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The mask reflected the frost and snow, glowing with a cold and cold light.

The white-robed old man stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the middle-aged man who was firmly restrained in the air by heavy chains, and his voice was faint like a sigh:

"Three hundred years later, you're still as conceited as ever...... But that's why I'm coming to you. ”

"How about it, have you thought about it?" he looked at the man above, his ice-blue eyes revealing a bit of thoughtfulness, "No matter how sharp the blade is, it is meaningless to be sealed under the ice and snow." You don't want to realize your value?"

The man sighed faintly:

"Not everyone in this world is as motivated as you......

"I'm no longer the hot-blooded young man I was three hundred years ago...... Although this spiral tower is a little colder and the environment is a little worse, it is a place far away from distractions and suitable for quiet retirement......"

He looked at the old man below and raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you stay too?" ”

“……”

Xuan Lao stared at him, and gradually frowned.

"Poofha!" the man looked at the old man's obviously changed face and laughed, "Just kidding, why are you still the same as before, you don't have the slightest sense of humor." ”

Xuan Lao squinted his eyes slightly, and a chill gradually overflowed from his eyes:

"Ghost, I'm running out of time, you'd better stop challenging my patience. ”

He looked at the old man's frosty face, and sighed lowly, as if he was a little aggrieved:

"Hua Lingxuan, you want to ask me for help, but you don't know how to deal with the Moon God, so what can I do? ”

Xuan Lao looked at him, and his voice was faint:

"You just need to find the Lair of the Moon God as quickly as you can, lure him out, and leave the rest alone. ”

He pursed his lips and lowered his face: "Draw it out, it's easy to say, this is a technical ......."

"What about after it comes out?"

He looked at the old man below, raised his eyebrows, and there was a rare trace of seriousness in his eyes:

"The moon god's control and control of the wind is unmatched, not to mention that there are very few people in this world who can approach him in the face of the raging wind......"

"Even if he was really lucky enough to send a knife into his chest, with the strange physique of the moon god, an ordinary sword would not be able to hurt him at all. ”

Xuan Lao frowned slightly, slowly lowered his eyelids, and was silent.

A moment of silence.

Only the sharp and bright ice ridges grew like weeds and made a "rustling" sound, and the whole ice room was a little frighteningly quiet.

Ban Yu,

A low sigh sounded: "Yes...... That's what worries me the most. ”

The old man slowly raised his eyes, and a few strands of mottled sideburns fell to the side of the mask.

"The real scary thing about the moon god is not only the precise manipulation of the wind...... It's the body that doesn't hurt or die. ”

"Even if you kill him a thousand times, under that kind of monster-like physique, the wound heals even faster than the speed of a sword swing......

The old man looked at the bright ice flowers that bloomed quietly in the room, as if thinking of a mottled history:

"Three hundred years ago, Ellen Is's tens of millions of soldiers fought against the demon clan, and the twelve holy angels, including you and me, threw our heads and spilled blood, and fought desperately and bloodily for days and nights, but even if the sword was worn and broken, and everyone was exhausted and injured, the moon god was still unscathed......"

The man hung in the air, quietly looking at the murderous intent and hatred in the old man's eyes, frowning slightly, and his voice was low and a little puzzled:

"Immortal...... And how did he end up dying?"

The old man raised his eyes to look at him, and his voice was faint:

"Weren't you there at the time? ”

The man sighed:

"It happened suddenly, everyone was in a state of fighting, how could I have that idle time to desert. Later, I suddenly saw that the demon clan was in chaos, and then our morale was high, and the demon clan was defeated and retreated......"

He shook his head regretfully:

"Later, I was so busy tracking down the remnants of the Demon Clan, and I didn't even see the body of the moon god...... It's a pity. ”

Xuan Lao lowered his eyelids and was silent, as if frost was frozen in his eyes.

Slowly moving his gaze to the old man who suddenly fell silent, the man raised his eyebrows, meaningfully:

"But...... Hua Lingxuan, the death of the moon god should have nothing to do with you, right?"

The white robe flicked lightly, and quietly climbed up a layer of ice stains.

The old man raised his eyes to look at him, and the half mask on the right side of his face reflected the frost and snow, glowing with a cold light:

"If I really had that ability, I would have rushed out to find the moon god and crushed his bones and ashes with a thousand knives, and I still need to run to this spiral tower in the ice and snow to find you?"

The man looked at the bitter hatred in his eyes, was slightly stunned, slowly lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

In the middle of the night, a low sigh sounded.

The man slowly raised his head and looked at the only closed window in the ice room, and the snow could be faintly seen outside.

He looked at the snowflakes that were like fluttering snowflakes, and his voice was low, and he muttered to himself:

"If the rumors are still there...... Ellens would never have been so passive. ”

The white hair was lightly brushed and stained with a few snowflakes.

The old man lowered his head and slowly lowered his eyelids: "The person who has been dead for so many years, what do you still want him to do." ”

The long, snow-white wings stretched out in the air, bound by heavy chains, covered with ice and snow, and countless ice stains fell off the frozen wings.

He looked at the snow sprinkled outside the window, and the corners of his lips curled up, but there was a faint oozing bitterness:

"That's my brother...... How not to want to. ”

The old man paused, looked up at him, and frowned.

"That guy...... Brilliant and willing to work hard, like a nerd who stumbles with books all day long......" he smiled, as if recalling a long past, "simple and brainless, without a city, like a blank sheet of paper." Every time I train, I just need to be a little clever, and he will be defeated......"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the smile quietly dissipated.

He looked out the window in a daze, and his eyes revealed a hint of sluggishness:

"It's a pity, that fool...... was originally talented and had a bright future, but in the end, for a woman of the demon clan, he was ruined and his bones were ruined......"

A little ice stain loosened in the corner of his eye and quietly fell off, falling to the ground and shattering. He slowly withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes:

“…… It's silly. ”

The cold air flowed quietly, and countless brilliant crystal ice edges bloomed densely from all over the room.

Whew——

The heavy door, covered in snow and ice, slowly opened to the sides.

Bright light poured in from outside the door in an instant, and the ice ridges reflected the light, which was a little dazzling.

The white robe was lightly brushed, dyed with a touch of pure frost and snow.

The old man turned to leave, his mottled sideburns fluttering on his forehead, and a few ice stains quietly fell off.

"I still have something to do, so I don't have time to listen to you. If you don't have the guts to defeat the Moon God, forget it. Anyway, there are many candidates, and there is no shortage of you. ”

The ragged clothes, covered with ice and snow, were swept up by the cold wind outside the door, and quietly fell off and shattered.

The tall middle-aged man was bound in the air of the ice room by several chains, squinting slightly, as if he was not used to the bright light outside the door.

He looked at the old man's back, slowly lowered his eyelids, and his voice was low as if sighing:

“…… I'll think about it. ”