Chapter 459

(after reading everyone's opinions, I find that the surname Bai is really wrong. There are too many princesses surnamed Bai. They simply call them Xueji... Meimeida.)

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There are many kinds of snowmen in the world. As for how many kinds there are, it all depends on the imagination of those children who like to play with snow and the southern people who rarely see snow.

The snowman looks like the most common one. He is very small, chubby, but his face is too clean, missing a carrot and a dry red pepper.

But if you look closely, you will find that this Snowman has two special places.

It has long white hair, which falls to the ground. It doesn't know whether it is made of snow or what. It looks very real, but it gives people an unreal feeling because it is too real.

Secondly, its eyes are very deep, black and palpitating. It looks like some dreams. Of course, it should be more nightmares.

It should be a woman, so it should be called Xueji.

Xueji looked at the mountain quietly.

There is an endless sea of fire. You can still feel the high temperature and heat wave from there from so far away.

Ice and fire are incompatible. Any flame is a provocation to her, not to mention the fire of Yanggang such as the burning sun flag.

She also felt that her subjects were going to die in the sea of fire.

These flames are strange. She is in the weakest moment and is likely to be hurt by those flames.

She was not afraid. She just looked at the side quietly and analyzed the situation there according to the deepest fighting instinct of her blood. She might leave or pass.

At this time, she suddenly felt a breath.

The moment she felt the breath, a storm arose in the ocean of consciousness and was forced to stop the calculation of unimaginable speed.

The breath came from a place she had never set foot in. It was extremely cold. Its essence was almost no trace of movement, and it was about to approach absolute stillness.

Absolute cold and stillness are the most terrible things. Even she feels a little terrible, but at the same time, it is the highest realm of her life pursuit and the strongest desire deeply buried in her instinct.

This pursuit and desire is the source of the ocean storm of consciousness.

Xueji stood up, still very short.

She walked towards the mountain.

Her gait is very strange. It seems that her feet are placed in a white cloth bag and can only jump forward. It looks like a rabbit in a fairy tale.

Such a strange posture, but the speed was very fast. It was only a few seconds before she came to the other side of the mountain.

This is a snow mountain, and the foothills are full of previously fallen snow.

Snow is her servant.

There is fire everywhere on this side of the mountain. The fire that comes out of the ground, the fire that falls from the clouds, the evaporated ice stream, and the burned stones are like purgatory on earth.

For her, who had never left the ice peak and snow field, this was a picture she had never seen, which caused her extreme discomfort and displeasure.

Wang Xiaoming stood on the snow mountain cliff. She didn't even look at it.

She doesn't care about any weak human beings. Although the flag is the source of these strange fires, it's not what she wants to confirm most now.

Her eyes fell on the blue sky in the distance, saw the cold cicada, and thought that it didn't matter whether she was a humble people or the most humble one.

Then she saw the sand on the blue sky mirror, then she felt something, and then looked back at the cold cicada.

The sediment brought back by these wells from the universe is no longer as cold as before, the temperature is very high, and even has begun to burn.

The cold cicada is already bright red. It looks like it is ripe.

No matter how she looked, there was no possibility of cold here, but she was very sure that the cold she was looking for was here, at least once in these sands and the humble people.

Her eyes became more deep and quiet, the snow around her suddenly sank, and a layer of extremely hard ice formed on the surface.

The instinctive desire from the deepest part of life and the pursuit of that realm made her jump into the distance... Regardless of the fire.

A white line appeared in the sky, passing through countless layers of fire, leaving a hole.

With a light bang, Xueji fell on the wasteland under the blue sky mirror.

The flames on the wasteland kept burning, devoured her in it, and then went out in an instant. The hot stone she stepped on formed frost on the surface, and then broke in an instant.

Xueji looked up at the blue sky.

The wasteland became very quiet and dead.

The sky fire falling from the clouds and the tongue of fire rolling out from the cracks in the ground seem to have lost all their voices.

Qing'er sat on Tong Yan's shoulder and looked at the snowman on the ground. His face was pale. He thought what kind of monster was this?

Looking at the snowman, the cold cicada felt extreme fear and couldn't deal with the spiritual impact. She directly hiccupped and fainted and fell from Tong Yan's shoulder.

The cold cicada, like a snowflake, fell on Xueji's head, just like Liu ADA's head before, making a delicate and beautiful bow.

Xueji was very satisfied with its consciousness. She flew to the blue sky mirror and looked down at the sand.

The sand was burning, giving off a burnt smell she didn't like, but there was a taste she liked best.

Xueji closed her eyes and looked intoxicated.

If she could breathe, she would take a deep breath.

At this time, the sky fire summoned by the burning sun flag fell again and bombarded qingtianjian.

Those sands were splashed and scattered, and the smell gradually disappeared, just like the smell of cold cicadas.

Xueji opened her eyes and looked at the sky.

