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After wandering around the same place for a few times, Feng Ruo finally had to give up the collection of the suspected ancient ice marrow under his feet. This kind of thing can't be forced. It can't be obtained by a brute force alone. Moreover, he is also worried that excessive destruction will make the owner of the Xuanbing River angry, although he Have people noticed themselves?

With no idea of this ancient ice marrow, Feng Ruo looked around. Anyway, he still had to find a way to get out of here. It was impossible to fly out with the wings of purple fire, so he had to find another way out.

There is not much fancy here. The steep rock walls formed by white black ice stand like a giant. Although there is no outside world here, it is not dark at all. The light silver light emitted by the black ice shines on everything softly, leaving no shadow in any corner.

Although there are no creatures, there is no strange atmosphere here, and the whole ice abyss gives people a very peaceful feeling.

Feng Ruo is not used to it at the beginning, because he can't fly here, he can only move forward step by step, and every step, the mysterious ice under his feet will have different weights of the wonderful tone, whether it is tight or slow, in short, it will never be messy. Even if you walk casually, the tone can Automatically form a wonderful song.

So the surprise in Feng Ruo's heart can be imagined. If this is really the legendary ancient ice marrow, it's fine, but if it is made by the owner of the Xuanbing River, it's not a small thing.

Follow the ice abyss and move forward aimlessly. In fact, there is no way to confirm the goal of moving forward, because Feng Ruo is very unfamiliar with everything here, so what else can he choose but to move forward?

The scope of the ice abyss is extremely large, and the landform is extremely complex. After walking for a period of time, Feng Ruo suddenly heard a sound of 'sand' in front of him. It was very regular. He was stunned at first, but then he understood it. Isn't this the sound of sweeping snow?

After a little hesitation, Feng Ruo still walked forward, no matter what. The snow sweeper in front of him must be the owner of the mysterious glacier. He appears here and can't hide.

Go around a rock wall and walk through an extremely exquisitely carved ice bridge. What appears in front of Feng Ruo is a relatively spacious, gourd-shaped ice valley. There are two very simple wooden houses in this ice valley, broken and leaky, in front of these two wooden houses. An old man with snow-white eyebrows and beard was sweeping around the ground with a bare broom. Looking at his posture, he was sweeping the snow, but the problem was. Why was there a little snowflake here?

Feng Ruo stood on the ice bridge in surprise for a long time. The old man ignored him, so he took a broom from one end of the ice valley to the other, and then from the other end to this end, never stopping!

blinked hard, and Feng Ruo felt that there was something wrong with the old man's mind. But who made him an uninvited guest, so he still saluted respectfully and said to the old man, "The younger generation Feng Ruo, I have met the senior. Because I am lost, I take the liberty to disturb you. Please give me some advice!"

After saying these very polite words for a long time, the old man still swept the snow by himself and ignored him at all. There was no way to say it more politely.

It's just that the old man didn't seem to notice Feng Ruo at all. He just continued to sweep the snow. Feng Ruo looked left and right, but he couldn't find a clue. He waited on the ice bridge for more than a dozen hours, and the old snow sweeper still did not stop. Even the action was exactly the same. Sweep down the floor.

Feng Ruo complained secretly in his heart. He couldn't see the depth of the snow-sweeping old man's cultivation, and he didn't dare to make mistakes, let alone make other actions, but it was no way to spend so much, so he took advantage of the old man's sweeping snow to the other end of the ice valley, At a glance, you can see that the two wooden houses have been built for a long time, and there is no one living in them.

After walking around the two wooden houses, Feng Ruo found an open path behind the wooden house, which happened to pass through the ice valley.

Feng Ruo's heart moved and thought that this was the way out of this place, so he carefully followed the path. After walking for a while, the path suddenly became steep, which was also normal, because after all, it was a valley surrounded by rock walls on three sides.

It can be seen that this path is very difficult to dig, which is almost equivalent to drilling on a vertical rock wall. If he can't fly, he can't fly, so he walks quite hard. After a lot of effort, he finally climbed a platform along the path dug on the rock wall. Just as he was secretly relieved, He was stunned, because he suddenly found that there was a gourd-shaped valley in front of him, an ice bridge, two dilapidated wooden houses, and an old man who was constantly sweeping snow. Everything was exactly the same!

"Shh!"

Feng Ruo took a deep breath. He asked himself that what he had just seen was not a fantasy, and what he saw now was not a fantasy. So what's going on?

At this time, he didn't have time to say hello to the old man who swept the snow. He hurried to the back of the two wooden houses and found a path that climbed up the rock wall. He climbed along the path again. As a result, after boarding a platform, he actually returned to the gourd-shaped valley!

At this time, Feng Ruo was still calm and immediately returned along the original road. He had climbed the rock wall twice before, but this time he went down again and found that he could not find the entrance to the gourd ice valley. Because when he walked through the ice bridge, it was a rock wall. Climbing down the rock wall path, it was the Out of the gourd valley, it is an ice bridge, and then it is a rock wall path, which is simply a dead knot!

Can't find the key point of this. He may only be able to climb up and down here all his life, just like the old man sweeping snow!

At this time, Feng Ruo finally understood why the snow sweeper was so strange. It turned out that he was not the owner of the Xuanbing River, but was trapped here like himself, but he needed to keep climbing up and down, and he kept sweeping the non-existent snow!

"Huh? Wait a minute! Snow that doesn't exist?"

What does Feng Ruo seem to think of in his heart? Instead of continuing to find a way to leave, he returned to the gourd valley and watched the old man keep sweeping around. RQ