The fifth volume of the stroke of magic, the first chapter of her
The door of the Kingdom of God was destroyed, the sky shook, and then cracks appeared. Countless white stones, neither gold nor jade, collapsed from those cracks, cut through the sky, and roared to the world.
Tens of thousands of meteorites with tails of fire fell on the quiet ocean, setting off terrifying giant waves and burning into the sky. Countless birds and fish died, rising and falling with the waves.
Among the meteorites in the sky, there is a unique stone, an almost transparent crystal, which draws a bright arc on the sky and falls towards the cold snow sea in the far north.
It is almost eternal night here, and the night is as dark as a curtain. Under the dim starlight, you can see a majestic and terrifying snow peak. The snow peak is so high that the peak seems to pierce the night sky.
The crystal-like transparent stone flew from a distance, scratched a bright line in the sky, illuminated the dark night sky for a moment, and then crashed into the snowy peak.
With a bang, the thick thousand-year-old snow was impacted and fell, revealing a piece of cliff. You could vaguely see a dark cave entrance about ten feet in diameter, which may have penetrated deep into the belly of the mountain.
The falling snow continued to slide down, and it didn't take long for the hole to be filled up. The sound of the previous impact dispersed towards the distant night sky and the ice and black sea on both sides of the snow peaks, and the world returned to silence.
Except for the sound of cold trees being cracked by the frost, the world around Xuefeng was absolutely quiet. After this state continued for a while, the howling wind suddenly sounded from nowhere, and then a heavy rain hit.
This is the northernmost point of the world, the coldest place, and the darkest place. It has never rained for countless thousands of years, but this rain lasts for months at a time and seems to never stop.
The heavy rain kept falling, knocking out countless black holes in the snow on the surface of Atami, which looked like the exits of ant nests. The Black Sea on the other side of the mountain was also shaken by the heavy rain, and the ink-like sea water was filled with various colors.
The shape of the bubbles looks a bit disgusting, and it looks like there are a lot of fish inside.
At the same time, the snow on the snow peaks was continuously washed away, gradually revealing the color of the peak itself, which was a deep black color that contrasted with the remaining ice and snow, making it look mottled.
This heavy rain that lasted for several months suddenly stopped at a certain moment, very suddenly, just like the moment when the sky started to rain, the world around Xuefeng became quiet again.
Suddenly a hurricane came from the night sky, blowing away the dark clouds, revealing the sky full of stars, and the new bright moon. The quiet Black Sea was rolled by the waves blown by the hurricane, and the snow layer on the surface of Atami was blown away.
White smoke billowed out, and the traces left by the heavy rain were instantly smoothed away.
The silence after the wind stopped was suddenly broken by a voice.
It was as if someone had opened a door between heaven and earth. The door had not been opened for tens of thousands of years and was already extremely rusty, so the squeak sounded so heavy.
This sound became louder and louder, reverberating between heaven and earth. The world of ice and snow seemed very uneasy. The surface of the hot sea cracked, and a peony fish jumped out from the depths of the sea. It was instantly frozen by the cold and turned into a transparent jade fish, and ten more
The remaining black crow flew from the south, squawked, and perched on the frost-covered cold branches.
The black crow looked at the snow peak, and the sound came from the snow peak.
This snowy peak is the farthest, coldest and highest peak in the world. It was mottled by heavy rains a few days ago. Now it looks like a rusty iron rod standing between heaven and earth.
A dark stone front appeared in the middle of the snow peak, and it was spreading and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. The heavy mountain rocks deformed, rubbed and tore apart, making harsh sounds.
That terrifying squeaking sound was not that the rusty door was being pushed open, but that the rusty stick was about to break.
As time went by, the sound of the cliff breaking became clearer and clearer, the black stone crack expanded wider and wider, and the upper half of the snow peak fell backward faster and faster.
Finally one day, the snow peak broke from it, and the upper half of the mountain peak, like a majestic city, fell into the black ocean behind the mountain with a deafening and terrifying friction sound.
The sky and the earth shook, and a giant gun tens of feet high was raised on the black ocean. Shells and sand that had been sinking on the seabed for countless years were shaken out of the sea, scattered everywhere, and then swept away by the giant gun.
More than ten days later, the tide suddenly rose on the coast of the River Country. The fishermen were very surprised. They couldn't understand why there were waves coming when it was clear that the sea was clear and the sky was clear and there was only a gentle breeze.
No one knows that these waves come from the farthest Black Sea, the Black Sea and the remaining half of the snow peaks, nor do they know how much shock, confusion and speculation they have brought to the world. At this time, the snow peaks have returned to silence again, and the bright moonlight and starlight have returned.
Quietly illuminating the cross-section of the snow peak.
The cross-section of the snow peak is not smooth, and looks like the stubble of a willow tree that has been forcibly broken. Sharp rocks protrude from the black cliff, like a dangerous stone forest.
