The big crack was very wide, as if it was axe in the void. If it weren't for the golden light, Ning Chen and the others would not be able to find it for the rest of their lives.

There are always some fucking things in this fucking world that are incomprehensible, such as innate, or paper that shines on its own.

Ning Chen felt that his original worldview was like a mirror falling to the ground, and it could not be broken any more.

Walking into the crack, one person and one horse walked forward silently, the way out was right under your feet, but it was still somewhat unreal.

It turned out that he still couldn't completely agree with everything that had happened before.

The cracked road reached its end, and in a trance, they had appeared on a snow field.

The little white horse made his first move, kicking his hooves, and shook his coquettish eyes, and then he fell head-on in the snow and started eating wildly.

Ning Chen looked at it with contempt. He was really uncultured by the local tycoon who had never experienced the world.

The next moment, Ning Chen gently picked up a handful of snow, then stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with ice...

Cool!

Each person and horse raised their heads comfortably, with a happy face.

In the underworld, life is really hell. There is no food or drink, and there is no need to eat snow. Now I find that it is happiness to be able to eat a bite of snow.

The hot feeling in his throat subsided a lot. Ning Chen threw down the snow in his hand. Seeing that the little white horse was still eating wildly, he couldn't help but frown, slapped the horse's butt and scolded:

"No more life"

If you eat it like this, your life will be gone and everything must be moderate. Their bodies are still very weak and cannot withstand such troubles at all.

"Huff"

The little white horse glanced at the former, then took two steps back, and continued to eat vegetarian food.

Ning Chen was furious and was about to get angry when he suddenly saw that the snow had melted under the little white horse just now. He couldn't help but look stunned.

What exactly is the bead this guy swallowed? After so many days, it has such a big impact.

Ning Chen was worried, but when he saw that the little white horse was happy to eat, he no longer stopped it.

"Wait here, don't run around"

After the words came, Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and walked towards the distance.

Not long after, Ning Chen came back and was carrying a roe deer in his hand. It was not big, but it was enough for each person to have a meal.

He didn't know whether the little white horse would eat meat, but he had to eat it even if he didn't eat it at this time.

The fire broker has been extinguished, and the attachment has no dead wood, so it is impossible to generate fire. His cultivation level cannot reach the level that can trigger changes in the world like the Son of God, and he cannot generate fire out of thin air.

After simply dissolving the roe deer, Ning Chen resisted the nausea and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. The smell was so fishy that he had not eaten for many days that he had a spasm in his stomach, which turned sour water.

But he knew that if he didn't eat, he would die, and his body could no longer hold on to walk out of this snow field.

He stuffed himself two slices of meat randomly, and Ning Chen cut off another slice and stuffed it into the little white horse's mouth.

"Huff"

The little white horse was reluctant to eat it and vomited it out in an instant.

"Eat"

Ning Chen's face darkened and he shouted.

Seeing the owner getting angry, the little white horse whined aggrievedly, picked up the raw meat in the snow and started eating it with difficulty.

Ning Chen felt that his words were a little heavy, so he sighed softly, stroked the little white horse's head, and said softly, "Hold on, as long as you can survive, it is worth it to suffer a little."

The little white horse rubbed his head against the former's chest, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Okay, don't be silly like a sissy, eat quickly."

Ning Chen pulled away the little white horse and said impatiently.

The raw meat that has not been treated has a strong smell of fishy smell, with blood dripping. The little white horse is difficult to eat, Ning Chen is disgusting, each person and horse are in the wasteland, you and I are staring at each other, and no one is willing to suffer any loss, for fear that the other party will eat less.

The roe deer on the snow field was very small. After removing the internal organs and fur, there was not much left. Ning Chen looked at the last piece of meat and stuffed it into the mouth of the little white horse. He then cleaned his hands with the snow on the ground and said lightly: "Let's go."

The little white horse swallowed the last bite of flesh in pain, then obediently stepped away, and as he walked, he wanted to feel nauseous.

The heavy snow finally stopped, but the sun had not yet come out. This heavy snow was a disaster, especially in the north, where there was a vast white snow everywhere.

Ning Chen didn't know where he was, and he couldn't even understand the direction. The snowfield was the same everywhere, and he couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north.

Walking in the snow is prone to snow blindness, so Ning Chen will cover the little white horse's eyes every time he walks for a while, and then close his eyes and move forward by feeling. Anyway, they don't know the direction, so just keep walking.

However, he did not expect that if a person is in trouble, he would get stuck in his teeth when drinking cold water.

Just as Ning Chen and the little white horse saw the hope ahead, a man in white walked up inclinedly.

