For thousands of years, the most ferocious and bloody heavy rain in Panyu City finally passed, and in that dark heavy rain, countless blood stained every street red, and the only lake also turned red.

In that bloody rain, the gate that had not been shaken for thousands of years was finally knocked open by the northern barbarians with flesh and blood, and the battle of siege and defense of the city turned into a bloody battle.

Tens of thousands of people were killed, and the blood was sprinkled like a late wind and rain, converging into a pool and gathering into a torrent.

In the end, the heroic soldiers of the Shuntian Dynasty still couldn't resist the ruthlessness of the barbarians, and they were defeated and retreated.

Seeing the northern barbarians who were victorious, they never expected that the people of this city were fierce, and all the people were soldiers, one by one, like puppets who were not afraid of death, hugging each other to the death, fighting desperately.

The iron cavalry army led by Long Yi was dispersed by the overwhelming crowd, and when he saw a carriage galloping out of the city, and saw the groups of crazy people who were not afraid of death, he was forced to give an order to withdraw from the city and withdraw the troops on all fronts.

Princess Lianhua looked at the corpses all over the city, angry and unwilling, and led the few remaining elites to chase out of the city.

The heavy rain that had rained all night finally came to an end.

The torrential rain still can't wash away the red streets, still can't extinguish the flames of the burning half of the city, and still can't cover up the scene of corpses all over the field and fragments.

The sun was still rising as usual, shining a large area of light, but it was still much inferior to the blood red on the street.

Mo Tear slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly sat up, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face was frightened, as if he had an unprecedented nightmare.

Looking left and right, I saw my mother lying quietly in the carriage, slowly squatted down, knelt in front of my mother, her eyes were gloomy, she stripped the broken hair on her mother's forehead, showed a sculpture-like sad smile, and looked at her mother silently, without saying a word.

Lin Xiaomu saw Mo Tear's sad expression, she couldn't believe it, the young man in front of her at this moment was like a demon last night, and in a single breath, he aged the three hall masters into powder, and the horror level was like the incarnation of Yama, snatching people's hearts and souls.

At that moment, she felt how small she was, she wanted to stop Mo Tears, and she didn't want Mo Tears to kill her uncles, but at that moment, at the moment when Mo Tears turned her uncles into powder, her heart was filled with pain and endless remorse.

She didn't know if she was doing the right thing? She didn't know if the person she liked was a demon? She didn't dare to rant out loud at the moment—Ink Tears wasn't a bad person, it was a few simple words.

But the only thing she knows is that she loves Mo Tears deeply, and there is no doubt about that.

The moon slowly hung up in the sky, and the vast stars poked their heads out.

Mo Tear knelt quietly, never saying a word, not shedding a single tear, and in her sad look, you could sometimes see an incomprehensible sad smile.

The carriage stopped on top of the endless wasteland, and the shallow grass mats were withered and yellow, without any life.

Lin Xiaomu opened his mouth and said, "Everyone is scattered, this place should already belong to the Northern Wasteland Realm, what should I do next?"

Mo Tear didn't answer, calmly picked up his mother, stepped out of the carriage, and walked up the hill step by step.

Lin Xiaomu followed him quietly.

Coming to the bottom of a small hill, Mo Tear gently put down his mother, raised his eyes to look at the stars in the sky, and said calmly: "Mother, what do you think of this? Otherwise, you will rest here, and if you don't speak, you will acquiesce." ”

Mo Tear looked at his mother quietly, his face was full of expectation, how much he hoped that she could answer, but it was always silent, his expression returned to sadness again, his eyes were dim, looking at the stars in the sky, and finally shed tears.

On the hillside, a breeze finally blew and swirled around.

Mo Tear sighed, wiped the tears in his eyes, and sighed, "Here it is!"

As soon as the words fell, he picked up the grass mounds little by little, and dug the soil little by little, I don't know how long he had been digging, and the blood and dirt on his hands were mixed together, and he actually dug out a big hole in the soil surface.

Mo Tear didn't have any expression, quietly planing, quietly looking at the mother next to him.

Standing up with difficulty, he put his mother into the dirt pit, kissed her forehead gently, and filled in the soil inch by inch. I don't cry or scream, I just feel like a knife.

At this moment, Mo Tear looked at his mother, as if hundreds of millions of ants were devouring in his mind, gnawing every nerve and every inch of his skin.

Mo Tears felt, pain, severe pain, frenzied, bloody images surging in, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out.

Lin Xiaomu hurriedly stepped forward nervously, and just touched Mo Tear, but was shocked out by an inexplicable force from Mo Tear's body.

