Zhang Ping stood on the shore of Lingxia Lake.
Even though the snow is still not covered in the outside world, it is still as warm as summer on the shore of Lingxia Lake, and there are many fireflies flying.
The clear and calm waters of the lake reflect Zhang Ping's face.
His countenance was ordinary.
Among the so many Qingluan students who gathered here back then, he was inconspicuous, and no one would notice his existence.
His skin was dark, and faintly shimmered with the luster of purple gold, which looked even more weird, but even he himself could see his strength from his face in the lake.
From the moment he revealed his whereabouts in the northern realm of Yunqin, the entire world knew that his next step would definitely be to attack the Qingluan Academy, but no one could stop him from entering the Four Seasons Plain or even the Ascending Mountain Range.
The shore of Lingxia Lake was beautiful, and this should have been a place worthy of his memory, but at this moment, he stood in front of this clear and calm lake, and when he thought of the faces of the many golden spoons gathered here back then, he felt that the lake here was abominable.
Even thinking of the picture of Lin Xi, Gao Yanan and Wen Xuanyu becoming the chosen ones later, he was extremely disgusted.
Originally, he was in the township of Yunqin, and he felt that everything was beautiful and fair, but when he came here, he saw that countless people with better backgrounds and qualifications than him, so he felt inferior and resentful.
A small resentment was originally just the flapping wings of a butterfly in the Ascending Mountain Range, but after it had the power that was invincible in the world, it turned into a huge storm that swept the world.
"Fill it in."
Zhang Ping turned around indifferently and said these two words to the dozens of purgatory mountain red-robed priests kneeling beside the giant chariot behind him.
At the same time as he turned around, a strong wind suddenly blew behind him, and countless crack-like waves appeared on the surface of the calm Lingxia Lake, and countless flying fireflies were shattered by the power precipitated from his body, and they fell on the surface of the lake that was no longer calm.
Filling the lake seems to be a boring and boring order, but the Demon King has more and more followers in the world, and as long as the Demon King is still standing in the world, this order is issued, and this beautiful lake is destined to disappear.
The heavy chariot traveled like a ship through the Four Seasons Plain to the foot of the Ascending Mountain Range.
Zhang Ping sat on the throne, looking up at the towering sky through the gap in the drapery, and could not see the huge mountain range at the top.
He thought that even if he was empty, he was already exhausted when he arrived here, but now he can sit on such a heavy chariot and climb such a mountain range.
Hundreds of red-robed priests dragged the giant chariot to the front of the mountain road.
Dozens of grimace doves flew above their heads, making a terrible hiss, which was even more terrifying than the vulture group that heard the moon back then, and the soul power on these grimace doves vibrated and formed streams of black gas, and finally formed clusters of black clouds.
Behind the giant chariot were also walking nearly a hundred red-robed cultivators.
Most of these people, like the people who dragged the giant chariot in front of them, were not the original disciples of Purgatory Mountain.
Among these people, there were many prisoners who were originally imprisoned in Yun Qin's prison, many cultivators who were originally Yun Qin's fame, and some ordinary people who were originally Yun Qin.
There was originally something in the hearts of these ordinary people in Yun Qin that was impossible to be satisfied with, but one day a red-robed priest walked up to them and told these people in a pious and infinitely bewitching tone: "Give your souls to the Demon King, serve the Demon King, and the Demon King will fulfill your wishes." ” These Yunqin people made a choice, and then their various wishes were fulfilled, some people got the beautiful woman they dreamed of as a wife, some people killed the enemy they hated the most in their lives, and some people got a house full of gold, and then they became devout believers of the demon king, and they also began to walk in Yunqin, spreading the news of the arrival of the demon king, and began to carefully observe the hearts of everyone in the streets and alleys, and eventually they would also walk in front of the people who were found to be the deepest in their hearts, Tell these people in a pious and demagogic tone: "Give your souls to the Demon King, serve the Demon King, and the Demon King will grant your wishes." ” This was originally a means used by the demon king to rule the world in the era of immortals and demons, but this method seems to be effective at all times.
