if he doesn't retreat, he will die on the spot, but he is still calm, obviously he still has means.

Suddenly there was a silent scream from the wasteland, and at the same time, a violent breath rushed towards him at high speed.

The snow mountain trembled uneasy, and countless snow and ice crashed down, instantly submerging the cliff.

Wang Xiaoming fell to the bottom of the cliff, retreating hundreds of feet with the blazing sun banner in his hand, watching the distance vigilantly, and protecting himself tightly.

Jing Jiu's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and he pointed his right hand together as a sword, and drew a formation with the Chengtian sword technique at the fastest speed.

The wind howled, and a white shadow came to the front of the snow mountain, carrying a chill more terrifying than ice and snow.

It took Jing Jiu a long time to figure out a weak point of Lieyang Banner, and he was able to use the Nether Immortal Sword to cross the sea of ​​fire and come to the front of the snow mountain.

Xue Ji broke in directly, and the difficulty level of the two is as different as heaven and earth.

Xue Ji also paid a price for passing through the flames of Lieyang Banner. The surface of her body melted a lot, and she looked slimmer.

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

The Lieyang Banner fluttered in the wind, giving birth to countless flames and drifting towards 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.

Xue Ji didn't even look at him.

She walked up to Jing Jiu and reached out to take the universe front.

Holding the sword, she looked down seriously, very carefully.

It's like admiring a painting.

Or a universe.