Lin Xiaomu, who collapsed to the ground, struggled to get up, and saw ink tears wailing and roaring not far away.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Tear's body involuntarily soared into the air, his limbs seemed to be locked by an inexplicable force, his face was facing upward, and his body exuded two kinds of light, one red and one white.

He resisted desperately, but he was never able to move his body, and the endless vitality around him was injected into his body.

When Lin Xiaomu saw this scene, he immediately made a judgment that Mo Tear was going to break the mirror.

What puzzled her was that with his cultivation at the moment, even if he broke through the realm, it would be impossible to cause such a big noise, let alone cause a great change in the vitality of heaven and earth.

She couldn't figure it out, and Mo Tear was even more confused, he always felt that a small white ball in his spiritual sea was gradually condensed, and the broken and colorful memories in his mind came like a stinging feeling.

Eight cold hells, these four words filled his mind.

Mo Tear felt that something was wrong, and it must be that inexplicable book that was playing tricks again, and he resisted even more desperately......

The white balls swelled in his pitch-black spiritual sea, devouring his meridians and invading his lungs, and the eight heats and hells also erupted almost at the same time, and the cold and heat collided, and he felt miserable.

Suddenly, his skin was covered with alternating red and white light, and his pupils flashed red and white with each other. I felt two huge forces in my body colliding with each other, and I felt that I might explode and die at any time.

Ink Tears gritted his teeth, his face contorted into a terrifying state, and the excruciating pain made him twist and turn like a robot's head.

With a loud roar to the sky, Ink Tear's body exploded with huge energy like an explosion, and in an instant, the rocks turned into fine dust, and the weeds on the slope were crushed and lowered their heads.

Lin Xiaomu felt the powerful aftermath and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Mo Tear's head was full of horror at the moment, his feet were slightly off the ground and hovered in the air, and several rays of light alternately red and blue swam around him, forming a gorgeous circle, and he was in the center of the circle.

In an instant, rays of light shot into his body again, and every time he entered, his whole body trembled violently, like a churning earthworm. It wasn't until he finally met the light that shot into her body that he fell heavily from the air to the ground.

All was calm again.

Lin Xiaomu hurriedly ran forward, and when he saw the ink tears at this moment, his body was covered with thick frost, which was exuding endless cold, and a trace of cold air spread to the surroundings, and the weeds that were blown around him also formed layers of ice and snow.

Lin Xiaomu's heart was cold, and he hurriedly probed the snort of Mo Tear, which was faint and almost disappeared.

Lin Xiaomu hurriedly stomped his feet, at a loss.

She was stunned! The frost visible to the naked eye spread little by little to all directions, and Mo Tear's body was even more wrapped in frost.

She shook her tears quickly and said hurriedly, "Hey, hey, wake up." ”

Mo Tear didn't have any reaction, Lin Xiaomu touched his forehead without any temperature, and his heart instantly cooled half.

"Don't die!" Lin Xiaomu quickly lit the bonfire, in a hurry, not knowing what to do next.

She had never seen such a strange thing, a person who was fine just now, now her body temperature is colder than ice, can this still be saved? .

"Not dead yet. Lin Xiaomu took the faint pulse of Mo tears and muttered, "What should I do?

She quickly thought of a way in her mind, and the first way floated through her head, and it was the only way now.

Lin Xiaomu quickly raised several fires again, forming a circle around Mo Tears.

She quickly called Mo Tear to help him up, hesitated for a moment, and finally quickly untied his belt and stripped off his clothes, revealing his body as white as snow, bumpy and bumpy...... She hugged him tightly, wrapping all her clothes in a ball of herself and her tears.

Lin Xiaomu knew that it was wrong to do this, but she had to save him, and this was the only way, and it was not necessarily a successful way.

The moment Lin Xiaomu made contact with Mo Tear's body, Lin Xiaomu felt the biting cold, and trembled a few times, she felt the thick muscles on Mo Tear's chest, the loose skin, and her face instantly swollen ~ red.

Lin Xiaomu hugged Mo Tear tightly, and his plump chest pressed out a wonderful arc. His head rested on her sleek shoulders, her lips pressed to her tears.

"Ink tears, wake me up quickly. Lin Xiaomu whispered in his ear, "You took advantage of me, don't die like this." ”

It didn't seem right for Lin Xiaomu to say this, no matter how he looked at it, he took advantage of him, and then his face turned crimson.

