Chapter 167 Heavy snow is ruthless

Xue Hao's eyes were bright, and he stepped under his feet and came to the shore of the lake. The water was calm and there were no ripples. Like stagn water, there was a feeling of despair and helplessness.

He lowered his head and looked at the lake, but couldn't find his reflection, as if the water seemed transparent, but not transparent, and the lake was not deep, but it reflected the reflection of the sky in this world.

"This is..." Xue Hao was surprised and wanted to find out his mind to feel the strangeness and extraordinaryness of the lake, but after half a sound, he was disappointed. The lake was the lake.

It's just that no matter what angle he stands and looks at the lake, he can't see himself, only the feeling of despair and unwillingness is scattered.

After pondering for a moment, Xue Hao ignored such a strange phenomenon and glanced at the blooming flower opposite him. His eyes showed perseverance, and he wanted to cross the lake.

"That Hanyin told me that only by crossing this lake can I really make the flower on the other side bloom, and my way of practice will continue, and even have the divine power of the field!"

Xue Hao's eyes flashed. Although he did not know why he entered this strange world, he can be sure that this is the inheritance of his ancestors. He is a saint. From the day he was born, he has a responsibility and mission to bloom the glory of his ancestors and reproduce the field of ancient times. The supreme power that dominates the world.

Although it sounds far away, as long as there is a thought in his heart and the years go by, what will happen in the future, including Xue Hao, will not know where the end of his life is. Only the tireless progress is the true meaning of his practice that he always needs to carry out.

He felt that this breakthrough, the coexistence of creation and crisis, needed to wash his mind, understand himself, and open up the way forward. It was an ordinary breakthrough for others, but for him, it was a watershed.

"Crossing the lake...crossing the lake..." Xue Hao meditated in his heart. As he rose to the void, the lake was no longer calm. A demon wind blew from the bottom of the lake and stirred the lake water, which was very different from before.

"Wo!"

Xue Hao's heart trembled and realized that this demon wind was not simple. He wanted to avoid it quickly and reach the other shore, but suddenly found that he could no longer see the road ahead. In silence, the lake became a sea. The whole world was filled with endless sea water, but he floated in the void in the center of the sea.

This scene came too suddenly and strangely, but Xue Hao didn't even have time to be shocked...

The demon wind rushed to him. He ran the secret of victory. In the eight-phase world above his head, two supreme secret methods were used at the same time. In an hour, he rushed to the demon wind sweeping the sea, but suddenly found that all his attacks were empty.

"This wind is not the essence..." Xue Hao's heart was frightened, but when such an idea first came up, his face changed, because all the demon winds swept him one after another and raged on the sea that had turned into an boundless sea. He wanted to dodge, but found that as long as he had such an idea, his whole body would Can't move.

"Retired!"

He shouted, closed his eyes and stepped back. Suddenly, all the pictures that scared him disappeared. He returned to the shore of the lake again, and the lake returned to calm as usual.

Even he has a feeling that the whole lake has never changed from beginning to end. The lake is still a lake, but his heart is filled with that feeling of despair, which makes him hallucinate. If he hadn't woke up and took a step back, he would have fallen into the magic barrier. He was robbed.

"The lake is not crossed like this..." Xue Hao no longer forcibly crossed the lake, because the lesson just now is vivid, which is the wrong way to cross the lake.

It's just that he doesn't understand. If it can't fly, how to get there? Only by picking off the flowers on the other side after crossing the lake can the washing be completed, and his breakthrough can be completed.

Although it is not an entity, but an illusory will, he is worried that the passage of time here is the same as that of the outside world. If so, will the body change due to staying here for too long?

Although this possibility is not high, it is not without...

"How can I cross this lake?" Xue Hao frowned sharply, and the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't think of any way. It was not good to fly by forcibly. It was even more ridiculous to take a detour. He had to reach the other side and take off the flowers on the other side. The sound in his mind before reminded him like this.

His eyes were focused and his spirit was highly integrated. He put down all the shackles, unfolded his mind, and sat on the shore of the lake, wanting to feel the mystery of the lake.

He has an intuition that he may need a special way to cross the lake.

In a long time, Xue Hao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion, and he got nothing.

"What should I do?" Xue Hao said to himself, stood up and walked around the shore of the lake. The lake was still calm and could not see anything extraordinary.

Suddenly, Xue Hao stopped and stared at the other side flower on the opposite side. His eyes shot a strong light and muttered to himself, "Is the root of the problem on it?"

Before, he focused everything on this lake, but ignored the delicate and blooming flower.

"It... seems to be far and near, like virtual... This..." The longer Xue Hao looked at it, the more shocked he became. Although he still felt such a complex breath across the lake.

At a glance, the flower on the other side is very far away, untouchable, but it seems to be very close, as if it is within reach... At a glance, it is windless and delicate, but suddenly becomes hazy and dreamy. Xue Hao tried his best and it is difficult to see its appearance.

This touched Xue Hao at this moment. He thought that the flower on the other side had a strong vitality, but now it seems that the opposite is a flower that has long been decadent.

