can make the "Sword Beauty" Pu Jia, who is known as the "Frost Sword Flying Flower", cry at the same time as the "Frost Beauty" Xia Hui. There was nothing more to ask for in the Ink Dead. He's done what most people can't.

Pu Jia never thought that the man who was arrogant and indifferent in the eyes of outsiders, but cynical in front of him, would also fight for others. In fact, in Mo Yan's heart. Pu Jia, Xia Hui, Han Ji, and they have long been regarded by him as writers, including Meng Jian, who was crying in front of him.

Too many things have happened during this time, which makes Mo Yan a little messy with his hair. In short, since Yun Fan's return, this man has felt that he is losing everything he has. Losing his brother who was dependent on him, losing his old life, and losing everything he cared about.

It felt like a blade slicing open a wrist, and hot blood was falling down the wound. Compared with the "death" itself, what is painful is always the process of waiting for it to come slowly.

It has been said that a dying person will experience the time of his life flashing through his mind before he dies, but only if that person is sure that he will die and is in the process of waiting for death to come.

It's like the ink of the present.

When the sharp dagger dispensed with the cumbersome spinning and slashing blows, and pierced the "Shenchi Acupoint" of the ink corpse, the ink corpse chose not to stop it, and let the dagger pierce into his body, in exchange for a battle with the boy!

The true qi in the body gradually collapsed as the dagger cut in.

Hot blood spilled on the path of the ink corpse.

The person of [Reverse Heart Martial Arts] manipulates the true qi to resist the enemy with his will, and it is easy to reveal flaws once he wanders or fights against many people. This is like the previous Qing Yan's first appearance directly shocked Mo Yan, but in the face of the sudden attack of Pu Jia, he still needed to concentrate on the battle, which led to the originally controlled Mo Yan having the opportunity to get close to him.

The boy recalled the dagger that had stabbed Lei Yi in horror, and instead spun and cut Mo Yan's legs to restrain his hurried steps. The sparks that fell melted in the wind and snow.

In desperation, Qing Yan gave up the dagger buried deep in the body of the ink corpse with his true qi, forcibly built a barrier of true qi, and manipulated the other dagger that was knocked away to intercept the ink corpse!

"Dingdingding-"

As long as Qing Yan resists Mo Yan's next assassination, Mo Yan will become a waste person because of his true anger after being stabbed in the Shenchi Acupoint, and it will be difficult to afford the sword in the short term!

So Mo Yan had to kill him before his true anger was exhausted.

There is not much time left for Qingyan and Mo Yan.

The black flames gradually stopped gathering inward during this time. It can be seen that Qing Yan has spent all his experience in the process of fighting against Mo Yan. Xia Hui wanted to step forward to help Mo Yan, but Pu Jia didn't allow it.

Sparks scattered, blood splattered with frost and snow.

In his frightened gaze, Mo Yan jumped up, crossed the barrier of true qi condensation, and cut directly into Qing Yan's neck, intending to kill him on the spot! Seeing that the barrier could not stop Mo Yan's Qing Yan, he immediately used his strong will and reaction to use his condensed qi as a shield in an instant, trying to parry Mo Yan's sword slash!

The huge roar made the eardrums of everyone in a radius of ten miles tighten when the soft sword You Hong touched the true qi barrier! Then the barrier shattered, and the soft sword You Hong broke! At the moment of crisis, Mo Yan pulled out the dagger that pierced into his divine pool, peeled off the flying broken blade, and pierced Qing Yan's eyebrows! Qing Yan was shocked, and hurriedly gave up all attacks, intending to re-condense the true qi and use it as armor to resist this most fatal blow.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that at this time, the nine silver needles actually took advantage of the gap between Qingyan's condensation qi to send out from the ink corpse's sleeves!

Mo Yan knew that there was no way to kill the young man in front of him with the silver needle alone, so at that moment, Mo Yan immediately made a decision, and used the silver needle to penetrate the acupuncture points of Qingyan's condensation of true qi, making him become the same as himself, even if he survived tonight, he could only become a waste person in the short term. In this way, even if Mo Yan failed to assassinate Qing Yan, the living Pu Jia and Xia Hui could naturally easily kill the young man in front of them!

"No, it can't be, it's impossible......

Qing Yan's eyes widened in disbelief, watching the dagger blade in front of him get closer and closer, and finally sank into his eyebrows. The black flames that were originally soaring into the sky erupted with a strange blue light at the same moment, which was terrifying! Qing Yan couldn't believe that these were true, he was actually killed by a mortal martial artist!

It stands to reason that Gu Yu's prediction cannot be wrong.

