"The jade is burning!" Di Jie roared up to the sky, his handsome face hideous.

At this moment, he has no vitality, no future, and no beautiful dreams that he fantasizes about all the time. However, he can use what little will he has left to do a wonderful thing.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls came one after another. It was hard to imagine that the wisps of blue flames that were still lingering around him at all times actually converged in an instant and turned into an extremely irregular dazzling ice crystal.

Because it is so dazzling, no matter how you look at it, you can never determine its true color, sometimes it is jet black, sometimes it is gorgeous, and even richer than the color of the rainbow after the rain, and it is even more messy.

It's hard to imagine that the already cool night sky is even more chilly at the moment, soaking the soul. I don't know when, there are already snowflakes falling one after another in the air, as if in the next moment, they have fallen on top of their heads.

"Haha......" seems to have realized that Di Jie has returned to his previous appearance, unruly and arrogant. Coupled with the wisps of blood that spurted out of his mouth from time to time, he was extremely terrifying at this moment, like a devil, "even if he died...... I must also pull you to the funeral!"

Bang!

In an instant, the ice crystal, which seemed to be always stationary, shattered inexplicably. What is completely different from the imagined situation is that at this moment, what is presented is not a ball of blue flames, or a terrifying aftermath, but a dense network of thousands of tiny blue thorns.

If any outsider had stayed here, he would have been sneering and contemptuous at this moment. Or rather, he would never believe that an ice spike hanging in the air thinner than a needle and thread would pose a threat to his life.

It's not hard to imagine that before the slightest trace of blue ice spikes could sink into his body, they would quickly melt away and disappear. After all, any hint of blue thorn is still too faint, too small.

"What is this?" but, at this moment, there was such a very charming voice in the air.

If you taste it, you will find that the owner of this voice is not Di Jie himself, but someone else. It is not difficult to understand that this person is a mysterious person who has always been hidden in the shadows.

"Haha......" This is a wild laugh, shocking the world, crying ghosts and gods.

However, Dijie stiffened in the midst of his own wild laughter, and died. It's hard to describe his terrifying appearance at the moment, his entire body has already become blood-red and riddled with holes. After all, any trace of blue thorn didn't mean to let him go.

However, this is not the main thing.

Click! Bang!

What is very surprising is that at this moment, there was such an extremely messy and strange sound opposite Di Jie, who had already turned into an ice corpse. The most important thing is that at this moment, there is a very strange scene presented.

In a position three steps away from Di Jie, a figure gradually flashed at this moment. Or rather, he is moving from obscurity to clarity. If you look closely, you can also find the cold armor on this person's body. It didn't take long for him to be fully revealed.

It was a young man of ordinary appearance and medium build, with almost no eye-catching appearance. However, the little tears that always shine in the other party's eyes bring people an extreme sadness.

Burst!

Suddenly, the young man, who had been staying quietly, suddenly bowed down and spurted out a mouthful of extremely piercing blood. If you look closely, you can even see a trace of blue ice mixed with blood.

At this moment, he became extremely weak and crumbling, as if he would stumble and collapse to the ground in the next moment. However, he still insisted on standing, raised the soles of his feet, and gradually faded away in this deep darkness of the night.

And what remains here is only this unusually cold corpse. However, what is very puzzling is that even though a long time has passed, he is still bloodshot and motionless.

If the field of vision can ignore all the darkness and start to swim in all directions, then you will see that there are many corpses that resemble ice, but among them, there is a famous ancient warrior.

This is an extremely lonely village, even though a long time has passed, it still presents a deep tranquility. No matter how you look at it, it's hard to notice a trace of fragrance and warmth.

Ten miles away, it would have been hazy and silent anywhere in the middle of the night. However, what is completely different from the imaginary situation is that at this moment, there are several places that are actually flashing with thick bright light.

It's a sandy place, and in such a desolate area, there are many similarities. Almost every moment, there are wisps of unfamiliar breath one after another. Of course, you can also spot the little grains of sand that disappear with the wind.

Sou!

Suddenly, a purple shadow flashed. However, what makes people feel the most is the biting cold that blows on their faces from time to time. But all the land where this man passes. Whether it is in the air or on the ground, it is actually hung with patches of white snow, layers of cold light.

This is an unusually handsome young man, both in appearance and figure, all of them are perfect to the extreme. If any young girl stays here, she will definitely make a secret promise at this moment, and her heart will beat faster.

This young man is none other than Shang Ziyi.

It seemed that he already knew the exact location of the nearest village, but at this moment he was calm and walked leisurely. But even so, every time he flashed, he was already a hundred meters away.

Buzz!

However, his journey is not destined to be too peaceful. Because at this moment, a dazzling sword light was coming towards this place at great speed in the howling of the wind. It was as if in the next moment, it would fall on you.

"Hmph! carving insect skills!" At this, Shang Ziyi's face was calm and he ignored it.

The most important thing is that even if this sword has already fallen on him, he is not prepared to resist it slightly. Perhaps, he didn't notice the sword coming from behind him, or maybe he didn't care at all.

Completely different from the imaginary situation, there was no extremely strange sound at this moment, but it seemed more "quiet" than at the beginning. It is not difficult to see that this sword is frantically dissolving at an extremely terrifying speed. In an instant, it was dim and vanished.

It's hard to imagine that Shang Ziyi is still walking in his own footsteps, slowly approaching a village. Worryingly, this village is very special. In other words, Chang'e stopped here.