When he was pulled and raised his head, Gu Ziyan saw the familiar white clothes in front of him.

Mo Yi's cold eyes drooped slightly, revealing all kinds of helplessness, his slender hand was attached to Gu Ziyan's cheek, and the chill that crossed over made Gu Ziyan tremble a little. This trembling was not because of coldness, let alone fear, but because the emotions in his heart were so chaotic that he couldn't control himself at all.

"Why bother?" Mo Yi suddenly smiled, but the smile was fleeting, replaced by a bit of bitterness, "If you want to leave, I'll let you go." ”

This time, Gu Ziyan was stunned, and he opened his mouth: "I'm not ......"

Before he could say the rest of the words, Mo Yan's hand caressing his cheek fell on his lips instead. Mo Yong smiled again, and shook his head at him with a smile, as if to stop him from saying any more.

Mo Yong kept laughing, but what Gu Ziyan felt was not gentle, but like falling into an ice cave, a little cold from the inside out.

Eyes, those eyes...... The inky eyes were also like frost, from the outside of the pupil to the center, a little bit occupied by silver-white. Gu Ziyan had seen these eyes once, and on that night seven years ago, Gu Ziyan had been stared at by such a pair of silver-white eyes, and then was pulled into his inner demons.

Since then, Gu Ziyan doesn't seem to have seen Mo Yong's heart demon attack again.

But not having a seizure does not mean that the inner demon has disappeared, although Mo Yong was laughing at this time, his whole face was terrifyingly cold, he raised his hand and waved, several ice spikes rose from the ground, and a "brush" sound was cast into an ice prison behind Gu Ziyan.

It was not Gu Ziyan who was locked in this ice prison, but Li Zhao who was standing behind him.

Li Zhao stood in the ice prison, and as soon as he subconsciously took half a step back, he found that a layer of frost had spread from the soles of his feet. These frosts quickly spread from his fingertips to his wrists, and if it weren't for Li Zhao's timely breakthrough of the prohibition of the Returning Spirit Pill in his body and the restoration of his original cultivation, I am afraid that he would have been directly frozen into an ice sculpture.

As soon as the cultivation that had been suppressed by several realms was restored, a majestic pale golden light appeared around Lizhao. An extremely brilliant golden sword conjured in his hand, and under the sword, the ice prison could not withstand the blow and began to crack, and after a few seconds, it collapsed into snow with a wail.

"I don't know what good things my Taihua Immortal Sect has that can make the Zhaoming Demon Monarch care so much? I would rather pretend to be an outer disciple than stay. Mo Yong loosened his hand on Gu Ziyan's lips and walked towards Li Zhao step by step.

Everywhere he stepped on, there was an inch of ice and snow, which spread out in all directions, turning the ground as far as the eye could see turned white in an instant. The temperature dropped to freezing point almost instantly, and the spiritual power in Mo Hui's body was like a flood breaking through the gate, flooding the entire courtyard out of control.

"You know it, so why bother asking?" Even in the face of the ink convergence of the catastrophe period, Li Zhao was not afraid. The Zhaoming Sword in his hand floated out a pale golden light, and it would not waver even in the wind and snow.

A heavy snowfall came without warning, but in just a few breaths, every qiē in the courtyard was wrapped in a layer of silver.

Gu Ziyan struggled to get up, but after only a few steps, he fell back into the snow that had piled up at some point. The wind and snow whistled past his ears, and the white ice and snow and the golden sword light collided in one place, stirring up layers of wind and waves. With Gu Ziyan's cultivation in the foundation building period now, he can't even get close.

At this time, Gu Ziyan knew that what kind of Yuan Infant Stage was Lizhao, and his cultivation was already the seventh layer of the gods. Coupled with the fairy sword in his hand, Zhaoming may not be tender to fight with the monks of the Tribulation Period.

Zhaoming, Zhaoming...... Gu Ziyan smiled bitterly, he was really stupid, he didn't even see that Li Zhao was the Zhaoming Demon Lord who was in the Taiqing Palace that day and helped him testify to escape. Even in the past seven years, he has almost met with Li Zhaori, and he has not had any suspicions.

took out the Xinghe umbrella that he hadn't touched for a few months, Gu Ziyan propped it up, and walked towards Baizhu with one foot deep and one foot shallow along the slightly weaker side of the wind and snow. Among the people present, a Sword Immortal of the Tribulation Period, a Demon Lord of the Transformation Period, and Gu Ziyan's own Rebirth Demon Venerable with his own system, only Bai Shu became the only ordinary person who was inexplicably involved. Gu Ziyan may not be harmed because of the system, but Baizhu will definitely be affected.

"Baizhu, Baizhu ......" Gu Ziyan laboriously pulled out the Baizhu that was almost frozen from the snow and unfolded the Galaxy umbrella around him.

