(After reading everyone's opinion, I found it was not right to use the surname Bai. There were too many princesses with the surname Bai. I should just call her the Snow Girl … Meimei.)
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There were many kinds of snowmen in the world. As for how many kinds there were, it depended on the imagination of the children who liked to play with snow and the southern people who rarely saw snow.
This snowman looked like the most ordinary kind. It was small and chubby, but its face was too clean, lacking a carrot and a dried red pepper.
But if one looked carefully, one would find two special features of this snowman.
It had long white hair that fell to the ground. It was unknown whether the hair was made of snow or something else. It looked very real, but because it was so real, it gave people a feeling that it was not real.
Secondly, its eyes were so deep and dark that it made people's hearts palpitate. It looked like a dream, but more like a nightmare.
It should be a female, so it should be called the Snow Girl.
The Snow Girl looked at the mountain in Silence.
It was an endless sea of fire. She could still feel the high temperature from there even though she was so far away.
Ice and fire were incompatible. Any kind of fire was a provocation to her, not to mention the Sun Banner, which was the Sun Upwind Fire.
She also felt that some of her subjects were going to die in the sea of fire.
These flames were strange. She was at her weakest moment, so it was very likely that she would be hurt by those flames.
She was not afraid. She just looked at the mountain in Silence and analyzed the situation based on the fighting instinct in the deepest part of her bloodline. She might leave or go there.
At this moment, she suddenly sensed a breath.
The moment she sensed the breath, a storm arose in her sea of consciousness. She was forced to stop calculating at an unimaginable speed.
The breath came from a place she had never been to. It was extremely cold, and there was almost no trace of movement in it. It was almost absolutely still.
Absolute coldness and stillness were the most terrible things. Even she felt it was a little scary. But at the same time, it was the highest state that she pursued in her life, and it was the strongest desire buried deep in her instinct.
This pursuit and desire was the source of the storm in her sea of consciousness.
The Snow Girl stood up, but she was still very short.
She walked toward the mountain.
Her gait was very strange. It seemed that her feet were put in a white cloth bag, so she could only hop forward. She looked like a rabbit in a fairy tale.
Such a strange gait was very fast. In just a few seconds, she came to the other side of the mountain.
It was a snowy mountain. The snow that had fallen off the mountain could be seen everywhere.
The snow was her servant.
There were fires everywhere on this side of the mountain. The fires came from the cracks in the ground, the fires fell from the clouds, the frozen streams that were evaporated, and the stones that were burned to pieces. It was like hell on earth.
She had never left the snowland on the icy peaks before, so she had never seen such a scene before. She felt very uncomfortable and unhappy.
Wang Xiaoming was standing on the cliff. She didn't even take a glance.
She did not care about any weak humans. Even though the banner was the source of the strange flames, it was not what she wanted to confirm the most.
Her line of sight fell on the Green Sky Mirror in the distance and saw Cold Cicada. She thought that Cold Cicada turned out to be a lowly subject, and the lowliest kind at that; it didn't matter if he died.
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Cold Cicada's whole body was bright red, looking like it was cooked.
No matter how she looked at it, there was no possibility of coldness existing here. However, she was extremely sure that the coldness she was looking for was here. At the very least, it had existed in the sand and that lowly subject's body.
Her eyes became even deeper, and the snow around her suddenly sank, forming a layer of extremely hard ice on the surface.
The instinctive desire that came from the deepest part of her life and the pursuit of that realm caused her to ignore the flames and … jump into the distance.
A white line appeared in the sky, passing through countless layers of flames and leaving behind a hole.
Pah!!! The Snow Girl landed on the barren land below the Green Sky Mirror.
The flames on the wasteland continued to burn, engulfing her and then extinguishing in an instant. Frost formed on the surface of the hot stone she was stepping on and then it shattered in an instant.
The Snow Girl lifted her head to look at the Green Sky Mirror.
The Wilderness became abnormally quiet and deathly still.
It seemed that the heavenly flames descending from the clouds and the tongues of fire shooting out from the cracks in the ground had all lost their voices.
Sitting on Tong Yan's shoulder, Qing 'er looked at the snowman on the ground with a pale face, wondering what kind of monster this was.
Looking at the snowman, Cold Cicada felt an extreme fear. It had no way to deal with this mental attack. It passed out after a hiccup, falling down from Tong Yan's shoulder.
Like a snowflake, Cold Cicada landed on the top of the Snow Girl's head, like what it had done on Liu Ada's head, making an exquisite and beautiful bow.
The Snow Girl was quite satisfied with Cold Cicada's self-awareness. She flew to the top of the Green Sky Mirror and lowered her head to look at the sand and sand.
The sand and sand were burning, exuding a scorched smell that she didn't like; but she found a scent she liked the most.
The Snow Girl closed her eyes, feeling intoxicated.
If she could breathe, she would have inhaled deeply.
It was then that the heavenly flames summoned by the Sun Banner dropped down again, bombarding the Green Sky Mirror.
The sand and sand were smashed in all directions, and the energy had gradually disappeared, like the scent on Cold Cicada.
The Snow Girl opened her eyes and looked at the sky.
Though she didn't reveal any emotion, the whole world was aware of her anger.
Though she didn't make a sound, the whole world could hear her shriek.
Hundreds of invisible waves shot up to the sky along with the snowflakes that came from nowhere. It looked like a snowy waterfall shooting out from the Green Sky Mirror.
