The two walked side by side, taking one step out of the divine farmland. A hurricane rose out of thin air. The distance between the two steps seemed like two completely different worlds. Xiao Xie hugged his white tiger and was almost blown away.

Xiao Qianye raised his hands to cover his eyes. The wind was too strong, and his thick winter coat was not only unable to withstand the severe cold, but made it even more difficult for him.

"Young Master..." Xiao Xie's voice was quickly lost in the strong wind. He was only one step away from him, but his voice seemed to be coming from an extremely far away place. "The wind here will be particularly strong around the Ghost Festival."

Abnormal...you have to be careful about the snow under your feet!"

"Forget it, you go back." Xiao Qianye took off the clothes he had just put on and threw them to Xiao Xie. He pointed behind him and said, "The wind is a little abnormal. You go back to guard the Shen Farm with Shi Feng and inform Xiao Yibai,

Beware of Thousand Machines Palace."

"Ah?" Xiao Xie raised his head in surprise, thinking that he heard wrongly. He couldn't open his eyes due to the wind, and could only barely see the young pavilion master wearing a thin summer clothes, walking a long way with steady steps.

He had no choice but to use sword energy to resist the cold wind. In this weird weather, if he brought a lieutenant who knew nothing about magic, it would undoubtedly be a hindrance.

Xiao Qianye stared at the snow under his feet. In such a strong wind, the snow particles did not move at all. Moreover, in a region with severe cold all year round like the Weeping Snow Plateau, the snow was not frozen into ice. It was still soft and soft when stepped on.

Whether it is the sacred farmland above or the immortal road below, there is no wind or snow, but the road connecting the two places has such an abnormal climate.

The road was only one mile long, and it would only take a few minutes at most according to his speed, but Xiao Qianye could already feel some peculiar smell in the surrounding air, which made him involuntarily slow down and hold his sword spirit vigilantly.

It was this mile that blocked all the intruders for the Baijiao. When the military pavilion was cleaning up the Baijiao, they attacked from all sides simultaneously, and the detachment he led took the most difficult route from the front.

One mile.

The situation that year was far worse than now. Evil spirits were wandering in the wind and snow, biting the flesh and blood of soldiers. Even Kunlun Mountain's seven-turn sword style could not completely keep up with the surging evil spirits.

Nowadays, with the disintegration of the Bai Sect, the evil spirits of the past have long since ceased to exist. However, the storm has not subsided at all, but has become more serious year after year.

There was a "click" under his feet, and he must have stepped on something. Xiao Qianye took a step back, bent down and pushed aside the snow, his face darkened - they were human bones, so frozen that they could be crushed by a foot.

Not only the other people who tried to attack the Bai Sect, but also more than 3,000 soldiers from the military pavilion died on this mile of road.

Xiao Qianye suddenly closed his eyes in discomfort and buried the bones again with snow. He just came back from Kunlun Mountain that year. He was eager to make contributions and seize power. He also volunteered to lead the team to attack Qianji Palace from the front. They came from the foot of the mountain.

Starting from Fulong Town, they cleared the entire mountain road without any hindrance, and reached the Immortal Path without any effort. Just when the morale of the whole team was high, and they were ready to take down the Shen Farmland in one fell swoop and march straight to the General Altar Thousand Machines Palace,

They entered here.

Then, in an instant, half of the soldiers disappeared.

That was the first time he was frightened by the Baijiao. Different from the traditional Kunlun swordsmanship and immortal arts, the Baijiao presented an unheard-of terrifying evil magic. They could not only control the incorporeal evil spirits in the wind, but also awaken them.

The bones that had been sleeping in the snow for thousands of years were pieced together in various shapes in front of him in a strange manner - people, beasts, and birds. No matter how the sword spirit chopped the bones into pieces, they would all reunite.

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He was trapped here for half a day, and his physical strength quickly reached the limit. Even if he tried swordsmanship with his brothers in Kunlun for a whole day, he never felt soreness in his arms. But that day, he even held the sword

Living with the Sword Spirit seems particularly difficult.

The weird phenomena here ended abruptly after the big brother arrived.

Xiao Qianye's eyes were bright and he suddenly paused - yes, if Xiao Yibai hadn't arrived in time, he would have died along with all the soldiers along this mile.

