"Confucian saints and immortal masters, if we don't stop this snowstorm disaster, it will definitely affect the entire world!"

"At this time, all life is in ruins, and all the people in the world will suffer!"

"Although there are disputes in the rivers and lakes and the fighting between the three dynasties, many people may be destined to lose their lives in this snowstorm."

"But more people are innocent, and more people don't know how this snowstorm happened."

"Please also ask Confucian saints and immortal masters to take action to stop this snowstorm disaster!"

In the face of this snowstorm, Nangong Pushe forgot his original noble identity.

Just because I hope Chen Mu can save the world.

But Chen Mu stood in the wind and snow, and the white snow filled his eyes.

He also clearly saw it in this avalanche.

The disciples of Sword Forging City ran away like crazy.

But even so, there are still many disciples who were buried by the wind and snow because they were too late.

I saw their helpless appearance buried in the snow and wind.

Chen Mu's eyes were still dark.

Although, what Nangong Pushe just said is right.

If it is not stopped, everyone in the world will suffer such a disaster.

However, all these disasters did not start because of him...

He is still standing in the wind and snow.

The shouts of people kept coming to my ears.

"Confucian sage and immortal master, help me..."

"Confucian sage and immortal master..."

The same was true for Nangong Pushe, all hopeful eyes fell on him.
Chapter completed!