After the red-robed priests of the two hundred people who supported Zhang Pingju, there were thousands of mountain guards.
As the mountain got higher and the road became steeper, the mood of these people became more and more nervous, and the armor on their bodies gradually became soaked with cold sweat.
However, no fighting took place.
The quiet, empty Qingluan Academy finally unfolded in front of them.
Looking at the temples that stood on the mountain peaks, the ziplines connecting the peaks one by one, all the people felt a rushing power, and this inexplicable pressure made all the red-robed priests and mountain guards tremble.
"I just gave up" "Many of us used to think that a place was more important than life, and we didn't even put up the slightest resistance."
Zhang Ping didn't feel any shock, he just looked at the places he was familiar with a mocking gaze, the Zhige Department New Life Hall, the Tiangong Department New Life Hall, the Imperial Medicine Department New Life Hall, and the hillside where they had burned flames.
He slowly stood up, but the moment he stood up, he suddenly felt extremely disgusted with this place.
"It's all burned."
He no longer stepped out of the chariot, but simply sat down and gave such an order.
At the high end of the Ascending Mountain Range, the eternal glacier was like a gap cut by the sword of the God King, and at this end of the Qingluan Academy, the surface of the glacier was flawless white, but this accumulation of seemingly pure white slowly formed blue.
Then people who walk into the crevasses of the glacier will find that the white sè snow will turn into blue sè as the thickness accumulates.
At first, it is a pale blue, and eventually it becomes a jewel-like blue.
This naturally occurring glacial fissure is one of the best passages to the Ice and Snow God Plains behind the Ascending Mountain Range.
However, the Ice and Snow God Yuan has been considered the territory of the gods since ancient times in Yunqin, and naturally no one is allowed to set foot in it.
Although this wide glacial cressure is still a low point at the top of the Ascending Mountain Range, the air in it is unimaginably thin compared to ordinary places in the world, and even if ordinary cultivators do nothing in such a place, they will fall into a nightmare of chaos and lose their normal judgment because they can't breathe enough fresh air.
What's more, there is an even more chilling cold, constantly passing through the cracks of this glacier from the Ice and Snow Divine Plain.
The cold air that gathered in the wind was like an invisible sword, constantly slashing in the air.
Near the end of the Ice and Snow God Plain, the glacier as hard as iron not only has countless deep marks like knives, but the ice and snow are also filthy blue and black, and countless particles of sand and stone are deeply embedded in the ice and snow.
However, in such a place, where this glacial fissure meets the ice god plain, there is a shelter behind an eagle's beak of ice, and a tent wrapped in thick fur is set up.
A practitioner wearing thick leather boots and thick gloves on his hands, and his whole body was wrapped in fur like a rice dumpling, stood at the door of this tent.
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His mouth and nose were covered with snow slag, and his body was shivering in the cold.
He faintly saw the smoke and fire emanating from the Ascending Mountain Range, and he understood what this meant, and his eyes were suddenly filled with a painful look.
He turned around resolutely, no longer looking behind him, just looking at the ice and snow god plain in front of him like a frozen ocean.
The sky is gradually dimming.
Countless bizarre glaciers in the bleak sky are like countless shipwrecks frozen up.
There are even harsher winds blowing between these "wrecks".
Visibility was getting worse and worse, and the glaciers in the distance, the endless ice fields, gradually fell out of his sight.
His consciousness also began to blur a little, and he didn't know how long he had been here.
He also began to lose some confidence and was about to let out a groan of pain.
Suddenly, however, a small but bright flame of green and yellow light appeared in the distant ice field that he could no longer see.
It was just a flash of flames that rushed to the sky, but it caused the cultivator who was still waiting for the message to let out a cheer of great joy
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