Later, he met his strongest opponent so far, Cen Ge, the great commander of the Bai Sect.

He knew this person because Uncle Qiu Shui was once the great commander of the Bai religion. Cen Ge had received guidance from his uncle when he was young. He was not completely ignorant of Kunlun's swordsmanship. In addition, Bai Jiao's strange and unpredictable

Teaching martial arts even put him at a disadvantage for a time. Although he was only the great commander, his skills were extremely superb, far superior to the leader of the year, Fei Ying. The evil spirits and bones outside were all controlled by him alone.

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That was his first battle after returning to Feiyuan, and it was also the most dangerous battle. He could not miss it at this time, otherwise the military pavilion would fall into the hands of others and Tianzheng Mansion would be in crisis.

Just when the two of them were inseparable, he seized the fleeting opportunity and used all the Feng Shi sword skills in a few seconds. Cen Ge was caught off guard and finally revealed his flaw. The Feng Shi sword skills defeated the

Da Siming and the mountain wall of the apse were frozen together! In order to prevent the opponent from using weird magic to escape again, he used Feng Shi twice in a row. On the basis of freezing, he was frozen for the second time!

At that moment, he saw shock in Cen Ge's eyes. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, but before he could say the last words, he was sealed in ice.

After Cen Ge was frozen, the evil spirits and bones disappeared, but the wind and snow remained.

Fengxue should have been created by another great commander, Cen Qing, but when he went back to look for Fei Ying and Cen Qing, the two people had disappeared.

Thinking about these past events after eight years, he realized that it was Xiao Yibai who saved him from Cen Ge, and then saved Fei Ying and Cen Qing from his own hands.

"Ha... you are so busy." He muttered involuntarily. Without the obstruction of evil spirits and bones, the wind and snow did not pose a danger to him at all. The path to immortality appeared in front of him, which was a transparent place.

ice platform.

The moment the wind and snow suddenly stopped, he saw the golden "holy light" refracted from the top of the distant Thousand Machines Palace.

Xiao Qianye was shocked and looked at the beam of light in disbelief - he had once come to the Immortal Path to pay homage to the so-called "holy light", but it was a sunny day, and the sun shone on the top of Qianji Palace.

Such a bright golden light is reflected on a piece of amber jade, but it is already late at night, it is still cloudy today, and there is not even a moon. Why is that holy light still so dazzling?

In a daze, he remembered the warnings from everyone in the imperial capital - the White Sect is a cult.

Is the Baijiao...really a cult?

Xiao Qianye's hand holding the sword gradually became stronger, and a huge wave of shock surged in his heart. Baijiao is one of the oldest religions in Feiyuan. Its history is almost the same as that of the Sun and Moon Temple in Yangchuan. It is the only religion.

The difference is that its successive leaders must be foreigners with extremely rare and noble blood. According to the ancient records in the White Sect, since the sect was founded, almost all of the 140 recorded leaders were the 72 in that year.

Department members.

It is said that when the White Sect chooses a new leader, it must drop blood on the throne of the Thousand Machines Palace. Only those who can make the Lotus Seat light up with fire are qualified to take over the White Sect.

To humans, it is undoubtedly a cult, but to aliens, it is actually closer to a divine religion.

Could it be that the lotus throne and the amber jade on its top still hide any unknown secrets?

Thinking of this, Xiao Qianye anxiously prepared to walk back. At this moment, little lights suddenly lit up along the mountain road along the Immortal Path.

He stopped involuntarily and turned around to look at the rugged mountain road. Prayer lamps had been hung on both sides of the road, because the Garo people believed that the closer you were to the path to immortality, the easier it would be for the gods to hear your prayers.

So every year, many people rush to come here and be the first to hang up their prayer lanterns.

These lamps will not light up on their own. Only when the Snow Lake Festival is turned on will they be lit by an unknown spiritual power. The candle in the center will be lit.

He immediately realized a problem. Now in the Palace of Thousand Machines, someone started the Snow Lake Festival.

Is it Hiying... He thought silently, the Snow Lake Festival can only be opened by the leader of the past generations. Does this mean that he knew that he had joined Feng Mo, so he just started playing the Snow Lake Festival in front of him without avoiding suspicion?

