Chapter 347: North Sea, Leaning Tower...

In the extreme north, there is a lot of wind and snow, and the cold wind blows in the north. Looking around, within thousands of miles, there is a vast mountain and river that is hard to see.

In the cold wind, a thin man, tightly wrapped in a thin black robe, walked slowly step by step in the snow above his knees, looking up from time to time, a little black that was half hidden in the dense wind and snow.

Not far from the thin man, a huge mountain was erected between the sky and the earth, with strange peaks and mountains, clusters of like waves, countless oblique ice rocks stretched to the sky, and on each corner of the ice peak, a war clan with a straight body stood, wearing an extremely white battle robe dancing in the wind, and his body almost merged with the surrounding wind and snow.

This is where the Zhan Clan once the Zhan Emperor Palace. Now, except for the hundreds of Zhan Clans standing on the ice edge of Tufeng, there are very few Zhan Clans who are left here. Most of the Zhan Clans have been removed from their former sword domain by the Zhan Emperor, and they have to guard or participate in that battle, which is extremely important for the Zhan Emperor...

Feng Yun Wuji was like an ordinary person, walking in the long wind and snow not far from Zhan Di Peak, and did not attract the attention of any Zhan tribe. At the top of the peak, breaths of varying strength and weakness were transmitted into Feng Yun Wuji's heart. Although some of the auras were as powerful as the mid-stage god-level state, Feng Yun Wuji passed by Zhan Di Peak like a traveler, but did not alarm anyone.

Beside him, with Feng Yun Wuji's footsteps, some snow suddenly rose from his feet. As the air flow was spinning, snowflakes intentionally or unintentionally covered Feng Yun Wuji's figure half-hidden. From a distance, Feng Yun Wuji faced the air on the side of Zhan Di Peak, twisting from time to time, and cooperating with the not much. The wind and snow that was scrolling regularly covered the black robe. Looking away, there was a vast area and no one was seen...

No matter the wind and snow rolling, or the air twisting, it did not cause any energy fluctuations that could attract the warriors entrenched on the top of the peak. All of this naturally seemed to be the natural changes in the wind and snow between the sky and the earth. No one expected that in the Demon Realm, the Sword God who had to retreat to heal after forcing Emperor Zhan to come back, was so close to Emperor Zhan at this moment...

Trepidation!

A sharp sound came from the white clouds. The special loud cry of the war eagle raised by the war race made Feng Yun Wuji, who was walking, move slightly. Frowning, Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but raise his head, and his huge spirit broke out quietly and spread forward. The sky was only connected into a cloud layer without any other snow. However, Feng Yun Wuji's dark pupils that looked up to the sky, from the thick clouds, a vigorous and powerful blurred black shadow gradually appeared, and the black shadow stretched out its wings. Looking down at the earth at a very high place...

Feng Yun Wuji's consciousness speed suddenly increased, like a tide, from all directions, towards the vigorous war eagle...

Trepid! ~

Another scream of cried pierced the clouds from the sky and sank into the earth.

A smile appeared from Feng Yun Wuji's mouth. He smiled. Feng Yun Wuji spread his sleeves and lowered his head. He still slowly walked towards the holy land Xuanyuan Hill in his heart...

On this day, the war eagle screamed over Zhandi Peak for a whole day. Then, the general on the top of the peak discovered that the war eagle had actually been spinning along the same circular track in the sky for a whole day...

Xuanyuan Hill in Beihai is a holy place in the minds of humans. Every year, some unknown pilgrims will go to this holy place to repent and pilgrimage. No matter what their identity is outside this area, everyone here maintains a humble and respectful heart...

In ancient times, there were many people who struggled for their ideals in their hearts, and they might have failed. In this process, they might have committed many sins, but they were not noticed. But here they are all respectable, and in their hearts, they are pure.

Standing in the snow, Fengyun Wuji looked indifferently at the Beihai Xuanyuan Hill that was looming in the distance, with a complicated look on his face, and his right leg took a step towards the Beihai Xuanyuan Hill, and finally shrank back.

"There are many human races who die at my hands... Xuanyuan Qiu... In the future, I'm afraid it's hard for me to have the face to step into that place..." With a long sigh, Feng Yun Wuji turned his foot and headed towards the other side, who had been sleeping overnight with Ying Huo and walked towards the Leaning Tower...

Perhaps it was because of the wrong time. Along the way, Fengyun Wuji found several pilgrims in black robe. Compared with the last pilgrimage, during this time, the pilgrimages who were moving towards the North Sea were very sparse.