He came to Dongji to kill Lei Yi, and now Lei Yi is in front of him. According to the prophecy, Lei Yi should have died at his hands, but why is it not Lei Yi but Qingyan who is dying now? Could it be that the time has not come? Or is it that Gu Yu is lying to him?

Qingyan's consciousness began to blur,

With a heart full of grief and unwillingness,

The black-clad boy lay in a pool of blood.

The towering flames gradually dissipated in the wind and snow.

Looking at Qing Yan's eyes, which he couldn't believe that he would be killed by his Mo Yan, Mo Yan showed a long-lost smile, and then he let go of the hands holding the dagger, turned his head and walked slowly towards Pu Jia.

Seeing this, Meng Jian and Xia Hui stepped forward to help him as soon as possible. As a result, Mo Yan refused. He insisted on relying on his own strength to walk in front of Pu Jia. Blood stained the ground white, and then the new snow was covered with blood, and it was red again with the scorching blood.

Tears unconsciously soaked everyone's eyes.

In the end, Mo Yan fell weakly into Pu Jia's arms.

It was a long night for everyone. Gu Yina, who came to help, didn't expect that the five hundred armor of Mingguang armor could run so fast, obviously they were riding horses from the Sabu Department.

The night became thicker and darker, and the snow in the sky took advantage of the momentum of the wind, causing everyone's skin to ache. Gradually, Gu Yina and the others unknowingly lost their way on the way to Changqing Village for support.

The three thousand Sabe Iron Riders had been back and forth on the same hillside four times, and Xin Zaima looked at Gu Yina puzzled: "From just now to now, we are all wandering in the same place?

Gu Yina frowned, her sapphire eyes tried to see through the night, but in the end she found nothing: "This is the magic of the Black Heaven Sect. Those who can perform this level of magic are probably above the Pope's level. Even though I can't see anything now, I'm pretty sure it's coming from the front. ”

Sinzaima was surprised: "Aren't they already dead in the long river of time, turning into sand and gravel at the bottom of the river?"

Gu Yina said meaningfully: "If this is the case, you will not see me at this moment. ”

Sinzaima was puzzled: "Could it be that Mr. is too..."

Gu Yina smiled bitterly: "What do you think, Akzati and I came to this world specifically to destroy them! If they really disappear, we will also leave this world forever!"

Those obsessive primeval myths are just one of the most important aspects of Chinese culture. Xin Zaima, who grew up in the Northern Desert, only knew about the grievances between the Chiyan Warriors and the Black Heaven Sect, but did not know about the past legends between them.

After thinking about it, Sinzaima asked, "Then what should we do next, if we continue to wander in place like this, I'm afraid we can only collect the corpses of the Frost Sword and the Mingguang Armor!"

Guina did not reply to Sinzaima's words. In silence, the blonde-haired woman tried to find out from the wind once again what was happening in Changqing Village. As a result, in the deep darkness ahead, a blue fire suddenly flickered on and out in an instant.

Then, one after another, the low wails echoed in this unquiet night. Before Sinzaima could react to what had just happened, the sound of an ancient song suddenly sounded.

"What kind of sound is this?" Xin Zaima subconsciously clenched the golden knife in his hand, but saw Gu Yina frowning and said, "'Bliss Death Song' is a magic technique used by the Black Heaven Sect to awaken the dead!"

Sinzaima looked at Guyina in bewilderment, not understanding what she was saying. However, when the old song came to an abrupt end, a bloodied warrior with a sword in his hand slowly walked slowly out of the night.

The surrounding Sabe Iron Riders were slightly agitated after seeing this scene, and spontaneously became vigilant. By the faint light of the fire, Sinzaima saw the man's outfit clearly, and exclaimed, "Don't be nervous, it's the Frost Sword, your own people!"

After hearing this, Huo Ran pulled out the long knife "Qixing" in the scabbard. Sinzaima didn't notice Gu Yina's vigilance, and was about to step forward to ask what was going on in front of the frost sword, but Gu Yina suddenly stopped her: "Don't go over, it's not the frost sword in front!"

Sinzaima was puzzled: "But, I see that his outfit is the armor of the Frost Sword!"

Guina reminded, "Look at his eyes!"

In the dark night, with the light of the fire extinguished by the wind, Sinzaima saw clearly the strangeness that Guina had reminded. She asked Gu Yina again suspiciously, "Red, what's going on?"

Between the words, more and more such frost swords slowly walked out of the night. What made Xin Zaima even more unexpected was that these frost sword crowds were also mixed with some black-armored bear men, as well as the warriors of the Thousand Thunder Country and their war bears.

In silence, these inhuman monsters began a silent confrontation with the Sabe Iron Rider in front of them. A pair of scarlet eyes looked straight at the scene in front of them, with both fanatical greed and endless indifference.

