Chapter 347 North Sea, Leaning Tower

In the far north, there is a long wind and snow, and the cold wind. Looking around, within thousands of miles, there is a vastness, and the mountains and rivers are hard to see.

In the cold wind, a thin man, tightly wrapped in a thin black robe, walked slowly in the snow over his knees, looking up at the distance from time to time, a little black in the dense wind and snow.

not far from the thin man, a huge mountain is stretched between heaven and earth. The strange peaks are strange, the clumps are stacked up like waves, and countless slanting ice rocks stretch to the sky. On each corner of the ice peak, there is a warrior standing upright, a very white robe hunting and dancing in the wind, body, The surrounding wind and snow melt into one.

This is where the war clan used to be the palace of the war emperor. Now, except for the hundreds of people standing on the ice edge of the truding peak, there are few war clans left here. Most of the war clans have been pulled out of the former sword field by the war emperor, guarding, or participating in that game, which is Etiquette...

Fengyun Wuji, like an ordinary person, walked in the long wind and snow not far from the war emperor's peak, which did not attract the attention of any war clan. At the peak, the breath of strength and weakness spread to the bottom of Fengyun Wuji's heart. Although some of the breaths were strong to the middle of the divine level He passed by the Zhandi Peak, but did not disturb anyone.

On his side, with the footsteps of Fengyun Wuji, some snow suddenly rose from his feet. With the airflow turning, the snowflakes intentionally or unintentionally covered Fengyun Wuji's figure. From the distance, Fengyun Wuji faced the air on the side of the Zhandi Peak, twisting from time to time, and it was not The wind and snow rolling in a very regular way just covered the black robe. Looking at the side from afar, there was no one seen...

Whether it is the rolling of the wind and snow or the distortion of the air, it has not caused any energy fluctuations that are enough to pay attention to the generals at the top of the peak. All of this is naturally like the natural change of the wind and snow between the ground that day. No one thought that in the Demon Realm, the Sword God, who At this moment, it is so close to the War Emperor's Peak...

li!

A shrill sound came from the vast white clouds. The special loud cry of the war eagle raised by the war clan made Feng Yun Wuji's walking heart move slightly and frowned. Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help raising his head. The huge spirit was quietly breaking out of his body, permeating. The sky only has clouds that are no different from the snow, but the wind and clouds look up to the dark pupils of the sky. From the thick clouds, a powerful blurred shadow gradually appears. The shadow stretches its wings and looks down at the earth from a very high place...

The speed of Fengyun Wuji's consciousness suddenly soared, like a tide, from all directions, towards the vigorous war eagle...

li! ~

Another cry broke through the clouds from the sky and slanted into the earth.

A smile appeared from the corners of Fengyun Wuji's mouth and smiled. Fengyun Wuji showed his sleeves, lowered his head, and still slowly went to Xuanyuan Hill, the holy place in his heart...

On this day, the sound of the war eagle over the war emperor's peak kept ringing all day. Then, the battle at the top of the peak found that the war eagle actually turned along the same circular track in the sky all day...

Beihai Xuanyuanqiu, a holy place in the hearts of the human race. Every year, there are some pilgrims with unknown surnames who go to this holy place to repent and make pilgrimage. No matter what kind of identity it is outside this area, but here, everyone maintains a humble and respectful heart...

Taigu, very big, very big, in many places that can be seen and invisible, there are many people fighting for the ideals in their hearts. They may have failed. In the process, they may have committed many sins, but they have not been noticed, but here, they are all respectable, in In the heart, they are pure.

Standing in the snow, Fengyun looked at the looming North Sea Xuanyuan Hill in the distance, with a complex look on his face, and his right leg took a step towards the North Sea Xuanyuan Hill, and finally shrank back.

"There are also a lot of people who died in my hands..., Xuanyuanqiu... In the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to step into that place..." With a long sigh, Feng Yun Wuji turned his footsteps and walked towards the other side, the leaning tower where he once stayed with fluorescence...

Maybe it's because of the wrong time. Along the way, it is difficult for Fengyun Wuji to see a few pilgrims in black robes. Compared with the last pilgrimage, at this time, the pilgrims who are silent and going to the North Sea are very sparse.

Although I don't know why and how that tradition rose, every black-robed pilgrim who went to the North Sea to confess coincidentally abided by this tradition... Here, everyone has returned to the initial state of hundreds of billions of planes--

They all gave up what they had learned and worshipped among the 100 million ordinary people to find the most precious and original place in their hearts.