The man in white was obviously stunned when he saw the man and horse in front of him. In this vast snow field, such a combination was too personal and easy to identify.

There is a saying that you can find a place where you can find it without any effort.

Ning Chen felt murderous intent from the man and frowned slightly. Before he could think about it, he saw a cold sword light covering his face.

"Bang"

The sword fingers met, and a waterfall of snowflakes rose. The man drew his sword, and he was almost dead in a flash. With one sword in front of him, the sword wind rushed towards him.

Ning Chen used both his left hand to hold the sword body, and turned the sword edge to one side, removing the force from the invisible.

At the same time, the ink sword was unsheathed, half-pulled the cold light, frost was turbulent, and a sword blocked the eyes.

The man's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the ink sword. Mars flew everywhere, and it turned out to be a pair of pig iron-forged gloves.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, and added three more points of strength to the ink sword in his hand. With a bang, the cast iron glove cut a finger-deep hole.

A trace of blood flowed out along the sword tip of the ink sword. The man in white saw red for the first time. His hand holding the sword turned, his sword body disintegrated, and he took the sword from the sword and stabbed Ning Chen's heart.

"Shameless"

Ning Chen cursed in anger, but never checked whether he had ever been more shameless.

The sword hidden in the sword is hard to defend against, but Ning Chen has encountered a more dangerous situation than this, so he moved.

The wheelchair did not retreat but advanced. The moment he turned around, the ink sword slashed back, like the sickle of the god of death, passing through a black light.

The Mo Jian was very fast and his moves were tricky, but Ning Chen frowned slightly.

He felt that he was unable to do so, and this sword was slow.

At least, it is much slower than when he faces the headless Yin Rider.

"Wow"

The clothes and silk cracked, and a waterfall of blood was drawn. The man in white took three steps in a row to avoid the deadly sword.

Ning Chen was irritated and dissatisfied. His body slowed down compared to that time, and the speed of the wheelchair under him could not keep up.

This is actually not difficult to understand. After all, there is a gap between illusion and reality. How can it be so simple to turn illusory moves into reality?

The man in white was in a bad mood. He found that his fifth-level martial arts cultivation could not completely suppress the young man in front of him, and his moves were even more at a disadvantage.

Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes narrowed slightly to hide his thoughts. Through the brief confrontation just now, he could also feel that the man in white was not as good as the old eunuch's martial arts, but the long sword in his hand was a little troublesome.

He would like to thank the torture in the illusion of the Netherworld Hell, otherwise he would still be the idiot who had no cultivation but could not perform in the past.

After all, practicing martial arts is for fighting, and strengthening your body is nonsense.

When he was studying swords with swords, the old man once said that the function of swords is to kill people, and there is no other use.

And the person holding the sword is the sword, the person holding the sword kills people.

Of course, there are not many people in this world who can be called swordsmen. The sword worshiper said that he can only count half at most. In this way, he and the man in white in front of him are not even half.

Ning Chen started to feel a little disgusted. Maybe it was because he ate raw meat before, and his eyes were hurt by the snow light. This place was really not a good place for fighting.

The man in white looked at the boy in front of him, and the sword of the kung fu forced his life again in an instant.

The moment the sword came out, he was still wondering why the young man seemed a little absent-minded?

Ning Chen recovered from his senses, and the Mo Sword crossed in front of his body, blocking the sword in front of his throat. Then his head turned, and the Mo Sword dripped across the body of the long sword, and in an instant, blood spilled down, and his broken arm flew.

Looking at the blood falling all over the sky, Ning Chen sighed lightly. He was still the best at breaking people's arms because his arms were closest to him.

The next moment, the wheelchair turned, the ink sword turned again, and the ink light passed by, and the throat was covered with blood.

The man in white fell down, his body still in his just posture, falling into the snow and could no longer stand up.

"Ahem"

Ning Chen coughed violently a few times, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and impatiently reached out to wipe it, then bent down and fumbled casually on the man in white for a few seconds, got up and patted the little white horse's butt, and said, "Go, come into the city with me."

"Huff"

The little white horse responded, followed the wheelchair and walked slowly towards the ancient city in the distance.

The ancient city was really far away. When the two guys walked into the city, it was already dark and it couldn't be darker.

The inn on the street was about to close, so Ning Chen stopped him. He was very hungry, and his brother Xiao Baima was also very hungry.

The shopkeeper was very impatient at first, but when he saw the silver that was as big as a fist in the boy's hand, his face immediately turned gloomy and he wanted to offer the boy like his ancestor.

Ning Chen shook a look at the little white horse indifferently and signaled, "How about it, it's better to be with me."
To be continued...