"Is this the Far North Plains?"

At the bottom of the silent valley, there seemed to be a self-deprecating smile, and the eyes changed from unwillingness, resentment, and despair, and finally turned to calm.

It's just that his body still hasn't given up to stop the changes in his body, and in the depths of his dim eyes, the sparks are still burning the plains, and the violently turbulent pupils are full of calm.

He got up half-propped up, but he only felt a feeling of sleepiness around him, and all he could immerse himself in was the howl of ghosts and wolves from outside the valley.

In a trance, he suddenly saw a blurry face float in front of him, followed by a second, then a third......

Then he smiled brightly, and subconsciously tightened the flower in his hand, looking at the drizzle outside the valley without a sky.

"I just want you to live well!" he roared unwillingly

The next moment, his body shone brightly. The silver-white robe, the swaying figure soaked in the tiny pores on his body, in this place where there is only dead silence, like a gentle light under the sunset, is his last solo.

A whisper came from his mouth, and his hands skillfully formed handprints, and the fresh blood around his body was about to dry up, and these blood streaks were agitated, and suddenly floated towards the hilt of the sword on their own.

I saw that the luster stained on the sword body was even more bright red, and the blood that flowed in the sword as if it was alive wriggled in it, and in a blink of an eye, the entire sword body was densely wrapped in black blood.

The sword intent under the deep groan suddenly soared a few times, and a piercing sound of the sword unsheathed sounded, and I saw the sword shadow swaying, and I could feel a very strong sword intent emanating in the void like a dragon playing with a phoenix.

He waved his hand and slashed upward, and the silver-white figure let out a long roar of high spirits, and the whole person was like a bright moon in the air with a half-moon arc, and then the sword roared to the sky, and at the same time slashed out an amazing silver sword towards the three positions. A passage was revealed.

It's just that every time he looks back and slashes out, his breath becomes weaker and weaker, and the silver-white light that stands out from the encirclement, and the middle-aged man in the light has a deformed laugh from time to time, but with every laugh, terrifying blood spurts out of his nose.

But I could still see clearly the man in the light, and his face was becoming more and more pale, and he had an extremely handsome face, and his deep gaze was hidden in the curling smoke, and he was nowhere to be found.

It was Zhou Tianyuan!

Now he is pale and presents a sickly beauty, his dry palm is dripping with blood from above to nourish the unstoppable sword intent, his left hand is no longer strong, but the infant soul grass that has never been put down in his right hand has not been taken off once.

I saw that this grass looked peculiar, and there seemed to be a child's smiling face hanging in the gray-black grass beads, but the sound it made was like an old man who was about to die, and it was lifeless.

"Abominable human beings, if you steal something, you have to have the consciousness of death. ”

Behind him, a group of extremely ugly souls with only one eye and one arm were seen from the outside, and the two different colors were combined into one in the air mass in a whirlpool, and the condensed black palm was like a mountain, and every time it fell, it carried the power that could cover the sky and the sun, and it was overwhelming.

"It turns out that there is such a thing in the far north. His voice came out faintly. In this small space, it exploded like thunder, and just by saying one more word, his face turned half red, as if he would deprive his whole body of strength if he said one more word.

"Although your Taoist heart is strong, you are contaminated with the seven emotions and six desires that should not be contaminated in the world, since you die with nostalgia, it is better to live and be a sacrifice of my clan. Thousands of souls uttered strange laughs at the same time, and these strange laughter had a kind of banter that gave out a vague human language.

"Hmph!" his eyes were deeply fixed on the eyes hidden in the abyss, the eyes that saw through the reincarnation of the world and looked powerless at the sky.

Only a speck of dust can survive.

Survive this desperate and helpless tearing emotion, but he is defeated by the eyes that are just a glance of the wilderness

"Back then, I made a vow on Qili Peak that I would kill all the monks, which is why I became what I am now. ”

The voice is light and pleasant, and the voice of a girl-like elf is incompatible with this world.

Zhou Tianyuan was a little distracted, and touched the cold sweat on his forehead. Looking back on the scene that had just happened, he had some palpitations.

Only he knew the loss of consciousness at that moment. Hundreds of souls captured that bit of emptiness when their hearts were relaxed, and a bitter cold was like a knife cutting a gap in their hearts, as if as long as they were not careful, they would be destroyed.

"Then let's take my life. Hundreds of hideous faces spurted blood again the next moment. Without the previous smile like a spring breeze, the killing intent and endless hatred that could be felt even in the cold wind.

Life and death are coming, but it is a relief for a person.

