The Path Toward Heaven

It was at this time that unexpectedly unexpected accidents happened suddenly.

The five Snow Charms stopped, looked at her deeply, then turned and walked to the north, and soon disappeared over the glacier.

Zhao Layue raised his head and looked at the solitary peak in the distance. He vaguely guessed something. Instead of being thankful for the rest of his life, he was more alert.

An extremely powerful and even grand magnificent consciousness came from the distant solitary peak and fell into her sea of ​​consciousness.

The buzzing sounded as if countless ancient clocks were ringing at the same time. Zhao Layue's face was pale, and a golden blood was spurting out.

Fortunately, the Divine Consciousness left her consciousness and returned to the Lonely Peak.

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

We are very similar.

None of us are substitutes.

We will be stronger and then truly overcome those who made us.

Hope you can leave alive, although it is difficult.

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In the early spring, Baicheng was still frosty and snowy, the snowfield was thickening, and the ice creek was frozen to the bottom. It looked like a piece of art carved out of crystal.

He Zhanqin's chess, calligraphy and painting are very good, and the best is grilled fish, which has been rated as the existence of art by many people.

But these days, the fish he grilled is more difficult to eat than ever, but it is rare that Thurse does not lose his temper, because she knows that He Zhan is worried and has no mood to do these things at all.

Zhao Layue has been in the snow field for a long time, but he has not returned.

A few days ago, some practitioners returned from the snowfield and brought the latest news that they had seen her somewhere, but some words were unclear, especially that the wounded windblade had been staring at those companions, seeming to prevent They said they missed their mouths.

Cao Yuan was the predecessor of Guocheng Temple, and He Zhan was the descendant of this generation. His relationship with the Fengdao Religion was naturally different. Under his persuasion, the Fengdao Religion finally spoke out Things that happened.

Knowing that Zhao Layue had killed the Kunlun elder named Peng Si, He Zhan was not very worried, as long as no one else knew.

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

"I thought Sister Zhao went to Xueyuan absolutely not to raise swords in battle."

Thurse said: "With her temperament, I definitely want to see that ice peak."

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

He Zhan was silent for a moment, and handed over the grilled fish in his hand, saying, "I'll go and see."

Thurse knew that he would not repent when he made up his mind. Without persuading him, he only reminded: "Be careful."

He Zhan said: "Relax, I won't go in too deep, just worried that she needs to respond."

Now that the decision was made, there was no further delay, and Thur took a box from the house and threw it to him.Over the past 100 years, He Zhan did n’t know how many times he had entered the snowfield, how many snow country monsters he had killed, and he was extremely experienced. There were things needed in the box.

He took the box and stepped up into the snow, and walked in the direction of the snowfield. He walked freely and naturally, just like going to Baicheng to buy fish every day, but he felt a bit heavy.

When he first arrived in the sky, he suddenly heard several exclamations from the barracks and other courtyards, and then more than a dozen practitioners or swords or controllers headed towards the snowfield.He Zhan was a little surprised, looking towards the snowfield, his expression was slightly miserable, his figure suddenly disappeared, and turned into a light smoke disappearing from the sky.

In the current practice world of Chaotian Continent, apart from Jing Jiu, except Jing Jiu, he is the fastest. Even the Zhongzhou School of Heaven and Earth Escape is not as good as his own practice in the Qingtian Jian fantasy.He easily surpassed those practitioners, and it took only dozens of breaths to reach the black stone mountain.

The snow outside the valley is extremely thick, and only a few dead leaves left by the birds remain on the surface.

The creak, the dead leaves shattered, the snow collapsed, and a foot covered with dirt and dry blood stains fell.

After a while, the other foot also fell.

Accompanied by the sound of the snow breaking, a short-haired girl with ragged clothes came out of the valley.

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

The cold wind burst, and He Zhanru came to her with a light smoke. Looking at her, she was shocked. She stretched out her hand to help, but didn't know where to start.

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

"This ... what's going on?" He Zhan said with a trembling voice.

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

After that knowledge fell, there was no more trouble for the Snow Kingdom monster to come out to find her, but like the message from the Queen of Snow Kingdom, she was seriously injured and was nearing death.

Jian Yuan was exhausted, and her body and meridians were so full of holes that she couldn't recover from meditation at all. She couldn't control the sword and had to walk.So she walked out of the depths of the distant snowfield until her boots were ground to pieces, and her little toes lost in the battle felt no pain in the cold snow.

The biggest difficulty in getting out of the snowfield is not the wounds and pain, but the hallucinations that appear when the consciousness is broken.

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

That's not the winter's face, so it should be the face of Lian March that she imagined.

In an extremely weak state, few people can overcome these, and they will lose their direction and get lost in the wind and snow.

But she didn't.

She knew all this was an illusion.

She usually only has a road in her heart, and even Jing Jiu has to think about it every few years. How could that beautiful face appear so frequently?

Just walking like this, walking ... Her injuries didn't get worse, nor did she get better.

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

At this time, even a snowflake can easily knock her down, but she still keeps calm enough, without losing the ability to deduce calculations, calmly judge that the other party is a real existence, not an illusion, then this time should be Are you down?

Zhao Layue said to himself in his heart.

So she fell.

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In the quiet courtyard, the pear tree, which should be difficult to produce green leaves in early spring, suddenly blossomed overnight.

That's because there was a gathering array in the courtyard, absorbing a lot of vitality.

Master Feng Dao came out of the room with some fatigue, said a few words with He Zhan, and left.

There are practitioners and generals of the guards everywhere outside the courtyard. The leader of the Wind Sword frowned slightly, and because of the quietness of these people, he didn't say anything.

Everyone knew the news that Zhao Layue was seriously injured. Some people witnessed her terrible injury. The whole Baicheng shook. They wanted to know what happened in the snowfield.

Heaven and earth gathered in the courtyard like silk, and then entered the room along the formation, and sprinkled onto the couch like a spring rain.

When he saw He Zhan coming back, he wiped the tears off his eyes and asked, "How do you say?"

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

He Zhan looked at Zhao Layue on the couch and kept silent for a while, then continued: "There is no match in the world."

Thurse was annoyed and said: "Even if the Wind Sword Sect can't think of any way, what about the Sword Saint?"

He Zhan shook his head and said, "Sword Saint said, even he has never seen such a serious injury."

There is another sentence in Cao Yuan's original words.

In the realm of Zhao Layue, having suffered such a serious injury, it should be sure to die, as to how she survived ... No one can tell.

Thurse turned around and took some plaster with her fingertips, carefully rubbing on Zhao Layue's wound.

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

Thurse's fingers couldn't help but tremble, they couldn't hold it anymore, and cried, "How much pain does she have along the way?"

He Zhan looked at Zhao Layue on the couch, his eyes full of admiration, and sighed: "After such a serious injury, it is really amazing to be able to come out of the snowfield."

At this moment, Zhao Layue opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at He Zhan and Thurse, confirming his current situation.

Thurso sobbed and said, "Sister, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"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 I have a different path from him, but the purpose is the same, so as long as I can live, I can bear anything."

This is the answer.

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