In the ice and snow world, the little girl walked alone, wearing a red dress on her back, and still hadn't woken up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I don't know how far I've walked, I don't know how long I've walked, I don't know how many people I've worshipped, and the little girl who hasn't stopped for a moment is wet with sweat, and her forehead is red with blood.

The cold wind of winter, blowing on the body, cold and biting, sleepless for many days, even if it has entered the congenital, the little girl gradually can't hold on, every step, the delicate body stumbles a step.

Not far away, in the village, the sound of dangdang's iron striking came into the ears, one after another, one after another.

The little girl looked up, there was not much brilliance in her big eyes, and after a few more steps, her consciousness suddenly blurred, and she fell silently into the snow.

In the village, in front of the blacksmith shop, the little boy who was chopping wood immediately dropped his firewood knife and ran over.

"Mother, someone fainted"

The two figures who were unconscious in the snow, the little boy's still immature face showed a hint of urgency, and shouted loudly towards the room behind.

Not long after the words fell, a woman walked out of the room not far away, and the two figures in front of her who fell in the heavy snow turned around and said, "Father, child, someone has fainted, hurry up."

In the room, a middle-aged man with an honest face put down the hammer in his hand and immediately headed outside

"It's a little girl, and a young man"

The middle-aged man didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly walked out, beckoning, "Damn it, you can also come and help"

"Yes"

The woman dropped what she had in her hand and hurried to follow.

In the heavy snow, the unconscious girl, the blood stains on her eyebrows are still visible, and she prayed for a blessing, worshiped many people, and begged for many families.

The man picked up the young man in red on his back in the snow, and helped the woman and the little boy to pick up the girl, and walked carefully towards the village.

Inside, the fire was beating and warm, in stark contrast to the cold outside.

The man and the woman helped the unconscious two people to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and immediately brought hot water to warm up the two of them.

"Doctor, please," said the two young men on the woman's side, a little unbearable.

"Well, please"

The man hesitated, but nodded in response.

"I'll please"

The little boy heard this, and trotted out the door and ran towards the village.

After a while, an old man in a green shirt was pulled by the little boy out of breath, and after entering the house, he let out a long breath.

"Doctor Li, give these two children quickly," the woman said with a worried expression.

"That's it> the old man put down the medicine box, stepped forward, and checked the pulse of the two of them one by one, and the old face couldn't help but show a strange color, such a strange pulse.

"What's the matter?" the man asked.

"This little girl is fine, but she is tired from running around for a long time, and she is overdrawn, and she can recover after a few days of rest, it's just that this young man's pulse"

Speaking of this, the old man shook his head lightly and said, "This is not the pulse that ordinary people should have, or rather, this is not the pulse that a living person should have."

……

Mo Xing, in front of the platform of the Peak Dao, the three figures stood respectfully, the fifth peak, the sixth peak, the seventh peak, and the lords of the three peaks all arrived, waiting to receive their orders.

"Old Five"

On the platform, the ink master opened his mouth and said lightly, "How long have you been in the beginning?"

"Three hundred years," Qi Huan said respectfully.

"It turns out that it's been so long"

A touch of emotion flashed in the old eyes of the ink lord, and after turning into the peaks of the empty mountain, he said, "I taught you the immortal arts, how is your cultivation?"

"The disciple's qualifications are dull, and he has never been able to comprehend the true essence of immortal arts" Qi Huan lowered his head and responded.

When Lord Mo heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "You come forward."

Qi Huan raised his head, took a step forward, and walked to the front of the platform.

The ink lord raised his hand, the colorful brilliance shone, and an ancient primordial power continued to pour into the former's body, the vastness was boundless, and the terrifying coercion made the entire ink mountain shake with it.

"Ugh"

A painful muffled snort sounded, and the blood at the corner of Qi Huan's mouth flowed down, and it was difficult to inherit the power of immortal art.

The shining colorful brilliance became more and more prosperous, and Qi Huan's aura became more and more powerful, breaking through the limitations of the virtual realm and stepping into the real realm.

"Ahh

The disintegrating blood filled the heavens and the earth, and the price of strong cultivation was also beyond the level of endurance, Qi Huan's body was constantly trembling, and he was covered in blood.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the ink lord withdrew his hand, his breath converged, and the person in front of him said calmly, "You go, don't let the teacher down"

"Yes"

Qi Huan's body was still trembling, he barely stood up, and then turned around and walked towards the bottom of the Message Peak.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Sixth and Seventh Peaks, and he lowered his head silently.

True Martial Star, on the boundless wilderness, a lonely city, inaccessible, completely destroyed by war hundreds of years ago, and now it is long uninhabited.

In the city, in a dilapidated mansion, the purple-clothed marquis waited quietly, and there was only one person in the big city.

Xiang Yuan did not return, and the green pothos went out to look for medicine as usual, leaving Zichuan Town to guard the stronghold.

After waiting for a few days, no one returned, Ziyihou's face gradually showed impatience, his breath was restless, and his heart was full of irritability.

At this moment, in the sky above the city, dark clouds rolled, thunder was raging, and in the astonishing coercion, a figure in green clothes appeared and slowly fell.

The figure that appeared in purple-clothed Hou Ji looked stunned and looked shocked.

How did he find here?

"Zichuan, go back with me"

Qi Huan fell to the ground, the boundless oppression swept away, and the entire city collapsed, and the mountain sank to the ground, sinking ten zhang.

"It can't be done"

The purple-clothed marquis's expression sank and said.

