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Chapter 2101 Witnessing History

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    This is a special world.

    There is a long river in the sky, flowing endlessly.

    The Frost Clan who have lived here for generations have long been accustomed to the existence of this big river in the sky.

    The younger generation of Shuangxue people even thought that this should be the case, just like the sun in the daytime and the moon in the night, this gray river is an indispensable part of the world.

    There are also some Frost people who worship it day and night as the god of ice and snow, praying for protection.

    Of course, above the ordinary Frost people, there are countless people who have achieved success in cultivation over the years and want to really figure out how this long river of ashes appeared in the sky without any warning, and has remained until now.

    More importantly, as this long river crosses the sky, it seems to cut off the cultivation path of the Frost Clan. Those realm barriers that talented people could easily cross in the past have become like a moat, as difficult as reaching the sky.

    Therefore, batch after batch of Frost Clan monks ascended to the sky, trying to step into this long gray river, and explore the secrets that might be hidden under these gray waves.  This time tia nla ix w .c o m Zhang Si

    In a sense, they succeeded.

    Because all the Frost Clan monks who could fly in the air without exception all entered that long river.

    But again they all seem to fail.

    ?Because none of the people who entered Huibaichang Hanoi can reappear between heaven and earth.

    ?The sentence that people are not seen in life and corpses in death is interpreted to the extreme.

    And when the first monk recognized by the eighteen tribes in the West, the master of Xiji Peak led his four disciples into the long river and disappeared without a trace, it immediately caused a great shock.  river step.

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    The East Pole icebergs with heavy snow flying all over the sky.

    Everything is shrouded in pure white.

    And within this white-themed iceberg, a faint green light glowed silently.

    It is like a candle in the wind, flickering on and off, high and low, as if it will go out in the next moment.

    But with the passage of time, and with the improvement of the various magic circles, the emerald green light finally stabilized, reflecting the palace deep inside the iceberg like jasper and emerald.

    A series of complicated runes flashed around this green light group from time to time, becoming more and more dense, and finally formed a large net, slowly attached to the surface of the altar below the green light group.

    An old and weak sigh sounded slowly.

    The old man who had been sitting under the altar for an unknown amount of time slowly opened his eyes, his azure blue eyes were as bright as ice crystals.

    He looked up at the stabilized emerald light, and the solemn expression on his face finally relaxed a little.

    Silently, several illusory figures appeared in front of the altar, and together with the old man, they stared at the emerald green light floating in the void above, as if they were looking up at a sacred object high above.

    "After spending countless resources and waiting for many years, we finally succeeded."

    An extremely hoarse and dry voice came from a phantom, "This place must be guarded at all times, Master Dongji Peak, this task falls on you." &#24378&#29306&#32&#116&#105&#97&#110&#108&  #97&#105&#120&#119&#46&#99&#111&#109&#32&#35835&#29306

    "There are others, you also have a heavy burden on your shoulders, and you must prepare all the qualified sacrifices in the shortest possible time, so that we can open up this light of hope to deal with the doomsday brought about by the long river of ashes.  catastrophe."

    "I always have a feeling that the long gray river running across the sky is not a dead thing without an owner, it may even be alive, a terrifying life beyond our imagination, so I want to completely solve this problem  Before, no matter who we are, we must not take it lightly or be careless."

    The phantom figures disappeared one by one, the old man sighed lowly, and came to the altar with some staggering steps, his blue eyes like ice crystals slowly closed, and soon he entered a state of forgetting both things and me.

    Another period of time passed.

    The emerald holy light is like substance, reflecting the ice and snow hall.

    There are also voices of praise curling up, lingering around the beam for three days without end.

    A series of figures appeared in front of the altar again.

    Unlike the phantom figures of the previous time, all who came here this time were their real bodies.

    Although their respective strengths have been converged, so manyThe gathering of powerful monks in one place still brought enormous pressure to the ice and snow hall inside the East Pole Iceberg. Even if the defensive magic circle was opened, it could not stop the hall from trembling slightly.

    At this moment, within the iceberg of the East Pole, the nine strongest monks in the world, all arrived for the first time and stood in one place.

    Originally there should be ten monks, but because of the disappearance of the Xiji Mountain Lord, there are only nine monks left, representing the strongest combat power of the entire Frost Clan.

    "It's all ready."

    The old and dry voice sounded again, and a white-haired old woman standing in the center slowly turned her head, and looked at the big monks around her who could make the whole earth tremble by stomping their feet.

    Everyone nodded at the same time.

    "Then, let's begin."

    With the sigh of the old woman, the entire altar suddenly lit up with incomparably bright colorful light, and the runes of different colors formed bright bands of light, which intertwined and intertwined with each other, and finally submerged into the green ball hanging above the altar at the same time.  In the flame, the fire more than doubled in an instant.

    The mysterious and vast aura fluctuated slowly in the Ice and Snow Palace.

    The white-haired old woman stepped forward and knelt down slowly.

    Behind her, eight great cultivators of the Frost Clan touched their heads to the ground at the same time, prostrating devoutly.

    Boom!

    The emerald green flame suddenly exploded.

    However, it suddenly converged inward, and more than four-fifths of it disappeared in just a split second.

    However, with the disappearance of the emerald green flame, a noble and holy mysterious power is fleeting.

    A gleam of joy flashed across the wrinkled face of the white-haired old woman, and she led the eight great practitioners behind her to bow down again piously.

    After prostrating three times in a row, the hearts of everyone present suddenly trembled inexplicably, so they raised their heads uncontrollably at the same time, and saw the phantom figure standing on the altar with green flames on its feet.

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    The legend in that ancient tome turned out to be true!

    It is possible to break through the shackles of heaven and earth and connect with a real god!

    In an instant, except for the white-haired old woman who owns the volume, all the big monks of the Frost Clan were filled with shock.

    It has been many years since the god of ice and snow protecting the whole world disappeared without any miracles. This is the first time that they have seen the projection of the will of the gods descend with their own eyes.

    "We will dedicate the faith and offerings of the whole world, and pray for a miracle from the gods to help us remove the long river of ashes above the sky, and slow down the weakening and destruction of the world where we are."

    "Of course"

    An ethereal voice quietly appeared in the Ice and Snow Palace, and then disappeared without a sound.

    The nine great monks of the Frost Clan showed ecstatic expressions at the same time, and once again bowed down in unison, singing the praises of the gods.

    A new god came to the world to protect all beings.

    At this moment, they thought they had witnessed history.  Make Big z.com Make Xiao

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