Towering white snow, streaks of ice, and biting cold wind made the journey difficult and difficult.

In the severe winter, Xuexia Mountain should be completely silent, with the only area being white and lifeless. If nothing unexpected happens, few living beings would be willing to set foot here during this season.

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

Stepping on the foot-thick snow, panting for gradually weakening breath, I moved my steps mechanically and tiredly. The cold-proof coat, which had already been frozen stiff, could not stop the cold wind blowing from all directions, and the bone-piercing cold made me feel uncomfortable.

Bingchen, whose expression had long been dull, couldn't help but shudder.

The few miles of road are like a chasm across the sky.

Looking at the nearby mountain top, Bingchen's eyes revealed a trace of sadness.

The remaining warmth in his body gradually dissipated, and his consciousness gradually became hazy, like a walking corpse. Only a trace of obsession remained deep in his eyes, driving him to move slowly towards the top of the mountain.

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

Sitting on the side of the boulder, there is a thousand-foot cliff in front, and below is a glacier that surrounds the entire Xuexia Mountain. As far as the eye can see, it is plain white, with a few wisps of smoke rising from the kitchen, and a little light in front of the window, and it seems that his family can be seen in front of the window.

Sit around the table.

The afterglow of the setting sun outlined a sad and beautiful sunset on the horizon. As if reflecting back on the light, Bing Chen's eyes regained a brief clarity.

Looking at the red clouds on the horizon, Bing Chen looked sad.

Familiar place, familiar scenery. Here, he spent the best ten years of his life.

He was abandoned since he was a child and was raised by Aunt Bing on the bank of the glacier at the bottom of Xuexia Mountain. She is both sister and mother, and Aunt Bing treats him as her own child.

I tried to call Aunt Bing mom countless times, but she stopped her every time.

"Call me Sister Bing. Sister, am I old? If you dare to call me Mom, I'll spank you."

Even so, in Bingchen's memory, Aunt Bing had never hit herself once.

Even if she is naughty and mischievous, no matter what mistakes she makes, the first thing Aunt Bing does is always check her body. After making sure she is fine, she will always say: "Don't worry, leave it to my sister."

At that time, Bingchen was carefree. When he was wronged, he had someone to stand up for him, and he had a warm embrace for him to rely on. When he was happy, he had someone by his side, listening to his endless sharing.

What impressed Bing Chen the most and fascinated him the most was the countless times Aunt Bing took him to the top of the Snowy Cloud Mountain to watch the sunset.

Here is Aunt Bing's favorite scenery, and it is also the most beautiful scenery in Bingchen's heart.

"I was alone when I came, and I was alone when I left." Bingchen murmured with difficulty as his lips turned purple from the cold.

Even so, the trace of nostalgia in his eyes is still vaguely visible.

The sunset faded away, dissipating with it the remaining body heat of Bingchen.

"Picked up in the glacier, outlived by the snowy clouds, buried in the snowy clouds, it can be regarded as a fallen leaf returning to its roots." Bingchen said with a sad smile.

As the last rays of the setting sun dissipated, Bing Chen feebly closed his eyes. His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. He could only vaguely discern what he was whispering based on the shape of his mouth: "Aunt Bing!"

However, Bing Chen himself didn't notice that at this time, he was shrouded in a faint layer of light. The ice and snow covering his body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin, which was frozen purple, gradually regained its rosy color.

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When yin and yang are in harmony, heaven and earth return to their original state.

It was at this time that a crack suddenly appeared from where the last ray of glow dissipated, and then, a ray of red light shot out from it and flew straight towards the top of the Xuexia Mountain.

"Heaven will never stop me, Lan Youmeng!"

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

There was still a slight lingering fear on her beautiful face, but there was also a hint of excitement about surviving the disaster in her eyes.

"This is?"

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

"The light of chaos, the enlightenment of chaos, this is the spiritual root of chaos!"

The excitement in his eyes became even more intense, but after a moment, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face.

"Why is he a man?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a trace of lightning arc appeared outside his body, making the already weak figure even more miserable.

Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of pain appeared on her beautiful face.

Looking at the sky, Lan Youmeng's eyes were cold and her teeth were clenched.

"God damn it, I'm like this and you still don't let me go."

In his words, there was both anger and accusations of blood and tears.

Knowing that she didn't have much time, and in her current state, she would disappear in less than half an hour, Lan Youmeng also showed a hint of panic.

He once again cast his gaze at Bing Chen, who was on the verge of death. There was obviously some struggle in his eyes. But after a moment, he sighed softly and said: "Boy, I have bet my life on you, but you must not be a short-lived prime minister.

yes."

With both hands making a secret, a ray of light flew out from Lan Youmeng's fingertips and went straight into the center of Bingchen's eyebrows.

As if the last of her soul power had been exhausted, Lan Youmeng's expression became even more painful. Her soul body was slightly distorted, and she seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"I will lend you eighty years of life. Whether you live or die, you can live in peace with your destiny."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Chen's body suddenly glowed with blood. Wisps of inexplicable power overflowed from the center of his eyebrows. Lan Youmeng Tan's mouth opened slightly, and with a slight suction, he swallowed all of it.

Visible to the naked eye, the delicate body has become slightly firmer, and the lightning arcs wrapped around its soul have also been significantly weakened.

Licking her red lips, she said in a soft voice: "Not bad. It is indeed a chaotic spiritual root, and it is also a body of pure Yang. The original Yang has not been lost. This is beyond my expectation."

It was at this time that the gray substance mixed with Bingchen's blood attracted Lan Youmeng's attention.

"This is!"

Looking slightly startled, Lan Youmeng frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she pointed towards Bing Chen.

If pulled, those gray substances quickly gathered towards his fingertips, and within a moment, they condensed into a ball the size of a pigeon egg in his hand.

The little strength she had just recovered seemed to have been consumed by most of it. Lan Youmeng said in a weak voice: "We are even."

As soon as the words fell, they turned into a flash of red light and disappeared between Bingchen's eyebrows.

The boundless ice and snow has no direction and no end. A shivering figure is curled up in the vast snow. Its eyes are empty and its expression is dull. The sky is covered with snowflakes, as if it is waiting for death.

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

A slightly charming, melodious and melodious voice mixed with the impact of the soul came. Bing Chen's heart trembled, and his empty pupils regained some of their energy.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Bing Chen's eyes flashed with surprise and a bit of surprise.

"Look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs." Lan Youmeng said coldly.

After a while, Bing Chen came back to his senses and fixed his eyes on Lan Youmeng again.

Her celestial beauty and jade-colored beauty captivate a country, her skin is as thick as fat, and her temperament is awe-inspiring. Especially her red lips, which are even more alluring. She is like an ethereal fairy who cannot be blasphemed, or a goddess who looks down on all living beings from a high place. That kind of temperament does not need to be deliberate at all.

Revealed, completely natural.

After a moment of confusion, Bingchen asked: "Who are you? Where is this?"

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

The corners of Lan Youmeng's lips curled up slightly, and she continued: "This is your conscious world, and as for me, I am the goddess in your dreams."

Hearing this, Bing Chen's eyes turned cold for a moment, but after a moment he sighed softly and said: "You, an immortal cultivator, broke into the consciousness of a dying man like me. What are you doing?"

"Oh, it seems you are quite awake." Lan Youmeng joked.

Bingchen didn't answer, just stared coldly.

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

Bingchen was shocked, but still didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!