"Huh." Although he was a little unhappy, he still curiously walked down the mountain road and carefully looked at the prayer lanterns on the roadside.

The lamp was made by the Garo people themselves. It was very rough and simple. There was a candle wick tied inside. The flame was directly attached to the wick. It had no temperature and was just like a candle flame.

There is a row of small characters written crookedly on the paper lantern: "My parents will live long and my brother will be in good health."

His eyes were stung by this line of words, so he bit his lip gently and stared blankly at the paper lantern for a long time.

Parents live long... His parents are gone long ago. He left home when he was young, and his parents' faces have become blurry. His brother Ankang? Xiao Yibai lacks a soul, and the word "Ankang" is probably just an extravagant hope.

Xiao Qianye shook his head with a wry smile and continued walking forward, carefully watching every prayer.

As he walked in the extinguishing light of the fire, time and space seemed to be confused in an instant. His eyes were dazzled, and he saw many strange figures in front of him.

Xiao Qianye was startled, and when he looked again, he actually saw Xi Hui and Huang Yan in the crowd!

They stood in front of the tall and majestic temple. Countless sky lanterns floated in from below. A woman in white gently caught the lantern. The candlelight reflected her stunning face, shimmering like a goddess.

"Liaoyan, what's written on it?" Someone asked her, but what they shouted out was the name of the god of prophecy in heaven.

The goddess smiled, and that smile was so calm that it seemed to melt all the coldness, and said: "The soul has returned to its hometown... It must be a lost soul."

"The soul returns home..." Xiao Qianye pressed his forehead and felt the pain of tearing in his brain. These four words seemed to awaken memories that had been buried for thousands of years, making his body tremble involuntarily.

The mountain wall next to it.

Is that the memory of Di Zhong when he was the God of War? Together with his fellow practitioners, he went up to the heaven in the realm of God, listening to the sounds of thousands of drifting islands.

The sound... seems to be other sounds.

Xiao Qianye stared at the mountain road in front of him. At the end of his gaze, there was a pair of figures supporting each other and walking up with great difficulty. The man held a paper lantern in one hand and held the other hand tightly.

The women, wrapped in shabby winter clothes, looked very embarrassed, but their cheeks turned red from the cold were still filled with happy and contented smiles.

The two of them hadn't noticed Xiao Qianye not far away, walking around, breathing into the palms of their hands to keep warm, and whispering to each other from time to time, like a newlywed couple.

There was a cold light of disdain in Xiao Qianye's eyes. These two people should be common people in the town at the foot of the mountain. Walking the seventy-mile mountain road from Fulong Town at such a late night just to hang up a lantern? What if something happened on the road?

Danger, will there really be gods in that empty Thousand Machines Palace to save them?

Only then did the man see the man in military uniform in front of him, and he immediately grabbed his wife and stopped.

"Oh! Are you the believer who came to hang the lamp together?" The young wife hadn't noticed who he was yet. She looked at him up and down several times and exclaimed: "Aren't you cold with so little clothes on? Come on from here again.

We're going back down the mountain to Fulong Town, I'm afraid it's going to be dawn, but don't be caught by the cold wind, the doctors in the town have been too busy recently!"

Xiao Qianye frowned. Fulong Town is a town with a relatively large population in Jialuo. There are about seven or eight thousand people in total. Although the town is small, it is well-equipped. Villagers from nearby small villages will also come to the town to go to the market for medical treatment.

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"Diya, don't talk nonsense to him. He is the master of the military pavilion." The man protected his wife behind him unhappily and pointed at the sword spirit in his hand, which was glowing with white light. "He has the golden order of the military pavilion master on his shoulder.

He also holds a white sword in his hand, he is the master of the military pavilion!"

"Master of the Military Pavilion?" Diya was shocked and frightened. Naturally, she knew what these three words meant. She quickly hid behind her husband, then sneaked her head out and looked at him fearfully.

"You hang up your paper lanterns and don't worry about me. Even though I don't believe in the Bai religion, I won't destroy these things."

"Let's go, ignore him." The man snorted coldly and pulled his wife to continue climbing up. Xiao Qianye took the initiative to step aside. The two of them stood up on tiptoes and put the paper lanterns they were carrying.
To be continued...