"Then let's die"

When the words fell, Qi Huan stepped on his feet, turned his palm Ning Yuan, and instantly bullied himself.

The sudden killing situation, without warning, the purple-clothed marquis condensed, waved his hand, and the purple sword blade manifested, blocking the palm of the former.

With a thud, the tiger's mouth cracked, blood spilled, Ziyi Hou took a few steps back, and blood overflowed from his arm.

"Impossible, how can you have such a cultivation" Ziyihou's face sank and said.

"Say it again, go back with me," Qi Huan said coldly.

"Impossible"

The purple-clothed marquis stepped forward, the sword light was Linghua, and then opened a chapter of life and death.

The sonorous palms and swords, Huaguang Dao, each of which is a prelude to death, cannibalism with the same door, eyes and love, blood and tears fall in the heart.

The desolate city, in the two battles, was completely in ruins, and the dust and sand boulders flew to obscure the remnant sun.

There is no doubt, once he was also him, knowing that he was also involuntarily, when Zichuan's heart ached, the edge of the sword became faster and faster, just to live, just to live.

Qi Huan flipped his palm and shook the blade of the sword, with emotion on his face, and no mercy in his hands, every move was a power that shook the heavens and the earth.

The fierce battle situation beyond imagination, the Ziyi Hou was shocked and even more shocked, and the power of the sword was raised to the limit, confronting the opponent who was fully transformed.

"Ugh"

With a muffled snort, the palm power broke through the shackles of the sword light and imprinted it on his chest, and the purple-clothed marquis took a few more steps back, his mouth overflowing red.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the purple-clothed marquis pointed with his left hand, Ning Yuan, and a sword rainbow came out around the sword, and the immortal law appeared in the world, and a sword broke through the sky.

"Immortal art, purple rainbow through the sun"

The immortal law came out, the purple rainbow was stirring all over the sky, the sword intent was full, and the sky was broken.

Seeing this, Qi Huan's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Zichuan, the real immortal art should be like this."

"Seven Rainbow Burial Day"

As he spoke, Qi Huan raised his hand, and suddenly, the power of the law within a hundred miles rolled wildly, and in the void in front of him, an illusory divine yang manifested, shattering and formless in an instant, devouring the person in front of him.

Colorful, purple rainbows collided, and the terrifying aftermath roared and galloped out, terrifying might, instantly annihilating the surrounding void, and detonating for hundreds of miles.

In the aftermath, the purple-clothed Hou flew out, and the blood flew like rain, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Demon Presence"

There was no longer any hesitation, the purple-clothed Hou froze, and the black qi around him soared into the sky, and the violent black qi waves rose endlessly.

In the black air, Zi Chuan's face changed rapidly, the magic patterns were criss-crossed, the miserable white eyes, the pupils disappeared, and it was gloomy and abnormal, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

The next moment, a hundred zhang demon shadow appeared, and the majestic demonic qi penetrated the ground.

With the addition of the demon soul, the injuries in the body of the purple-clothed marquis were pressed, and with a movement of his feet, the figure disappeared in an instant.

The blade fell, and the demon shadow behind him fell at the same time, and the demonic qi sword momentum passed, and the void directly collapsed, turning into nothingness.

Qi Huan's eyes narrowed, and the colorful brilliance in his palm gathered, and he suddenly blocked the incoming move.

A roar sounded and the sea cracked, and the two of them withdrew in unison, their clothes stained red with blood from their mouths.

"Immortal Magic, Rainbow"

The aftermath was not over, but I saw a rainbow of light passing by, breaking through the space and instantly in front of me.

The purple-clothed marquis swung his sword to block the move, and suddenly, his body stagnated, and it was difficult to mention the true yuan.

"How could it be?"

Caught off guard, it was too late to react, and the rainbow light passed through the body, stained with blood red.

The dust and sand dissipated, a white-robed phantom disappeared silently, the figure that was stunned to the end, the blood stained the earth, and the unwilling and shocked eyes could not be blinded to death.

Not far away, Qi Huan's figure in a pool of blood, the grief in his eyes could not be concealed, and when he turned around, tears lingered.

"I hope that in the next life, I will not say goodbye"

The words fell, and Qi Huan walked away and disappeared into the remnant sun.

The cold wind blew, the dust and sand flew, covering the souls of the dead in battle, Zi Chuan, the seventh son of Momen, a hundred years ago, he survived by luck, and a hundred years later, the death catastrophe is still unavoidable.

The sorrow of cannibalism, the nine sons of Momen, who can be an exception.

The sunset set, the cold moon gradually rose, in the distance, the green light gathered, the pothos who came back from looking for medicine, the city of Fang, suddenly, the body trembled fiercely.

"Purple River"

The figure flashed and hurried forward.

In the collapsed mansion, the purple clothes are stained with dust, and only the unwilling eyes still refuse to close, empty, as if to indict the injustice of God.

"Zichuan, uh"

Extremely sad, extremely painful, seeing the unbelievable scene in front of him, the pothos eyes were shocked, and he stepped forward in two steps, and his body kept trembling.

The green clothes that knelt on the ground, on their always calm faces, finally couldn't stay calm at this moment, and tears slipped down one after another, falling into the dust.

used to be treated harshly and scolded again and again, it was the anger of the senior sister who depended on each other to hate the junior brother, however, in this world, they are each other's last relatives, how could she really not care about him.

The cold wind blew, bleak to the bone, and the mournful sound in the wind, muffled, staggered, and miserable......

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