The towering white snow, the ice is icy, the biting cold wind is difficult to move.

The snowy mountain in the severe winter should be silent, with only a piece of white and lifeless. If there were no accidents, few creatures would like to set foot here at this time of the season.

However, Xuexia Mountain, which had been silent for months, was broken by a rustling footsteps and heavy breathing today.

Stepping on the snow about a foot thick, panting and gradually weakening, moving his footsteps as tired as mechanically. The cold-proof coat, which had already been frozen, could not stop the cold wind coming everywhere. The bone-wrenching cold made Bingchen, whose expression was already blank, shivering.

Just a few miles away, like a chasm.

Looking at the top of the mountain that was so close, a hint of sadness appeared in Bingchen's eyes.

The warmth of the body gradually dissipated, and the consciousness gradually became confused, like a walking corpse, but there was still a trace of obsession in the depths of his eyes, which drove him to slowly move towards the top of the mountain.

On the eve of sunset, a figure paused step by step on the top of Xuexia Mountain, and finally stayed next to a huge rock filled with snow.

Sitting on the side of the huge rock, there is a thousand-foot cliff in front of it, and below is a glacier surrounding the entire Xuexia Mountain. Looking at it, a piece of plain white, a few wisps of smoke rising up, and lights in front of the window, it seems that his family is sitting around the table.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines outlines a sad sunset in the sky. It looks like a flash of light, Bingchen's eyes returned to a brief brightness.

Looking at the red clouds in the sky, the ice dust showed a sad face.

Familiar places and familiar scenery. Here, he spent more than ten years of his life.

He was left behind since childhood and was raised by Aunt Bing on the banks of the Bing River at the bottom of Xuexia Mountain. He is both sister and mother, Aunt Bing treats him as her own.

I have wanted to call Aunt Bing "Mom" countless times, but I have all stopped me.

"Call me Sister Bing, are I old? I dare to call me mother and smash your ass."

Having said that, in Bingchen's memory, Aunt Bing never hit herself once.

Even if I am naughty and no matter what mistakes I make, Aunt Bing always checks her health for the first thing she does. After ensuring she is safe, she will always say: "Don't worry, leave it to her sister."

Bingchen was carefree at that time. When he was wronged, some people stood up for him, and a warm embrace for him to rely on him. When he was joyful, some people were by his side, listening to his endless sharing.

What impressed Bingchen the most and fascinated him the most was that Aunt Bing brought him to the top of Xuexia Mountain countless times to watch the sunset.

Here, there is the scenery that Aunt Bing loves the most and the most beautiful scenery in Bingchen’s heart.

"When I came, I was alone, and when I left, I was alone." Bingchen murmured with difficulty, wriggling with his frozen purple lips.

Having said that, the trace of attachment in the eyes is vaguely visible.

The sunset passed, and the remaining body temperature of the ice dust disappeared together.

"Picking up in the ice river, growing up in the snow, and burying in the snow, can be regarded as falling leaves returning to their roots." Bingchen said with a sad smile.

As the last afterglow of the sunset dissipated, Bing Chen closed his eyes weakly. As his lips moved slightly, he could not make any sound. He could only vaguely identify it according to his mouth shape, as if he was murmuring: "Aunt Bing!"

However, Bingchen himself didn't notice it. At this time, he was already covered by a faint light. The ice and snow covering his body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his frozen purple skin gradually returned to a hint of rosy.

Yin and Yang are in harmony, and heaven and earth return to the beginning.

It was also at this moment that a crack suddenly appeared when the last ray of rays of rays disappeared, and then a red light shot out from it and flew straight towards the top of Xuexia Mountain.

"The sky never stops my orchid dream!"

A slightly excited and melodious voice came, and then a beautiful figure wearing a red dress and almost transparent body appeared in front of Bing Chen.

There was still a faint fear on her beautiful face, but there was also a hint of excitement in her eyes that she had survived the disaster.

"This is?"