"The whole army is on alert!" Seeing this, Sinzaima raised his arms and shouted! But after hearing Sinzaima's roar, these monsters all seemed to be awakened, and after the hoarse roar, they launched a charge against the Sabe Iron Horse!

At this moment, all the Sabe Iron Riders pulled out the arc knives on their waists, ready to follow Sinzaima to fight their way, but as if she had heard something, Guina hurriedly turned around and shouted to everyone: "Retreat!

Between the words, the three thousand Sabu Iron Riders turned around and galloped away under Gu Yina's orders, without the slightest hesitation. Although Sinzaima did not understand it, she still complied with Guina's wishes.

Behind them, the roaring monsters turned from their previous slow steps to galloping on all fours. During the long, noisy snowy nights, such chases were repeated over and over again.

In Sinzaima's eyes, there was only the cold wind in front of him at this moment. It didn't take long for the 3,000 Sabe Iron Cavalry to join up with the warriors who had come to support Chiyan. But seeing that Gu Yina turned around and transferred the order, she directly took over the command of these two armies, and said loudly: "Array, resist the enemy!"

After hearing this, Sinzaima turned to Gu Yina and said, "I'm afraid I'll lose the opportunity to wait for them to come over like this!" Sir, please allow me to take the lead in the charge!"

Gu Yina pulled out the long knife in her hand and slowly pointed to the depths ahead. Between the heavens and the earth, the frost and snow were full of eyes, and although the darkness of the night made them unable to see the monsters that were surging like a tide, the terrible roar touched everyone's heart.

"Look at it, don't blink. Gu Yina said lightly to Sinzaima, as if something earth-shaking was going to happen here in the next moment. Just as Sinzaima was expecting what would happen, above the thick canopy, a stream of light wrapped in red flames pierced the sky, and then landed impartially at the position pointed by the tip of Guina's knife!

What surprised Sinzaima even more was that she heard Akzati's voice when this streamer broke through the night: "No matter how deep the night ahead, I will inherit the name of "Xuanyu" and open the way for you with the arrows in my hand."

But I saw that in the depths of the night, the streamer was fleeting. In a moment, the red flame that originally lingered around the streamer spread unbridled in the wind and breath, and gradually showed the trend of burning the prairie fire.

For a time, the fire borrowed the wind, and the wind helped the fire!

In the wail, the scarlet eyes gradually dimmed, and the monsters that were about to rush towards Gu Yina and the others ushered in their own destiny under the baptism of red flames.

"All the troops are attacking!"

When the long knife "Enlightening Star" in Gu Yina's hand waved again, the silent 1,000-armored Chiyan warrior took the lead and began to clean up the mess in the snowy night in an orderly manner. Sinzaima, who had been waiting for a long time, grinned, and carried three thousand Sabu iron horsemen on both sides to carry out a guerrilla harvest.

Far away, upstairs in Bright Moon City. Akzati closed his eyes tightly, silently listening to every detail of what happened in the deep night from the sound of the wind, for fear of missing something. But in fact, Akzati has already missed the most important details.

He plucked the bowstring carefully, for fear that if he was not careful, he might cause a wide range of accidental injuries! Compared with the "streamer" surrounded by black flames, the "streamer" wrapped in red flames was more lethal, which also meant that every time he plucked the string, it would be more laborious.

The wind mixed with frost and snow was blowing in his face, and in the long night, Akzati stood alone at the head of the bright moon city, closing his eyes and silently listening to Gu Yina's every move. From her heartbeat to her breathing, and worried, "Gotta come back alive." ”

As he spoke, he plucked the bowstring again.

The streamer wrapped in red flames dispelled the depth of the night along the way at the moment of leaving the string, like a falling star lighting up the hope of life for the warriors who fought in the snowy night.

......

At this time, Meng Jian looked at Mo Yan, who had lost his breath, and tears fell like rain. He began to confess that he was still angry with him in the evening. Unfortunately, Mo Yan could no longer hear his confession.

In front of her, Pu Jia hugged Mo Yan's body tightly and didn't know what she was talking to herself. Xia Hui kept wiping away her tears and pretending to be strong, but as a result, the prince of Qianlei Kingdom, who wanted to take the opportunity to escape, diverted her attention.

In the midst of grief, the voice that had disappeared suddenly appeared in Meng Jian's mind: "So sad, beg me, beg me, I can help you save this person."

In the void world of consciousness, Meng Jian once again got the opportunity to talk to "Shuo": "Can you really save him?"

"I'm a god, as long as his body isn't destroyed, I can give him a new lease of life, even if it's full of holes."

