Fantasy Reading Conferred God

Chapter 1115: Thousands of miles of snow falling, heavy snowfall

"Huh-huh-" Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, heavy snowfall, large crystal clear snowflakes like goose feather droplets rushing down, and when they enter the eye, they are white and white, extremely soft. This endless snow river stretches far into the distance, and no one knows where it ends. On the horizon, the hazy full moon looks like a newly married daughter-in-law, who is very shy. There are large swaths of white light around her, but you can still see that today's moon is very round. Under the cover of white light, Not a single flaw. At this time, there are still twenty-eight stars in the sky, located in the four directions, with seven stars in each direction. In the east is a big dragon. Although it is just a pattern, its aura that intimidates the world is frightening; in the west is a big dragon. The tiger, you can vaguely see the fierce look on Ye Chen's face; the south is a big bird, with its wings spread wide, and the air around it seems to be burning; the north is a turtle, with cold air seeping out, and a hazy Water mist. The leaves are shining fiercely, as if they are competing with the moon for dominance of the quiet and peaceful night. The moonlight swayed down like a silver ribbon, entangled with the starlight, and fell on the white snow. One silver and one white put a layer of gauze on the white snow. Indescribable beauty, indescribable dreams, in the In this turbulent Chinese land, I don’t know how many people are intoxicated by the scenery in front of them.

However, this is only for those who have not surpassed Gan Dui in cultivation. As long as the cultivation level exceeds Gan Dui and is a monk with a stable foundation and good observation, they all know that tonight is destined to be extraordinary.

At this time, in a small thatched house in the easternmost corner of Qingzhou, a young man who looked to be in his twenties was lying quietly on the window sill, staring blankly at the white snow in front of him, and then at the sky. The eyes of the bright moon and the twenty-eight stars sparkled with confusion. The unbridled wind blew past, mixed with snowflakes and cold air, but Ye Chen didn't seem to feel the cold at all. He just sniffed from time to time, catching the breeze in the wind. The scent of killing and blood as thin as a gossamer. For a long time, he couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong, you're not happy to be the village chief. Don't sigh all the time. I don't like you sighing. I know that today is an unusual day, but you are not allowed to sigh, and you will not be allowed to sigh in the future." I don't know when this person appeared behind him. A figure and a clear and sweet voice spoke to Ye Chen with some anger.

"Who is it?" Ye Chen turned around alertly. He exuded a fierce and cold aura, and even the air was stagnant. Then the air in the hut immediately became colder, and bursts of chill spread into the air, which was colder than the air outside the door. The air-conditioning was dozens of times colder, and it was cold that penetrated deep into the bones, containing a lot of negative emotions. The smell of killing spread out, and the thatched house was overwhelmed and groaned. The dry energy of heaven and earth gathered crazily towards Ye Chen, and a layer of purple air flow was attached to his body. With a tip of his toes, Ye Chen's figure swept out a few meters away from where he was standing before. Taking advantage of the situation, he took out a small knife from his waist. It shone with a cold light and was filled with the smell of blood. Anyone with a discerning eye could see this at a glance. It is a weapon that is transformed from a mortal weapon into an extraordinary weapon through killing. Such weapons are often the most powerful. When you pour dry energy into the knife, a small hexagonal square appears on the knife. Kong is a magic weapon with one skill. After doing all this, Ye Chen didn't even take a breath.
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