A heavy snowfall began to fall in October, the climate of the moon star has changed rapidly in recent years, either extremely cold or extremely hot, spring and autumn are flashing, like the time of the white horse passing by, making people miss the short-lived beauty.

Wu Heng has no way of studying the truth or falsehood of the contract between the God King and the Demon King, such big people are all calculating each other, maybe they are uniting each other's calculations in the Seven Realms.

Of course, no one dares to bet on whether it is true or not, and if it is true, the vast battle of gods and demons will destroy too many living beings.

Leng Hanshuang didn't dare to gamble, and Wu Heng didn't dare to gamble, what he could do was to take precautions, or choose to stand in line.

Wu Heng suddenly felt that the temperature of the room was a little cold, obviously it was not a problem with the temperature surface, it was cold from the depths of his heart, or from the beauty standing in front of the window.

He found that something was wrong, everything was very wrong, but he still got up in a proper manner, folded the quilt carefully, opened the door of the room, and the merciless wind and snow came in an instant, blowing him in white clothes and hunting, and his long hair was messy.

"Disappointed in me, huh?"

Leng Hanshuang suddenly asked, his voice became much softer, and he looked at the back of the white-clothed scholar who walked out of the door, he quickly merged with the silver-covered town house, and gradually disappeared into the endless wind and snow.

"No disappointment, I'm sure you'll make the right choice. This was Wu Heng's last response.

"Be careful, your identity has been revealed, and many people are going to kill you as soon as possible. Leng Hanshuang looked out the window, at the wind and snow, at the boundless white world, but he couldn't see the back of the scholar, and he didn't know if he heard his instructions.

She closed the door, closed the window, locked her endless loss in the room, her small body curled up in the corner, and she also felt the coldness that Wu Heng felt before.

There were still a lot of things I wanted to say, but I hesitated again and again, but I still couldn't say it.

Presumably he's the same, right?

"It's not a legend that gods and demons are incompatible, it's really not for you and me to break it!" Leng Hanshuang murmured in a low voice, with some self-deprecating taste, her beautiful face was pale, she was very weak, and her breath was not stable, but she still insisted on gritting her teeth and yelling: "Get out, you get out of here!"

"Yo, you are so weak that you still have to be hard-mouthed? I told you, the power of the soul of the Ancient Seven Great Dao is not so easy to control, you will pay a great price if you use it once, you are really desperate to save that negative man!" In the delicate and small room, a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth appeared, she walked out of the cold frosty body very strangely, with a melon seed face, a beautiful nose, and a pair of beautiful eyes like smoke and mist, beautiful, but there was a palpitating coldness in the depths of the eyes.

At a glance, this girl looked the same as Leng Hanshuang's appearance, gestures, smiles, and all fit tightly, but there was some surprise in the depths of her eyes.

She stood in the room laughing, unbridled, curled up in the corner, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and glared at the former with angry eyes.

Facing this girl-like figure who was no different from herself, Leng Hanshuang was not surprised, and the anger in her eyes dissipated quickly, but she was eclipsed, but she subconsciously hugged her knees tighter with both hands, and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "From there, go back there." ”

"Hehe, I'm you, you're me, we were originally the same person, why bother to be so raw? Twin Dao Souls, but only the Protoss has them, that fool-like Xiao Yueming doesn't know how to cherish it, you shouldn't follow in his footsteps, Xiao Yueming is dead, now in the martial arts cultivation world, you are the only king, the only twin Dao Soul, since you have mastered this power, it means that you were born with the responsibility of destroying the demon clan. ”

The more the girl spoke of the back, the more impassioned her voice became, as if she was singing a war song, excited, proud, and full of obsession with victory.

In the end, she tightly hugged the cold frost curled up in the corner, as if she was taking care of her child, giving warmth, giving strength, gradually, cold frost slowly closed her eyes in the warmth, and the painful color of her face gradually eased, sinking into this endless gentle country.

"Yes, don't try to resist, I'm you, you're me, we're one person. The girl's voice became warmer and warmer, and her tone slowly coaxed like a child, she hugged the cold frost tightly, and her graceful body gradually merged with her.

Leng Hanshuang fell into a dream, she came to the boundless ancient battlefield, the sword light and sword shadow, the war drums roared, the decisive battle between the gods and the demons was inevitable, she charged without hesitation, the sword in her hand slashed countless enemies, and the heads of the demon monks fell from her side

There are corpses everywhere, the cold frost rushes all the way to kill, and there are fewer and fewer clansmen around him, until all the clansmen around him fall, looking ahead, only one white-clothed scholar in the demon camp is still alive, holding the ancient sky-turning hammer, and the terrifying black blood is flowing all over his body, blocking in front of him,

"Whew!"

His hand mercilessly pierced the chest of the white-clothed scholar, allowing the golden divine blood to flow down the sword

"Is this your final choice?" the young man in white looked at the sword piercing his chest, and turned his gaze to her, his eyes empty and indifferent

In the end, the young man in white fell silently and fell into the vast mountain of corpses and blood.

"No, it's not my choice" Looking at the sword in his hand, looking at the familiar figure falling from the void, Leng Hanshuang shook his head in confusion and panic, no, I don't want to choose like this!

"Poof"

The sleeping cold frost in the corner of the room suddenly opened his eyes, coughed up blood, his eyes became extremely sharp, and there were sixty-three rays of light around his body, holy and majestic, holy and immaculate, and there was a seven-trick exquisite heart shining in his heart, it was Nuwa Stone!

The girl who was about to completely merge with Cold Frost was also shocked out of the air, forcibly pulling it out of Cold Frost's body.

The girl fell to the ground heavily, and then there was no anger, and there was no resentment, only one step away, only one step away, but Leng Hanshuang couldn't watch Wu Heng fall into the sea of corpses and blood after all.

She stood up again, pointed at the cold frost's heart, gritted her teeth, and said in a sharp and frantic voice: "Nuwa Stone, Nuwa Stone! It's Nuwa Stone again! Obviously, the twin Dao souls have awakened, but they can't fully fuse for a long time, it's all this stone that is secretly making trouble, you can't forget that man, it's because this heart was planted in your body by his own hands!"

"You're wrong, whether you have this stone or not, I will never change!" Leng Hanshuang's momentum became stronger, and he stood up from the corner, his body was ethereal and elegant, like a mortal immortal.