"I beg you, please save him!"

"Is this person important to you?"

"I don't know, maybe. ”

"There is a certain number of life and death in the floating world, and it is impossible to change your life against the sky without paying a price, you have to think about this clearly, if you have to save every person who dies, you will soon be lost in this world of nothingness."

"When did you become so merciful?"

"I'm just curious about you."

"Curious?"

"People's hearts are fickle, and if you really insist on saving them, I will not stop you. After this time, you have eleven more chances to summon me to help you out."

"What will I pay for that?"

"Soon you'll know, and I won't tell you. So, do you still want to save this man, Meng Jian?"

"Save!"

"Close Your Eyes"

In the world of nothingness, Meng Jian closed his eyes according to the instructions of "Shuo". When Meng Jian in the real world opened his eyes again, "Shuo" once again occupied Meng Jian's body.

At this time, Pu Jia didn't notice Meng Jian's abnormality.

saw Meng Jian wipe away her tears, and suddenly seemed to be a different person. Xia Hui and Lei Yi's eyes accidentally touched him at this time, and as a result, they were exiled to the void world where Meng Jian himself was at this moment, and he was also exiled to Pu Jia.

Looking at the real world again, Pujia Xia Hui and Lei Yi were frozen in place, like a stone statue. On a snowy night, I heard Meng Jian suddenly clear her throat and began to hum a mournful old ballad.

"Bliss: Death Song"

One of the forbidden anomalies of the Black Heaven Sect.

Through the singing of the blessings of the secret method, the spirits of the deceased are deceived into returning to their bodies, making them think that they are still alive. And guide them to do whatever the caster wants to do, and it also has the effect of "conjuring spirits".

The snow, covering the eyes, puts on a new coat for all things in heaven and earth, as if preparing in advance for the next carnival. It's a celebration where the living and the dead dance together!

When Meng Jian finished humming this ancient ballad, he slowly walked over to the dead Qing Yan and gently stroked his forehead with the dagger buried. Then, memories of Qingyan poured into Shuo's memories along the touch of Meng Jian's fingers and his forehead.

"It's too pitiful" to occupy the "Shuo" of Meng Jian's body, and after experiencing the memories of Qingyan's life, he said to himself: "Now, you can't die yet, you have to live"

As he spoke, Meng Jian's index finger slashed with the blade of the dagger. The scorching blood, mixed with the chaotic primordial power, flowed down Meng Jian's fingers, through the dagger into the wound on Qingyan's forehead, and poured into Qingyan's skull.

At this moment, the real Meng Jian closed his eyes because he listened to "Shuo's" instructions, so he didn't know what "Shuo" was doing. Since the world of nothingness is not interconnected with the real world, Shuo takes advantage of this to modify Meng Jian's perception of time in the world of nothingness, and then makes Meng Jian unaware that he has done a lot of things while his eyes are closed.

After making contact with Qingyan, Meng Jian returned to Mo Yan's side. He stretched out his pale hand and stayed in front of Mo Yan's forehead for a long time. Bright red blood slowly dripped down the wound on Meng Jian's fingertips, which had not yet scabbed, on Mo Yan's wound. This scene looks like he is seeing off Mo Yan, and it seems to be welcoming his new life.

Inadvertently, the black flames ignited the dead corpse of Qing Yan. All of this seemed to be expected by Meng Jian. So, he didn't look back until the black flame turned blue. The dagger that was originally inserted in Qingyan's forehead melted in the flames. And the ink corpse, which was already dead, also regained his heartbeat the moment the dagger melted.

Although, at this moment, Mo Yan has not yet woken up from his coma. But with the "Shuo" dominated by Meng Jian's body, the task has been completed. In the silence, Xia Hui, Pu Jia and others suddenly came back to their senses, including Meng Jian himself. Except for Meng Jian, they couldn't remember how long they had spent in the world of nothingness, or what they had experienced.

"Shuo" steals time from their inadvertent.

At this time, Pu Jia, who was originally in tears, suddenly felt the ink in her arms, and her body had a temperature. She instinctively pressed her ear to Mo Yan's chest to see if there was any heartbeat. As a result, Mo Yan woke up at this time and hugged her.

Xia Hui on the side was stunned, even though he had already known this ending, Meng Jian could not suppress the surprise and joy in his heart in the end. Although he didn't understand what the "price" that "Shuo" meant just now, with such a warm picture, Meng Jian thought that no matter what the "price" meant, it was worth paying.

Thinking about it, no one realized it.

Qing Yan, who had died before, slowly opened his eyes at this time. And the scarlet that originally lingered in his eyes also turned into black and bloody pupils at this moment!