There is a white spot among the black cliff rocks.
She was a naked woman, her skin whiter than fresh snow. No matter whether the warm moonlight or the cold starlight fell on her body, no color was left behind, it was just pure white.
She had her eyes closed, as if she was in deep sleep, and her slender and slightly raised eyelashes did not tremble at all. Her face was ordinary, or rather without any features, and there was a childlike look between her eyebrows.
Compared with the ordinary appearance, her body is very special - her skin is as smooth as satin, without even the smallest scar, it is perfect, her body is very plump, illuminated by the moonlight and starlight, and glowing like jade
The texture, among the black cliff stones, is like snow-white steamed buns on a black porcelain plate.
Blinking her eyelashes, she opened her eyes and woke up, stood up and looked around.
She stood up very tall, seemingly taller than ordinary men. There were no impurities or emotions in her eyes, only the purest black and white.
She noticed that the stars between the cliffs were a little bright. Looking up, she saw the bright moon in the night sky - this was a picture she had seen in her dream many years ago, and it was also the picture she hated the most.
, so her brows frowned slightly, and she became more alert, and finally had a breath of life.
Snow Peak is the highest place in the world. Even if half of it is broken, the cliff is still closest to the night sky, which means it is closest to the bright moon. She doesn't like the bright moon, so she decides to leave.
There were many sharp rocks on the cliff face. Even the most powerful cultivator in the world would find it a little troublesome to walk among them. However, she didn't care and walked casually. When her red jade feet stepped on them, the soles of her feet would feel
A white lotus flower was born, supporting her plump but seemingly weightless body.
Among the black cliffs and snowy peaks, white lotuses were in full bloom, arranged in rows, forming a straight mountain path that led directly to the bottom of the snowy peaks. She stepped down on the lotus, and the liquid flowed along with it.
More than a dozen black crows flew to the foot of the snow-capped peaks to welcome her return or arrival. They carried exotic wildflowers and grasses they didn't know where to find in their beaks and kept flying around her.
The black crows sprinkled the wild flowers and grass in their beaks onto her naked body, then flew hundreds of feet into the sky, and she now had a green dress embroidered with flowers.
She looked at the clothes on her body and felt that there were some things that were difficult to understand. She loosened the skirt of her clothes and loosened the belt around her waist. She found that it was still a little tight and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
She walked to the snow on the surface of Atami, looked at the dozens of peony fish that had been frozen into jade fish, and remembered something. After a moment of silence, she walked south.
White lotus is born on the sole of the foot.
In the first moment, she walked a thousand miles. In the next moment, she walked three hundred miles. Then it took her a day to reach the edge of the snowfield.
She found that her speed was getting slower and slower, and the breath in her body was getting turbid, so her brows frowned more and more, as if there were a few cold and stern expressions in her transparent eyes.
She was not used to this dirty world, not used to such a slow speed, and what she was most unaccustomed to, and did not understand, was why her body was so plump.
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Although the walk was slow, she was not tired, so she finally reached the wilderness and saw the field after the rain, the yellowish autumn grass, and the few tents that exuded a putrid smell.
This is a small tribe in the Golden Horde. Many people have died in it. The carrion on the corpses has been eaten clean by wild beasts on the grassland. It seems that they have been dead for many days.
She took a casual look and clearly saw everything that happened in these tents at that time. The murderer used a heavy iron knife, which was used to cutting people's throats.
Her eyebrows furrowed again, because she remembered the iron knife, and also remembered that the man liked to use the iron knife to cut off people's throats, because the man said that it was the most labor-saving and surest way.
She was silent for a short moment, and then stopped thinking about that matter. As long as she killed that person and wiped out this period of history in the world, naturally those memories would no longer exist.
She felt a little hungry, so she found a dozen bags of kumiss in the tent, and stood among the bones, drinking all the wine. In her eyes, there was no difference between human beings and grass, so these bones were the same as those made of grass on her body.
There is no difference in clothes, so there will naturally be no low-level physiological reactions like nausea.
Moreover, she was very good at drinking and liked drinking.
She drank more than a dozen bags of kumiss in an instant. Her expression did not change at all, but when she looked at her plump body, she once again showed an expression of disgust.
At this moment, the rapid sound of horse hooves could be heard outside the tent, and whistles could also be heard, which seemed a bit chaotic. She listened quietly for a while and then walked out of the tent.
More than ten cavalrymen from the Royal Court of the Golden Horde galloped over. Judging from the equipment, they should be rangers serving as the outpost of the army.
These rangers smelled the rotten smell coming from the tent, and their expressions changed suddenly. They pulled out the scimitars from their waists, pointed at her and shouted questions, but they didn't know what they were talking about.
This was the first group of people she had truly seen in the human world, so she decided to forgive the other party's disrespect, not to bring the wrath of divine punishment on them, but to let them die directly.
She walked towards the cavalry, her face expressionless.
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