When Xue Hao condensed all his mind and wanted to see the origin of the flower more clearly, suddenly, the whole world suddenly shook, making Xue Hao's whole body tremble involuntarily. The originally calm lake rose layers of ripples. When it went to see the flower, it found that it had disappeared from sight. In the middle, and the other side of the lake looks infinitely far away. At a glance, you can't see the head...

Then, before Xue Hao reacted, there was a heavy snowfall in the sky, flying all over the sky. After a few breaths, snowflakes were everywhere, and a cold that only belongs to winter suddenly hit.

Such a scene was really abrupt. When Xue Hao reacted, he suddenly found that the chill rose sharply, cold from head to toe, as if he had returned to the time when he had not yet practiced. The physical mortal himself felt the change of seasons particularly.

The snow is extremely strange. The whole world is already white. When the snow falls on the lake, they dissipate and do not condense into ice to freeze the lake.

Xue Hao hasn't felt the heavy snow for a long time, but it has only been raining for a while, but it made him extremely unbearable, because he was surprised to find that no matter how strong his cultivation was, he could not resist the cold. Snowflakes fell on every part of his body, and even with the passage of time, it had gradually submerged under his feet.

If it goes on for a long time, Xue Hao will inevitably freeze into an ice sculpture.

"What the hell is going on?" Xue Hao looked up at the sky with a stunned face. The snowflakes were extremely beautiful, but in it, he felt a ruthless feeling, extremely cold, just like his current feeling.

At this moment, he really seemed to think that he was a mortal and had no resistance to the sudden snow. Even if he kept walking on the shore of the lake, he still couldn't stop the piercing chill.

Time is slowly lost. I don't know how long it has passed, and the strange snow in the sky is still falling. Under normal circumstances, the lake should freeze, but it is as calm as ever. Whenever the snow falls, it dissipates one after another.

And Xue Hao had already trembled with cold, put his hands around his arms, his lips were frozen, and even his feet could no longer move, and he had long lost his intuition.

His whole body is covered with a layer of white frost, black hair, robe, and everywhere.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably freeze into an ice sculpture because of the heavy snow, but the man on the shore of the lake, although he could not resist the bitter chill, still persisted. His eyes were full of fire and perseverance.

"I can't fall like this! Even if God wants to kill me, you have to give me a reason!" Xue Hao opened his lips with difficulty, and the firelight in his eyes was so strong.

However, no one responded to him, but the heavy snow that had been falling, and the goose feathers seemed to have no end. The snow on the shore of the lake had unconsciously passed Xue Hao's knees. He stood still, trembled more fiercely, and refused to fall down.

Because he knows that there is a reason for this snow, because he knows that there is a reason for this world, and since he came here, there is also a reason.

"Snow... born in nine days, ruthless, is the sky, the ancestor!!" When it was extremely cold, Xue Hao muttered to himself and shouted hoarsely: "Ancestors! What on earth do the ancestors of my saint want to tell me?!"

He now has a vague guess in his mind, which is a hint, or a kind of on-demand, intended to point him the direction, or let him understand something!

"Is it possible that the saints of the past attacked the sky! It's snowing! Is it destroyed by the blood of heaven? Are the ancestors telling me that in that sentence, does heaven mean ruthlessness?

In the heavy snow, Xue Hao roared desperately, although his body had reached his waist by the part of the eastern Xinjiang, and his whole lower body had lost consciousness. Soon after, when the snow permeated his chest, he would completely lose consciousness. The ending was self-evident.

The snow was ruthless, but the fire in Xue Hao's eyes became stronger and stronger. He was in such suffering, but he got a glimmer of understanding.

He remembered his conversation with the devil that day. Before that, he had always felt that he was attacking the five clans and hated the so-called heavenly way to the bone!

But that conversation shook his heart all the time. He didn't know or understand, but he had admitted some of the devil's views in his heart.

The result of such an idea is that his Taoism is full of mottledness, his determination is inconsistent, and he is trapped in contradictions and struggles with the Tao.

He believes in justice, has a great righteousness in his heart, and measures right and wrong.

However, he lost his courage to attack the sky. He didn't know whose fault it was to attack the sky. Whether the five clans wanted to occupy the magpie's nest for their own selfish desires, or did the world of heaven take action for no reason to suppress the five clans!

This is the entanglement that has remained in his heart since he talked with the devil that day. Even he has thought that this breakthrough is extremely difficult, which is also related to his heart.

He is very confused. Who should he believe in?

If the ancestors are wrong, how should you practice in the future? If the way of heaven is wrong, how will you face your ancestors, yourself, or the saints?

This never-stop snow kept freezing him, but he couldn't help thinking about this problem in his heart.

Perhaps this is the best answer given by the ancestors!

"The snow is ruthless. Do my ancestors want me to rekindle my ambition to attack heaven?"

By the shore of the lake, the snow was about to flood Xue Hao's chest. He tried his best to squeeze out such a sentence. Is this the answer he wants to pursue?

Is everything the devil said wrong?