The three leaning towers will fall before they fall. The tower is covered with thick snow, just like a witness, witnessing the sincere footprints of the pilgrims.

Gently pushed open the half-damaged wooden door, and the heavy snow slid down from the top of the wood, fell on Fengyun Wuji's shoulders, and then shook to the ground, making a rustling sound. Fengyun Wuji, like other pilgrims, slowly stepped into the leaning tower like a ghost.

The cold weather turned into desert wind and snow. Inside, on the ground of the leaning tower, there was a thick layer of ice. Although the ground was cold, several pilgrims sat on the ground willingly, closed their eyes and remained motionless. No one spoke or had the desire to communicate with others. Everyone, one of them The world is sad and solemn...

Fengyun Wuji slowly stepped on the hoarse moaning, sprinkled the wooden ladder full of snow leaking from the cracks, slowly went up to the second floor of the leaning tower, found the lamp on the wall, slowly lit it, put the lamp on the ground, and then sat down cross-legged next to the lamp.

The second floor of the leaning tower is deserted and cold, and the faint and pale light emitted by the turbid lamp is swaying, blending with the pale environment in the leaning tower...

Here, Fengyun Wuji once again felt the feeling of extreme peace in his heart. Stepping into this quiet slope is like stepping into another world, a world that only belongs to himself, a world far away from the outside.

faintly, a low sob came in with the wind through the cracks, listening to the sad and cold twitching, people's hearts became more cold, faintly with a little despair.

Gradually, it is completely an unconscious behavior. The consciousness of the wind and clouds melts into the surrounding air like water, slowly sinks into the whole ice and snow, thoughtless, extremely calm, and even forgets itself...

All the anger quickly dispersed from Feng Yun Wuji's body, lying here is no different from a piece of dead wood...

In the old oil lamp, there is not much lamp oil, but it is very burned. A lamp, often a long time has passed, but the lamp oil in the oil lamp has not been reduced a lot...

An old oil lamp, a small space, a forgotten corner, loneliness, quietly growing in the heart...

If no one is disturbed, Fengyun Wuji may spend endless years quietly and forget everything in this state of thoughtlessness and nothingness, until--

"You're here..." A loud voice suddenly sounded from the four sides of the world, like an ancient bell, directly hitting the divine consciousness of Fengyun Wuji and integrating into the endless void...

At the same time, in front of Fengyun's knees, the swaying, half-dry oil lamp, a pale flame with a thick thumb suddenly expanded. When it expanded to a certain extent, from the deepest part of the flame, an oily shadow fell along the edge and stretched along the ground.

Stripping!

The swollen pale flame suddenly burst out a burst, and then all the Mars disappeared. On the ground, not far in front of Feng Yun Wuji, on the ground, a shadow kept stretching upwards. In the blink of an eye, a wide black robe appeared in front of Feng Yun Wuji out of thin, and a thin palm grabbed the flying The hem of the clothes suddenly pulled down and wrapped it tightly around his body.

"You're here," Fengyun Wuji suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the man in black robe in front of him. His face was calm and calm, as if all this was in his expectation, and there was nothing to shake his mind.

Da!

The man in black robe put his right hand on the bottom of the robe, and his two fingers were wrong, making a crisp sound. After him, on the half-extinguished ancient lamp wick, a wisp of flame suddenly rose, and a white air shrouded around the oil lamp. In the old oil lamp with oil pollution, the lamp Get up, in the process, the man in black always turned his back to the oil lamp and did not move.

On the oil lamp, the cluster of pale flames suddenly rose from the ground, floating in the air, the flame dispersed, and suddenly formed a yin and yang pole pattern in the air. Around the circle of fireworks, a strange pattern similar to a turtle shell floated in the air, caged the yin and yang fish-like flame into it -

"You really didn't disappoint us..." The man in black raised his head and muttered.

Fengyun Wuji was dressed in a black robe without wind, and his right hand suddenly stretched out and rowed in the void. Between the two, a space crack suddenly took shape. Tens of millions of miles away, the gold seal book suddenly disappeared from the Sword Pavilion...

With a stretch of his hand, Fengyun Wuji grabbed the golden seal that fell from the crack in the space, then threw it into the arms of the man in black...