"Let's go, let's go, standing outside and talking is not hospitality, and the host will definitely dislike me for being rude when he knows it. The old man's speech and movements were so slow, as if he had been in a state of slow motion replay.

He naturally pulled Yu Ling and walked towards the main entrance, obviously he didn't use much strength, but Yu Ling couldn't break free at all, and he couldn't help but climb the stairs in front of the gate.

The old man glanced back at Nian Yubai and the others, and smiled kindly, "Aren't you together?"

Nian Yubai smiled dryly and hurriedly approached: "Together, of course, together." ”

He quietly gave Yu Ling a look, Yu Ling hesitated, but still shook his head without a trace.

Although I always felt that this place was weird, the old man did not express his killing intent after all, and all of Yu Ling's mystical power was easily dissolved by the other party, and this kind of cultivation can only be described as terrifying.

I'm afraid that he really wants to kill a few of his own people, it's just a matter of thought, and at most the end of the winter in the Netherworld state may escape.

After entering the gate of the palace, Yu Ling found that the interior of the palace was clean, and there was not a trace of black snow flying into it, as if there was an invisible barrier separating everything.

If you are used to this dull and dim tone, you don't feel that it is very gloomy and depressing.

The old man sighed very sadly: "Over the years, there are fewer and fewer people, after the master occupied this place a long time ago, it was still lively here, but people can't withstand the ruthlessness of the years after all, except that the master is always the master, we are all old, and a group of old guys who are dull stay here, it is also quite boring......"

Yu Ling asked tentatively, "I don't know who the master of the predecessor is?"

The old man turned his head to look at him and asked seriously, "Do you know about the melee of the gods eight thousand years ago?"

Yu Ling shook his head a little embarrassed, how could he be clear about the things in the snow world. Moreover, the old man's mouth is such a large number of 8,000 years, and considering that the entire Chinese civilization has only been 5,000 years before and after, this time span is too long.

"Do you know the Dark Age?"

Yuling shook her head again.

"Then do you know about the Battle of Snow and Fire?"

...... This is the first question and three unknowns of the Eight Classics.

The old man sighed and said, "You don't know anything, even if I tell you who the master is, what's the point?"

Nian Yubai glanced at the old man cautiously, and saw that he was quite gentle and gentle for the time being, and did not show any malice, so he said shamelessly: "The senior is so knowledgeable, anyway, there is still a lot of time, why don't you explain to us these terms you said? ”

The old man glanced at him with a smile, but still in a tepid tone: "The history of the six clans in the Snow Realm is only more than 8,000 years, don't you think it's strange?

Yu Ling muttered: "It has something to do with the gods they believe in? You just mentioned the melee of the gods, there must be a snow god among them, is there a yin god? or even more......"

The old man looked at him with some surprise: "Young man, where did you know about the Yin God?

Nian Yubai whispered: "Not only have I been there, but I have also been kicked out......"

The old man's gaze fell on Zi Chenruo, who was on Yu Ling's back, and said slowly: "So, your companion died indirectly at the hands of the Soul Clan?"

Yu Ling pursed her lips and forcibly suppressed the anger that was tumbling in her heart.

The old man smiled apologetically: "I didn't mean to stimulate you, but her soul is gone, and her broken soul is about to return from heaven and earth to the netherworld, and it is difficult to save it again." ”

"It's difficult?" Yu Ling suddenly looked up at him, and his heart set off a monstrous wave.

The old man shook his head and said, "For you, it should be impossible. In a month at most, anyone's soul will return to the netherworld and dissipate into nothingness, and you may see the theory of reincarnation in some books, but who can confirm those things? If you take 10,000 steps back, even if reincarnation is true, the person after reincarnation loses his memory, changes his personality, and everything is different, will he still be him? Once reincarnated, the cause and effect of the past will be completely broken. ”

Yu Ling didn't seem to hear what he said, but stubbornly and persistently asked, "Do you know if there is any way to save her?!"

The old man said with some pity: "The soul master above the soul may have a way to gather back the dissipated soul, but in such a short time, where are you going to find such a character? It's a pity that my master is not a soul master, otherwise he might be in the mood to help you." ”

Up to 1 month...... Thirty days......

It's been almost ten days now.

A soul master who transcends the realm of the spirit ...... Is there really such a thing in this world? Even if there is such an amazing person, how can he help himself?

Yu Ling's mind was empty, and he was stabbed a little painful by the hidden obsession, and the long-suppressed anger and despair spread wildly like weeds, covering all his thoughts.

"Smack!"

The old man suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, and Yu Ling's body was suddenly disordered, completely out of his control, and a sharp pain swept over without warning, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

However, he finally came to his senses, and the sudden violent despair was like a dream, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Alas, old man, I was also trapped by love when I was young, but I am much happier than you, watching my beloved girl run away with others, I cried that night, and I was considered to have vented most of it, and after a few years to see them live so happily, I suddenly felt that I didn't need to have such a deep obsession," the old man pointed to his heart and sighed slowly: "So what's the matter, don't press it in your heart, even if you are strong, there will always be times when you are crushed, and people's heartstrings are actually easy to break." ”

Yu Ling was silent, just gently wiped the blood from her lips.

The old man looked at him deeply and said softly: "If you can't let it go, then don't give up, what about me, old man, what I said may not be all right, you can choose not to believe it." Or when have you met my master, you can also ask him, maybe he will know where there is a soul master who has transcended the spirit realm?"

For some reason, Yu Ling's heart suddenly calmed down a lot, and her fear and vigilance towards the old man disappeared a lot.

Before he could speak, a sudden gust of wind came from the right, and it seemed that some black shadow flashed rapidly, heading straight for them.

The old man raised his hand lightly, and with a click, his right arm was torn open by the black shadow bloody, but before the blood mist dispersed, all the blood flowed back to the broken place on his arm, only to see countless red blood filaments squirming and growing densely, and within a few seconds he actually grew another arm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Yuling and Nian Yubai were shocked and speechless for a while.

Even if they recover amazingly, it is only limited to the injury that heals quickly, and it is impossible for an arm to be broken, and it can grow back in seconds, which is not like a human anymore.

Nian Yubai muttered in shock: "Condensation, Blood Condensation Realm!"

The four realms of the martial arts system: strengthening tendons, refining bones, washing the marrow, and coagulation. It is rumored that the blood and qi of the Blood Coagulation Realm are smooth, the blood is exchanged for self-cultivation, and the severed limbs can also be regenerated, which sounds simply anti-human, but compared to the scene in front of him, except for the explanation of the Blood Coagulation Realm, Nian Yubai really can't think of any other possibilities.

The old man didn't seem to be angry, just looked at the black shadow that retreated from afar, the other party seemed to be an unknown beast, all over his body was wrapped in black mist, only the head was exposed, very similar to a horse, but there was a pair of curved horns on his head, and there were two thick black whiskers on the side of his mouth, which drooped down softly and fluttered in the wind, a pair of dark purple pupils were not tyrannical, and even had a quiet sense of well-behaved.

If you put aside the image of it chewing on the old man's arm in blood.