The Path Toward Heaven

(After reading everyone's opinions, I found that it is indeed wrong to have the surname Bai. There are too many princesses with the surname Bai, and it is simply called Xue Ji ... beautiful.)

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There are many kinds of snowmen in the world, and the number of them depends entirely on the imagination of children who like to play with snow and southern people who rarely see snow.

This snowman seems to be the most common kind. It is very small, chubby, but his face is too clean, and there are fewer carrots and dried red peppers.

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

It has long white hair that hangs down to the ground. It doesn't know whether it is made of snow or what it is made of. It looks very real, but because it is too real, it gives a non-real feeling.

The second is that its eyes are extremely deep, and the black is palpitating. Looking at some dreams, of course, it should be more of a nightmare.

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

Xue Ji looked at the mountain quietly.

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

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

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

These flames are a little strange, and she is at the weakest moment, most likely to be hurt by those flames.

She was not afraid, but just looked at it quietly, analyzing the situation there according to the fighting instinct in the deepest bloodline. She might leave or pass.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a breath.

At the moment when she sensed the breath, a storm burst in her conscious ocean, and she was forced to stop the calculation of the speed that was hard to imagine.

The breath came from a place she had never stepped on, it was extremely cold, and its essence was almost no trace of movement, and it was about to approach absolute stillness.

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

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

Xueji stood up, still very short.

She walked towards the mountain.

Her walking posture is very strange. It seems that her two feet are placed in a white cloth bag, and she can only jump forward and look like a rabbit in a fairy tale.

Such a peculiar gait, but the speed is very fast, but just count the time, she came to the side of the mountain.

This is a snowy mountain, and the foothills are full of previously fallen snow.

Xue is her servant.

There are fires everywhere on the mountain. Fires emerging from the cracks in the ground, fires falling from the clouds, steamed ice streams, and broken stones are like purgatory on earth.

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

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

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

Her eyes fell on Qingtianjian in the distance, and she saw the chill, thinking that it was the humblest people, or the humblest kind. It didn't matter if she died.

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

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

The cicadas are all bright red, and they look like they are cooked.

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

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

The instinctive longing from the deepest part of life, the pursuit of that kind of state, so that she did not care about the fire, so she jumped into the distance ...

A white line appeared in the sky, emptying countless layers of fire, leaving the hole.

With a snapping sound, Xue Ji landed on the wasteland below Qing Tian Jian.

The flames on the wilderness kept burning, swallowing her in between, and then extinguished instantly. The hot stone surface on which she stepped formed frost and then shattered instantly.

Xueji looked up at Qingtianjian.

The wasteland has become very quiet and silent.

The sky fire falling in the clouds, and the tongue of flames curling outward in the cracks of the ground, seemed to have lost all sound.

Qing'er sat on Tong Yan's shoulders, looking at the snowman on the ground, his face pale, thinking what kind of monster was this?

Looking at the snowman, Cicada felt extreme fear and could not handle this spiritual shock. He blunted to death and fell from Tong Yan's shoulder.

Cicada was like a snowflake, and it fell on the top of Xue Ji's head without bias, just like before on Liu A's big head, made a delicate and beautiful bow.

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

The sand was burning, exuding the burnt smell she didn't like, but there was one of her favorite smells.

Xueji closed her eyes and seemed very intoxicated.

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

Just then, the sky fire summoned by the Lieyang stream fell again, bombarding Qingtianjian nonstop.

The scattered splashes of sand and sand spread away, and the scent gradually disappeared, just like the smell of Han Chan.

Xueji opened her eyes and looked to the sky.

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

She did not make a sound, but the whole world heard her Li Xiao.

Hundreds of invisible waves carried snowflakes from nowhere and shot into the sky, looking like a snowfall sprayed from Qingtianjian!

The snowfall and the sky full of fire meet in the sky, and there are countless roars, and a storm is generated.

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

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

Tong Yan Lingkong floated under the blue sky, his face pale and thought of the silent Li Xiao ... the sharply lower temperature at this time ... what came?

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

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The Lieyang stream is indeed one of the most powerful magic weapons in the world.

Those fire walls cut off the world and left Xue Ji's silent howling in front of the snow mountain.

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

On the bank of the magma river deep underground, the king of fire carp also heard this voice, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. How did he come out?

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

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Wang Xiaoming did not know who was coming, but he clearly felt that the fire was swallowed a lot.

This fact shocked him extremely. After he succeeded in cultivating Lieyang Stream, he was invincible. Even the Fire King who stayed in Jujuan Valley in Zhongzhou was not an opponent of Lieyang Stream.Who is coming?Can actually devour the blaze!Could it be a magic weapon of immortal order similar to Lieyang stream?But where does Chaotian Continent have this kind of thing?

Suddenly, the space in front of the cliff was torn open, and the universe front appeared flat!

The sword body is still hot and hot, but it is extremely bright, and the snow mountain is cold for a few minutes.

The Lieyang streamer automatically turned up, drawing the universe front into it, and suddenly unable to advance.

The pearl of rice also shines?

Just as Wang Xiaoming thought about this sentence, a colder figure suddenly appeared in front of the cliff.

Jing Jiu crossed the sea of ​​fire and came to the field, reaching for the hilt of the universe front and sending it forward.

Hearing softly.

The universe front emerged from the streamer and stabbed towards Wang Xiaoming.

The black smoke was born from the cliff, and the countless fireballs were scattered from the Lieyang stream. Wang Xiaoming hid from the fire and screamed, "Do you think this can stabb me?"

At the same time that he screamed these eight words, the grudges in the Lieyang stream had cried countless times and the fire swept away.

This is the combination of the fire of Yang Gang and the weeping of Yin Ling.

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

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

This moment is a maximum of eight words.

The outcome is in a moment.

During this moment Jing Jiu made a sword, but actually more than 3,000 swords.

More than three thousand swords were blocked by the Lieyang streamers, and only a handful of them fell on Wang Xiaoming's body, cutting out several blood marks.

Also in this moment, the fire of Lieyang stream has swallowed Jing Jiu's body.

For other practitioners, this time has turned into a green smoke.

Jing Jiu didn't die, but he also suffered minor injuries. The white clothes made of celestial silk were burned into silk strands, and burnt marks appeared on his body.

The Lieyang streamer is really terrible. His current state cannot be resisted positively, and he will die on the spot if he does not retreat, but he is still calm and obviously still has the means.

Suddenly a silent roar came from the wasteland, and at the same time a violent breath came at high speed.

The snowy mountains were shaking, and countless ice and snow crashed down, instantly submerging the cliff.

Wang Xiaoming fell under the cliff, holding the fierce Yang stream back several hundred feet, watching the distance with vigilance, and protecting himself tightly.

Jing Jiu's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and his right hand was pointed as a sword.

The wind screamed, and a white shadow came to the snow mountain with a chill that was more terrible than ice and snow.

It took Jing Jiu a long time to figure out a weak spot in Lieyang Stream, and then he could use the Nether Immortal Sword to cross the flames to the snow mountain.

Xueji came straight in, and the difficulty of the two was quite different.

Through the blazing sea of ​​blazing sun streamers, Xue Ji also paid some price, her body surface melted a lot, and she looked slimmer.

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

Lieyangwa waved in the wind and gave birth to countless flames drifting towards her.

She is like a cold black hole, 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 in front of Jing Jiu and reached for the universe front.

She held the sword and looked down seriously, very carefully.

It's like admiring a painting.

Or a universe.