The scorching sword intent could feel Zhou Tianyuan's death as if he were at home, and let out a heavy wail like a psychic, for it, it was not a new relief, the scorching gaze under the sword intent, the edge of that moment made the sword in the sheath emit a phoenix-tail-like stirring in the wailing sound, and at this moment, the sword intent under Sen Sen's gaze had a calm of life and death.

"There is life and there is death, and it is not fate to die sooner. Yesterday and evening were the same people, and today they are in the ghost record. I don't want to be called a merciless person one day, I don't want to become a person who people talk about one day, although I am not a decent man, but I hope that my wife can live well!"

"Yin and Yang Nine Turns, No Death and No Life!"

"You really are, but whoever you are, anyone who has anything to do with him has to die!" suddenly came a terrifying roar from the center of the soul, his teeth gritted, and his eyes flashed with an uncontrollable anger, as if the pent-up anger of the day and night erupted like a volcano.

"By death...... "He muttered to himself, unmoved by the sound that resounded throughout the valley.

His tone was unusually calm, but only he knew how much despair lay behind that calm.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his hands struck out a spell like a cloud, and a huge aura rushed up from him.

His gaze swept over every soul staring at him with ill intentions, the bulging white robe, the black and white solid color shirt rolled up into his waist, there was a mystery different from white out of the mud, different from black, between the two black and white beams illuminated by the sword qi, as if to overwhelm the balance of all beings.

"Tian Yuan. A crisp and beautiful voice suddenly came from the sky, like the wind of summer, like the cold of winter, hot and cold.

It's just that at this moment, he stood there blankly, as if he had been pulled out of his soul, his expression was sluggish, trance, and lifeless.

He raised his head in disbelief, the voice that lingered in his heart and the silent island around him seemed to be two incompatible forces, but the only thing they were the same, these two forces were undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, obviously the air was quiet, but there was a manic roar of thoughts in the bottom of his heart, he looked at the shadow in his memory, and he couldn't do anything.

Her long hair was coiled, and the silence around her seemed to be as vast as the dress printed with the starry sky, and the breathtaking eyes wrapped under the thousands of strands of hair were like the wind of December, lonely and lonely.

She stood there gently, not crying, not laughing, not shouting, pursing her lips tightly, but a pair of eyes seemed to be about to rain at any time, she looked at him, and said lightly: "Tianyuan, I don't want you to hide from me and risk for me, and I never want you to live for me for a moment so unlike yourself." I'm not long in life, even if I really get the Infant Soul Grass, it will just make me lonely for a hundred years, and what is the point of not having you for the rest of my life at that time. ”

He looked deeply at the slowly falling figure in the sky, his eyes were filled with tears, but his body shook, and the sword intent on his body seemed to feel the ups and downs of Zhou Tianyuan's state of mind, and let out a faint wail and turned into starlight and dispersed.

"Wan'er, why are you so stupid, you know that from the moment you are born for the rest of your life, I will not be able to pay it off for the rest of my life. His voice opened lightly, with a self-deprecating wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were a little lonely.

The figure behind the cyan retreat suddenly quieted down, she turned around and glanced at the quiet soul behind her, and before he could continue to say anything, she tried hard to speak coldly, and said, "Those beautiful dreams didn't give you a lifetime of shame." I owe so much to that child for the rest of my life, and I hope that when he grows up, he will be able to forgive his mother for his selfishness. ”

Her voice paused, and she continued, "I knew you would be here, and I knew it would be so coincidental...... I met you doing such a stupid thing for me. ”

He was helplessly silent, silent for a moment, the gaze passed over the girl, stopped at the soul behind the girl, looked at the group of unmoved black air masses, and said in a low voice that was almost pleading: "This girl, I hope you can let my wife go, after all, she will come this time, and she doesn't want to disturb the peace of the soul, she just came for me." ”

She said coldly: "But since she came, this girl probably didn't think about going back alive." ”

"Yes, Yushu Daoist. She nodded with a determined look in her eyes, and in an almost flat tone, she uttered four short words that shocked the girl to great shock.

"I didn't expect that after a thousand years, there would still be people who remember me!" she hid the surprise on her face, and gave way to a path under the jealous gaze of the group of souls, where a graceful figure gradually became clear.

Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, sweeping out the shallow worry on her delicate face, which made her originally surprisingly beautiful appearance even more pity.

It's just that the pitiful eyes give people a sense of vicissitudes spanning thousands of years.

She swept her gaze away from the girl in the same surprise, only to receive the same blank response.

"You're the same person as me!"

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