The snowy waterfall and the flowing flames in the sky met in the sky, giving off countless booming sounds and a violent wind. The wildfires on the ground swayed violently, and the color of heaven and earth changed.
The flowing flames kept on falling down, and the ice and snow had gradually melted. The Snow Girl's face was a bit wet, and some water seeped out from her feet.
The water was extremely cold as well. It flowed on the surface of the Green Sky Mirror and extinguished the fire in the sand and sand easily.
Drifting under the Green Sky Mirror in the air, Tong Yan thought of the soundless shriek and the rapidly decreasing temperature … what was it that had come?
In the next moment, he suddenly found that the Sword of the Universe blocking the underground fire had suddenly disappeared.
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The Sun Banner was indeed one of the most powerful magic treasures in the world.
The walls of fire isolated heaven and earth, and also prevented the soundless shriek of the Snow Girl from reaching the snowy mountain.
Yet, some of the flames could pass through the cracks under the ground.
By the river of lava in the deep part of the underground, the King of Fire Carps had also heard the sound. A fearful expression showed in his eyes, wondering why that person had come out.
He was struggling to decide whether he should go out or not. In the end, he chose to stay in the lava, because he was truly scared. Who could defeat that person?
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Though Wang Xiaoming didn't know who had come, he could sense that a great deal of the Sun Banner had been swallowed.
This fact shocked him to the core. After he had successfully tempered the Sun Banner, he was invincible. Even the King of Fire left by the Zhongzhou School in the Gathered-Soul Valley was not a match for the Sun Banner. Who was it? It could swallow the sun fire! Was it a magic treasure of the Fairy State similar to the Sun Banner, one that was born with a cold and dark nature? Yet, there was no such treasure in Chaotian.
The space in front of the cliff was suddenly torn open, and the Sword of the Universe appeared out of nowhere.
The body of the sword was still burning hot, but it was exceedingly bright. The reflection of the snowy mountain made the sword look a bit colder.
The Sun Banner flipped up on its own and pulled the Sword of the Universe into it, making it unable to move forward.
How could a grain of rice emit a glow?
As Wang Xiaoming was thinking of this, a more desolate figure suddenly appeared in front of the cliff.
Jing Jiu passed through the ocean of fire and arrived in the middle of the battlefield. He grabbed the hilt of the Sword of the Universe and thrust it forward.
A faint tearing sound rang out.
The Sword of the Universe came out from the banner, thrusting toward Wang Xiaoming.
The black smoke came out from the cliff, and the Sun Banner emitted countless balls of fire. Wang Xiaoming hid in the fire, yelling sharply, "Do you think you can stab me this way?"
As he screamed out these eight words, the resentful ghosts in the Sun Banner had already cried countless times, and the fire swept across the sky.
This was the combination of the Chaotic Fire and the Tears of the Dark Spirits.
Facing such a deviant method, even the figures in the Heavenly Arrival State would find it difficult to handle.
Though the cries of the ghosts had no effect on Jing Jiu, the Chaotic Fire was indeed formidable. His body could only withstand it for a moment.
This moment was at most the time it took to utter these words.
The outcome would be determined in a moment.
In this moment, Jing Jiu wielded his sword once, but in fact, he had wielded more than 3,000 swords.
Most of the 3,000 swords were blocked by the Sun Banner, and only a few of them landed on Wang Xiaoming's body, leaving a few bloody marks on it.
At the same time, the fire of the Sun Banner had swallowed up Jing Jiu's body.
If it were any other Cultivation practitioner, he would have turned into a puff of green smoke.
Jing Jiu didn't die, but he was badly wounded. The white cloth made of natural worm silk was burned into pieces, and his body was covered with scorch marks.
The Sun Banner was too formidable. In his current Cultivation state, he couldn't resist it head-on. If he didn't retreat, he would die on the spot. But he was still calm. It was obvious that he still had some tricks up his sleeves.
A soundless and shrill scream suddenly came from the Wilderness. Meanwhile, a violent energy approached at a high speed.
The snowy mountain was shaking restlessly. Countless snowflakes fell down with a loud rumble, drowning the cliff in an instant.
Wang Xiaoming landed at the foot of the cliff. He retreated a few thousand feet with the Sun Banner in his hand, looking at the distance vigilantly and protecting himself.
The expression on Jing Jiu's face was unprecedentedly solemn. He used the fingers of his right hand as a sword and drew a formation with the Inherited Heaven Sword style as quickly as he could.
A white figure arrived in front of the snowy mountain with a coldness that was even more dreadful than the snowflakes.
It took Jing Jiu a long time to figure out the weakness of the Sun Banner, so he could use the Underworld Fairy Sword to cross the sea of fire and arrive at the snowy mountain.
But the Snow Girl crossed the sea of fire directly. The difference in difficulty between the two was like the difference between heaven and earth.
The Snow Girl had to pay a price to cross the sea of fire of the Sun Banner. The surface of her body had melted a lot, making her look slimmer.
The cold fog dispersed from her body, and the remaining fire on the ground was gradually extinguished.
The Sun Banner swayed in the wind, and countless flames drifted toward her.
She was like a cold black hole that could absorb all the light and heat in the world.
Wang Xiaoming was shocked speechless.
The Snow Girl didn't even take a look at him.
She walked to the front of Jing Jiu and took the Sword of the Universe.
Holding the sword, she lowered her head and looked at it carefully.
It was as if she was admiring a painting.
Or a universe.
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