She didn't show her emotions, but the whole world knew her anger.

She didn't make a sound, but the whole world heard her scream.

Hundreds of invisible waves carrying snowflakes from nowhere shot into the sky. It looked like a snow waterfall from the blue sky!

The snow waterfall and the flowing fire all over the sky met in the sky, making countless roars, generating a storm, rolling the ground wildfire and shaking constantly, so that the heaven and earth changed color.

The flowing fire kept falling, the ice and snow gradually melted, Xueji's face was slightly wet, and some water seeped from her feet.

The water was also very cold. It kept flowing on the surface of qingtianjian and easily quenched the fire in the sand.

The child's face floated in the sky, pale, thinking about the silent roar... The sharply reduced temperature at this time... What on earth came?

Then he suddenly found that the cosmic front blocking the ground fire below had suddenly disappeared.

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The burning sun flag is worthy of being one of the most powerful magic weapons in the world.

Those fire walls cut off the world and left Xueji's silent howling in front of the snow mountain.

But those cracks under the ground can always miss some of the past.

By the lava river deep underground, the fire carp king also heard the sound, and his eyes immediately showed a look of fear, thinking how did that come out?

It struggled whether to go out or not. Finally, it chose to stay in the magma because it was really afraid. Who could beat this one?

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Wang Xiaoming didn't know who was coming, but he clearly felt that the flag fire had been swallowed up a lot.

He was extremely shocked by this fact. After he succeeded in refining the burning sun flag, he was invincible. Even the fire king who was sent by Zhongzhou to stay in juhun valley was not the opponent of the burning sun flag. Who is it? It can swallow Yang fire! Is it an immortal level magic weapon similar to the burning sun flag? But where does Chaotian mainland have such things?

The space in front of the cliff was suddenly torn open, and the cosmofront appeared in the air!

The body of the sword was still hot, but it was extremely bright. It was cold against the snow mountain.

The burning sun flag automatically turned up and involved the cosmofront, which immediately couldn't move forward.

Pearl of rice, also put Guanghua?

Just as Wang Xiaoming was thinking about this sentence, a colder figure suddenly appeared in front of the cliff.

Well nine crossed the sea of fire and came to the field. He reached out to hold the hilt of the cosmofront and sent it forward.

There was a soft hiss.

Yuzhoufeng came out of the flag and stabbed Wang Xiaoming.

Black smoke came from the cliff, and countless fire groups were scattered from the burning sun flags. Wang Xiaoming hid by fire and screamed, "do you think this can stab me?"

While he screamed out these eight words, the ghosts in the burning sun flag had cried countless times, and the fire swept away.

This is the combination of Yang Gang's fire and Yin Ling's cry.

In the face of such evil means, even the big things in tongtianjing will feel a little tricky.

Those ghost cries had no effect on Jing Jiu, but the fire of Yanggang was really terrible. Even his body could only support for a moment.

This moment is at most eight words.

The outcome is in a moment.

In this moment, well nine produced a sword, actually more than 3000 swords.

More than 3000 swords were blocked by the burning sun flag, and only a few fell on Wang Xiaoming and cut several blood marks.

Also in this moment, the fire of the burning sun flag has swallowed up Jing Jiu's body.

By this time, other practitioners had turned into a blue smoke.

Jingjiu didn't die, but he was also seriously injured. The white clothes made of Tian silk were burned into silk strands, and there were burnt marks on his body.

The burning sun flag is too terrible. He can't resist positively in his current state. If he doesn't retreat, he will die on the spot, but he is still calm and obviously has means.

Suddenly a silent scream came from the wasteland, and a violent breath came at high speed.

The snow mountain shook uneasily, and countless ice and snow fell, drowning the cliff in an instant.

Wang Xiaoming fell at the foot of the cliff, retreated hundreds of feet with a burning sun flag in his hand, looked warily at the distance and protected himself tightly.

Jing Jiu looked unprecedentedly dignified. He pointed his right hand together as a sword and drew an array with Chengtian sword technique as fast as possible. The wind roared, and a white shadow came to the snow mountain, with a chill more terrible than ice and snow. It took well nine a long time to figure out a weakness of the burning sun flag, and then he could cross the sea of fire to the snow mountain with the nether fairy sword. Xueji rushed over directly, and the degree of difficulty between the two is as different as heaven and earth. Through the fire of the burning sun flag, Xueji also paid some price. The surface of her body melted a lot and looked slimmer. The cold fog spread around her, and the residual fire on the ground was gradually extinguished. The burning sun streamers fluttered in the wind, generating countless flames and floating towards her. She is like a cold black hole, which can absorb all the light and heat in the world. Wang Xiaoming was shocked and speechless. Xueji didn't even look at him. She went to Jing Jiu and reached for the cosmofront. She held the sword and looked down carefully, very carefully. It's like appreciating a painting. Or a universe. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.