Looking at the faint light emitted from Bingchen's body, Lan Youmeng pondered for a moment, but then she exclaimed.

"The light of chaos, the Chaos Spirit, this is the Chaos Spirit Root!"

His eyes were even more excited, but after a moment, a hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

"Why is a man!"

However, as soon as his words finished, a slight ray of lightning appeared outside his body, making his already faint figure even more unbearable.

Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and a little bit of pain appeared on her beautiful face.

After looking at the sky, Lan Youmeng's eyes were cold and her silver teeth were chewed.

"God, I'm like this, I won't let me go."

In the words, there are both anger and blood and tears.

I knew that there was not much time, and with my current state, I would disappear in less than half an hour, and Lan Youmeng also showed a little panic.

His eyes were turned to Bingchen, who was already in a dying state, and there was a little struggle in his eyes. But after a moment, he sighed and said, "Boy, I have bet on you, but don't be a short-lived person."

With both hands, a faint light flew out from Lan Youmeng's fingertips and sank directly into Bing Chen's eyebrows.

As if he had exhausted his last soul power, Lan Youmeng's face turned even more painful. Her soul body was slightly distorted, and it seemed that she was almost on the verge of collapse.

"I borrow your eighty-year life span, whether you are born or died, and everyone will live or die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bingchen suddenly had a huge blood ray outside his body. Threads of inexplicable power overflowed from his eyebrows. Lan Youmeng's mouth slightly opened and sucked gently, and he swallowed it all into his mouth.

It is visible to the naked eye, and the delicate body is slightly condensed a little, and the lightning arc wrapped around its soul body has also been significantly weakened.

He licked his red lips and said softly: "It's not bad, it's worthy of being the chaotic spiritual root or the pure yang body. The Yuanyang has not been lost, which is beyond my expectations."

It was also at this moment that the gray matter mixed with the blood and energy of the ice dust attracted Lan Youmeng's attention.

"This is!"

With a slightly shocked expression, Lan Youmeng's eyebrows frowned slightly. After a moment of pondering, she pointed out at Bingchen.

If pulled, the gray matter quickly gathers to its fingertips, and within a moment, it condenses into the size of a pigeon egg in its hands.

The little power that had just recovered seemed to be consumed again, Lan Youmeng said weakly, "We're even."

As soon as the words finished, they turned into a red light and disappeared into Bing Chen's eyebrows.

The boundless snow and ice have no direction and no end. A trembling figure curled up between the snow. His eyes were empty and his expression was woody. He was covered by snowflakes in the sky, as if he was waiting for death.

"Boy, you can't just die like this."

A mixed soul impact, a slightly charming and melodious voice came, Bing Chen's mind trembled, and his empty pupils also regained a little bit of spirit.

Looking at the figure in front of him, a stunning flashed in Bingchen's eyes, and there was also a little shock.

"Look again, dig out your eyes." Lan Youmeng said coldly.

After a while, Bingchen came to his senses and his eyes were frozen on Lan Youmeng again.

The fairy figure is beautiful and beautiful, with a beautiful appearance, and her skin is as beautiful as fat, and her temperament is awesome. Especially the red lips are even more attractive. Like a fairy who cannot be desecrated, she is also like a goddess looking down on all living beings. Her temperament does not need to be deliberately revealed at all, and is natural.

After a moment of loss of consciousness, Bingchen asked, "Who are you? Where is this?"

"Oh? You don't know where this is?"

Lan Youmeng's mouth curled slightly and continued, "This is your consciousness world. As for me, it is your dream goddess."

Hearing this, Bing Chen's eyes turned cold in an instant, but after a moment, he sighed softly and said, "You are a cultivator, who breaks into my dying consciousness, why are you?"

"Oh, it seems that he is quite sober." Lan Youmeng joked.

Bingchen didn't answer, but just stared at him coldly.

"I have helped you get rid of the stubborn diseases in your body."

Bingchen was shocked, but he still didn't say anything.

"In exchange, I want your eighty-year life."
Chapter completed!