Mo Tear Consciousness is now in the valley surrounded by mountains, surrounded by thousands of high snow-capped mountains, thousands of miles of frozen bottom valleys, and even the light from the sky is a piercing cold light.

Mo Tear was thinly dressed at the moment, and his first reaction was cold, biting cold, the cold air was like a 10,000-year-old ice silkworm drilling into his skin, and even the air he inhaled had to freeze his throat.

He subconsciously tightened his clothes, and then clasped his hands together, his body trembling constantly.

Suddenly, there were countless lonely ghosts floating in the sky, they were unclothed, floating in all directions, some of their bodies had frozen to dark red, and their bodies were cracked, terrifying.

They wailed and cried everywhere, and their terrifying cries would echo through the great valley, each one terrifying and terrifying.

The ink tears had completely shrunk into a ball, gulping cold air, and his body was gradually covered with blisters, he just wanted to escape from this ghost place at the moment.

But at this moment, his body seemed to be frozen, and it was difficult to move, and he quickly mobilized the eight hot hells in his body to resist the biting cold wind and bone-chilling cold air.

But at this time, the Eight Heat Hell could not bring him any warmth, just like a trace of spark sinking into the boundless deep sea, without any effect.

The blood blisters on Mo Tear's body began to burst, but fortunately he didn't feel pain, he was covered in cold, and even if he amputated his leg now, he wouldn't feel half of the pain.

Her body was covered with abscesses, cracked and grown, and now he was skinless, and his flesh was frozen blue, with four cracks.

Listening to the ghosts crying and howling from all directions, sighing and sighing, and calling for cold, he felt despair, complete despair.

He was curled up in a ball, lying on the ice, trembling like a sheep in a mad man's head, in search of a glimmer of warmth.

He felt like his blood was about to freeze, and even his bone marrow was about to freeze into gelatinous shape, and he kept making teeth clattering and clattering, and his face was covered with frost.

Gradually, the outermost layer of skin was also blurred, and his whole body was like a pile of blood and mud, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the horror was abnormal.

His flesh had frozen dark red, and eight cracks had opened, and this time he felt the deepest pain.

In reality, the ink tears shrank into a ball at some point, and the cold air on his body also exuded, and frost formed beside him unconsciously, spreading outward little by little.

Lin Xiaomu tightened his clothes, and a trace of cold air emerged from the gaps in his clothes. She felt the biting cold, and her white and naked body was covered with a thin layer of frost, like a beauty in the ice and snow, but her face showed a trace of pain.

The bonfires around them flickered and flickered and were about to be extinguished.

In the valley surrounded by snow-capped mountains, Mo Tear trembled more and more slowly, and his exhalation became weaker and weaker, and it was obvious that he was only one step away from death.

At this time, the flesh under his skin had frozen dark red, and his body had split into sixteen petals.

The cold wind was like a knife scraping at his body, and between the cracks in his body, countless iron-beaked insects were biting him.

"Mother, it hurts~ It hurts,......" He slowly closed his eyes, muttering to himself over and over again, he was on the verge of giving up at the moment, and he was even more in the clutches of death.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable warmth in his heart, which seemed to be a warmth that was hundreds of millions of years late, and the warming of the earth seemed to be able to melt ice and snow and revive all things.

Mo Tear thought of the "stupid" girl in his mind, remembered the young man with a sense of justice, and even remembered the master, senior brothers and sisters, one by one, one by one, scene after scene, constantly rolling in his mind, bringing him a trace of warmth.

Suddenly, he let out a loud cry, tried to stand up with great difficulty, took those two steps forward with great difficulty, and moved his body inch by inch with great difficulty.

He wanted to get out of this valley, he had to climb if he couldn't walk, and if he couldn't climb, he would squirm, anyway, he wanted to get out, he wanted to finish what he hadn't done, and he didn't want to die like this.

He didn't know how many times he fell, he didn't know how many steps he walked, he didn't know how long he climbed, he didn't know how far he squirmed, he just knew that whenever he was about to give up, there was always a warm warmth that filled his body.

He climbed over snow-capped mountains and ice valleys, his body began to warm up, and finally he jumped off the cliff.

There were villages and cottages at the bottom of the cliff and the sunshine he had always dreamed of, and he jumped down the cliff without hesitation.

With his jump, the Wanzhang Snow Mountain and Baizhang Ice Valley behind him instantly pressed into a small white ball and entered his body.

Mo Tear's body gradually warmed up, and the vitality in his body burst like a bomb, turning into an ethereal nebula qi vortex, and there was a miserable white bead in the center of the nebula qi vortex, which was the Eight Cold Hells.