Speaking of this, the middle-aged man slowly stood up from the hospital bed, raised his right hand slightly, looked at the mountain wall beside the ice Valley, drank in a deep voice and said:

"Sword, come!"

Boom!

There seemed to be something guided in the binggu mountain wall. A red light bloomed in the binggu mountain wall. In an instant, a sword idea burst out from the binggu mountain wall, rose to the sky and burst out.

Bang!

The next second, a red light broke through the ice from the mountain wall and rushed into the sky. After drawing a strange arc in the sky, it fell into the hands of a middle-aged man.

At the moment when the red light fell into the middle-aged man's right palm, his feet suddenly sank down.

At the same time, the Millennium snow on the whole mount Everest broke a lot in an instant, and amazing avalanches suddenly formed. Many adventure teams at the foot of the mountain were amazed at the magic and terror of nature, but they didn't know that it was just a movement made by one person!

When the middle-aged man left the ice Valley, the ice wall in the ice Valley collapsed, and the whole ice valley was deeply buried in ice and snow. Even if someone came to this area many years later, they would only feel that it was an ordinary ice and snow scene. They would never expect that someone had lived here for 20 years.

....

In the south of China, on the Bank of the West Lake, a white haired old man was lying on the chair behind the fortune teller's stall, enjoying the warmth of the spring sunshine. At this time, a different color suddenly appeared on his old face, his eyes suddenly looked under the ruins of Leifeng Tower, and his eyebrows could not help wrinkling.

"Why are your eyelids beating all the time? Is that thing suppressed under the ruins of Leifeng Tower coming out?"

"No, I don't feel anything strange under the ruins of Leifeng Tower. Is it my illusion?"

The old man with white hair whispered. When he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and counted. It seemed that something was held in his hand by the old man with white hair, and his five fingers began to fiddle with the veins.

Poof!

After a long time, the old man with white hair suddenly changed his face. As soon as his throat was sweet, a mouthful of fresh blood came out of his mouth.

When the pedestrians around saw the white haired old man on the fortune teller's stall suddenly spit blood, they were shocked and fled one after another. It seemed that they were worried that the white haired old man had any infectious diseases that would infect them.

"Dead old man, you're all right!"

At this time, a ragged little beggar ran to the white haired old man in the fortune teller's stall, quickly held him and asked anxiously.

"Ha ha, so it is, so it is!" The old man with white hair seemed not to hear the little beggar's words. He smiled and talked to himself, as if he fell into a crazy state.

When the little beggar saw this scene, he became more worried. He grabbed the white haired old man's hands and shook them: "old man, are you really crazy? Don't scare me. If you're crazy, no one will play with me. Dead old man, don't be crazy!"

"Stop shaking, the old man's bones will be broken by you." Being shaken by the little beggar, the white haired old man was also a little impatient and said angrily to the little beggar.

"You dead old man, you're not crazy. I'm worried for nothing." After hearing the words of the white haired old man, the little beggar was relieved. If the dead old man can talk to him, it means that he is really all right.

Immediately, the little beggar asked suspiciously, "dead old man, what's the matter with you just now? Why did you spit blood, giggle there, and keep saying that it was so, so it was?"

After hearing the little beggar's words, the white haired old man couldn't help smiling and explained: "remember what I said to you after the sky above us turned pink a few days ago?"

"Remember, didn't you say that natural visions must have the disaster of heaven and earth? What does this have to do with your spitting blood just now?" Hearing the speech, the little beggar nodded and immediately asked in doubt.

"For warlocks like us, their own luck has long been blocked and cannot be searched by the way of heaven. Only in this way can we find a trace of destiny in the control of the way of heaven. Therefore, the Warlock's body senses can sometimes even receive some information of the way of heaven." The old man with white hair turned serious and explained.

"I still don't understand. What's the connection between what you said and your spitting blood just now?" The little beggar frowned and asked with a puzzled face.

The white haired old man didn't show off, and then said, "just now, my eyelids beat, which made me feel a little uneasy, so I pinched my fingers and calculated."

"Then you spit blood?" The little beggar asked with a look of surprise on his face.

"That's right!" The white haired old man nodded and admitted.

"Then what did you figure out?" The little beggar asked curiously. During this period, he would come to the white haired old man every night to learn how to write divination. The more he knew about this knowledge, the more he felt that this knowledge was broad, profound and mysterious.

What is the life count that can make the white haired old man spit blood at his mouth?

Is it related to the robbery of heaven and earth?

Hearing the speech, the white haired old man's smile did not decrease at all. He said with a positive face: "the robbery of heaven and earth has been opened, and the world will soon become different!"

Don't you understand that the beggar with white hair should have opened the world?

During this time, the little beggar also saw many ancient books from the white haired old man. There were records in the ancient books. The ancient books said: natural visions must have the robbery of heaven and earth. When the robbery is opened, there must be monsters, and all the people in the world will be ruined!

Why does the old man with white hair still laugh so happily?

It seems that he saw the doubt in the little beggar's heart. The white haired old man smiled and patted his little head and said, "little disciple, you don't understand. The way of heaven is ruthless and affectionate. Although the robbery of heaven and earth is opened, it will surely put all the people in the world into crisis, but the way of heaven still leaves a trace of vitality for them."

"What vitality?" The little beggar asked with a look of doubt on his face.

The white haired old man shook his head, pointed to the sky and then to the ground, then took a deep breath and smiled.

Seeing the white haired old man's mysterious appearance, the little beggar suddenly showed a touch of kindness on his face. He grabbed the white haired old man's beard and said angrily: "dead old man, don't think I'm your apprentice, I don't dare to pull your beard, say it quickly, or I'll pull out your beard."

"Hey, good disciple, wait a minute. I'll say it now, I'll say it now!" Seeing this, the white haired old man begged for mercy and said, "let go first, old man. I've maintained my beard for so many years, but you can't pull it out."

The little beggar snorted, and then loosened the white haired old man's beard, but his face still stared at the white haired old man with a look of "you tell me quickly"!

First, change.