Even Baizhu had never seen such a scene, he was affected by the extreme cold, and his nails and lips were already stained with a layer of light purple. The moment the galaxy umbrella unfolded beside him, a soft and warm force came, bringing his almost stiff body back to life. He looked at the small courtyard that had been covered with heavy snow in an instant, and his lips trembled and he said, "What the hell is this...... What's going on? ”

Gu Ziyan had a headache, he didn't know how to explain it, maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all. Time was urgent, and he couldn't afford to worry about anything more, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the Chixiao Red Lotus cast in the Xinghe umbrella, held the handle of the umbrella into Baizhu's hand, and said: "It's not clear for a while, in short, you go first, you can't stay here for a long time." ”

Baizhu took the umbrella and glanced at Gu Ziyan worriedly: "What about you?" ”

"...... me? I caused this to happen, and I have to find a way to solve it. Gu Ziyan stretched out his hand and pushed Baizhu, as if urging him, "You go quickly, go back and tell Elder Xuangu about my master's situation, he will know what to do." ”

Finally, Baizhu nodded, and ran all the way in the direction of White Dragon Peak with the Night Star River.

As soon as he left the shelter of the night galaxy, the violent wind and snow fell again, Gu Ziyan took a deep breath, and the ice ballast that was swept up by the wind hit his mouth and quickly turned into water. He stretched out his hand and stroked the sword body of the Red Lotus of Chixiao little by little, and said, "This time, it depends on you." ”

The Red Lotus seemed to sense something, and the sword body that had been stroked was a little brighter.

But this was not enough, Gu Ziyan was ruthless and slashed his palm from the blade of the sword. The blood was soon smeared all over the sword body, and the red lotus of Chixiao seemed to have awakened, the entire sword body condensed from a translucent appearance to a deep red, and layers of red flames ignited on the blade of the sword, dazzling like a fire red lotus.

After taking a few steps forward, Gu Ziyan held the hilt of Chixiao Red Lotus with both hands, and slashed towards the place where the wind and snow were most dense!

"Roar!"

The sword qi turned into a violent fire dragon, and with Gu Ziyan's blood, it rose to the sky, and for a while, the raging wind and snow were pushed to both sides. The silver and light gold that collided not far away were unceremoniously knocked away!

"It's ......!" Seeing a little crimson breaking through the wind in the afterglow of Lizhao, he couldn't care that he was fighting with Mo Yong, so he subconsciously took a few steps back, dodging the attack range of the Yan Dragon transformed by the sword qi.

Mo Yong also saw the crimson sword qi, but he didn't dodge, but instead struck with the ice blade in his hand, and stubbornly pushed Yan Long in place.

Card rub.

An extremely subtle sound reached Mo Ji's ears, and a small crack appeared on the ice blade in his hand. Soon, the crack expanded, and one crack became many, and countless cracks all spread out, and after a few moments, the ice blade in his hand shattered.

At the same time, that crimson sword qi also did its best and dissipated into the air. A few drops of still warm blood fell, and landed right on Mo Yan's hand. Mo Yi lowered his head, moved his blood-stained hands, and was speechless for a while.

Because of this sudden accident, the originally raging wind and snow were a little quieter. Taking advantage of this gap, Gu Ziyan walked over step by step from the snow with the Chixiao Red Lotus, and the wound on his hand didn't care to stop the bleeding, and at this time, the blood slowly fell with his footsteps, dyeing the snow with one or two points of bright red.

"Master, ...... you?" Li Zhao looked at him, and just wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Gu Ziyan.

"You go. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave until you alarm the others! Gu Ziyan clenched the sword in his hand, although he was talking to Lizhao, his eyes kept falling on Mo Yong. Mo Yong's eyes at this time were silver-white, which should have been a cold and gorgeous color, but I don't know why it makes people feel a little weird, as if they were taken away by those eyes after being seen for a long time.

Li Zhao still wanted to say something, but Gu Ziyan obviously didn't want to give him this opportunity: "I'll talk about it later, of course, if you insist on not leaving, you don't have to talk about it later." ”

Probably poked into the weakness by Gu Ziyan's words, he wandered away from Zhao's sight for a while, and finally put away the Zhaoming Sword in his hand, turned into a light golden light and disappeared outside the Taihua Immortal Sect.

Gu Ziyan stood still and didn't move until Mo Yong walked in front of him and gently rubbed his cheek with his bloodstained hand again, but he didn't move.

"No wonder he is willing to surrender his identity and pretend to be a low-level disciple in the outer gate." Mo Yong's voice was a little strange, a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for too long. lost the usual coldness and indifference, but even lowered: "You, the master, can be regarded as doing your best." Or are you afraid I'm going to kill him? ”

There was some blood on his face, which made Gu Ziyan feel a little uncomfortable, even though he was actually his own blood.

But Gu Ziyan didn't speak, he just looked at Mo Yong, trying to find any clues from Mo Yong. He knew that the Mo Ji in front of him was not the one he was familiar with, but the situation was different from the last time. This time, Gu Ziyan was not able to be introduced into the world of inner demons, which made it even more difficult to deal with - maybe he could deal with the inner demons alone, but he definitely couldn't deal with the ink that was controlled by the inner demons.

"Why don't you speak?" Mo Yan's hand went down from Gu Ziyan's cheek and fell to his neck.

The arteries in the neck were pressed under the thumb, and even though the neck was not choked, a strange feeling of suffocation could be felt. The violent beating again and again made Gu Ziyan open his lips slightly, as if this would make him less uncomfortable.

The suffocation intensified little by little, and Mo's low, hoarse voice became closer, and he said, "Sometimes, I really want to kill you for him." ”