Although I don’t know why and how that tradition arose, every black-robed pilgrim who went to Beihai to confess has abide by this tradition... Here, everyone returned to the initial state of the billion-dollar plane - everyone gave up their own knowledge and came here to worship as an ordinary tribe of the billion-dollar plane to find the most precious and original place in their hearts.

The three leaning towers were about to fall but not fallen. The tower was covered with thick snow, like a witness, witnessing the sincere footprints of the pilgrims.

Gently push open the half-dead wooden door, the snow of the big bunch slid down from the wooden top, falling on Fengyun Wuji's shoulders, and then shook to the ground, making a rustling sound. Fengyun Wuji, like other pilgrims, slowly stepped into the leaning tower like a ghost.

The cold weather, externally turned into a deserted snow, became a thick layer of ice on the ground of the leaning tower. Although the ground was cold, several pilgrims sat cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed and motionless. No one spoke or had the desire to communicate with others. Everyone, their own world, was sad and solemn...

Feng Yun Wuji slowly stepped on the silence and moaned, sprinkled with snow-covered wooden ladder leaking through the gap, slowly walked up to the second floor of the Leaning Tower, found the lamp on the wall, slowly lit it, put it on the ground with the lamp, and then sat cross-legged next to the lamp.

The second floor of the Leaning Tower is deserted and cold. The faint and pale light emitted by the turbid lamp sways, blending with the pale environment in the Leaning Tower...

Here, Feng Yun Wuji felt the extremely peaceful feeling in his heart again. Stepping into this quiet slope is like stepping into another world, a world that only belongs to himself, and a world that is far away from the outside.

A faint, a low sob came through the gap with the wind. Listening to the sad sob, the hearts became even colder, with a hint of despair.

Gradually, it was a completely unconscious behavior. Fengyun Wuji's consciousness transformed into the surrounding air like water, slowly sank into the entire ice and snow, without thinking, extremely calm, even myself,...

All the anger quickly dissipated from Fengyun Wuji's body. What lies here is no different from a dead tree...

Among the old oil lamps, there is not much lamp oil, but it is very burnt. A lamp often takes a long time to pass, but the lamp oil in the oil lamp has not decreased a lot...

An old oil lamp, a small space, a forgotten corner, loneliness is quietly growing in my heart...

If no one disturbs you, Fengyun Wuji may have quietly spent endless years in this state of no thoughts, no self and no things, forget everything until-

"You are here..." A loud voice suddenly sounded from the world around the world, like an ancient bell, hitting the spiritual consciousness of Fengyun Wuji merged into the endless void...

At the same time, in front of Fengyun Wuji's knees, a pale flame as thick as a thumb in the oil lamp swaying and half-dry, suddenly swelled. When it expanded to a certain extent, a shiny shadow fell down the edge and stretched along the ground from the deepest part of the flame.

Wow!

The ball of swelling pale flame suddenly made a loud noise, and then all the sparks disappeared. On the ground, not far from Feng Yun Wuji's body, a shadow continued to stretch upwards. In the blink of an eye, a wide black robe appeared in front of Feng Yun Wuji. A thin palm grabbed the flying hem, pulled it down suddenly, and wrapped it tightly on his body.

"You are here," Feng Yun Wuji suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the man in black robe in front of him, his face calmly and calmly, as if all this was within his expectations, and there was nothing else that could shake his mind.

clatter!

The man in black robe put his right hand on the bottom of the robe, and made a crisp sound when he made a mistake in the middle of the food. Behind him, a wisp of flame suddenly rose on the wick of the half-extinguished ancient lamp, and a cloud of white air was shrouded around the oil lamp. In the old oil-filled oil that had originally bottomed up slowly rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. During this process, the man in black robe always turned his back to the oil lamp, and his body remained motionless.

On the oil lamp, the cluster of pale lamps suddenly rose from the ground and floated into the air. The flames dispersed, and suddenly formed a Yin-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Yang-Fish-like flames in the air - it was the Bagua pattern!

"You did not disappoint us..." The man in black robe raised his head and murmured.

Feng Yun Wuji was wearing a black robe, and Wu Feng Zikong. His right hand suddenly stretched out and swept through the void. A space crack between the two men suddenly formed. Tens of millions of miles away, the book with a golden silk cover suddenly disappeared from the Jiange...

With a stretch of his hand, Feng Yun Wuji grabbed the book of magic with a golden cover that fell from the crack in the space, and then threw it into the arms of the man in black robe...
Chapter completed!