When Su Jinge woke up, there were clouds above the sky. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info occasionally two or three snow flakes fall sporadically.

The Dong Yao in front of him no longer had the same appearance as before, and the large dark red color between the broken walls and ruins was glowing with a sticky bloody smell.

Su Jinge pushed away the half of the stone slab on his body, and stumbled through this piece of desolation. Pushing away the stones, dust and sand again and again, all the bodies dragged out were cold and stiff.

In the huge Dongyao Mountain, it seems that she is the only one left.

I can't remember how many times I've dragged the corpses out of the rubble and mud, and I can't tell the time.

The long-suppressed snow finally fell one after another, and in a short time all the tragedy in front of me was buried under the snow-white color.

I can't see the bloody and miserable, but the fishy sweetness that Su Jinge has been forcibly suppressing can no longer be suppressed. Blood poured out of the cavity and sprayed onto the snow, leaving a bright red mark. The white expanse between heaven and earth, the bright red seems incomparably lonely and insignificant.

Taiyi Peak was almost flattened, and a huge crater fell in the middle of the remnants.

Su Jinge was about to turn around, but his toes seemed to have kicked something. When I retracted my feet, I saw a little scorched black in the white snow. She crouched down and brushed the snow off the ground. A burned, charred arm was revealed.

Su Jinge used both hands and quickly cleared the snow from this place.

Half-hidden in the mud and sand was a monk dressed in a Fuguang robe, half of his body scorched black by the fire, and half of his body drenched in blood. The blood stains were mixed with the mud and sand, and they were terrible and hideous.

Su Jinge carefully wiped his cheeks. This face is no stranger to her.

The number of times she saw Ling Du was very limited, and although the expression on his face was different every time, it gave people the same feeling of twilight every time, as silent as ashes. But now that he is really dead, the expression on his face is vivid and warm.

There was still some warmth between the eyes that had long been dilated, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was smiling elegantly.

Su Jinge stretched out his hand, gently wiped it on Ling Du Zhenren's eyes, and closed his eyes. Turning sideways, she carefully grabbed his arm and lifted him on his back, got up and jumped straight down the huge hole.

Lightly placing Ling Duzhen's body, Su Jinge jumped up again, found the corpses of the same door one by one in the wind and snow, and carried them all into this pit. Arrange the tools one by one, row by row.

Those faces are familiar and unfamiliar. There are also countless charred black corpses, whose faces are unrecognizable. They all turned into small, sharp blades and stabbed in the heart.

Su Jinge did not find Chonghua Zhenjun's body. Looking at the dozen rows of charred corpses, her heart was even more sad. Thinking that Master has loved beauty all his life, he will end up like this.

The grief and anger were mixed to an extreme, but the heart began to be numb, as if there was no longer any sense. Looking at everything around him, Su Jinge suddenly felt in a trance. The white jade slab that he stepped on under his feet, not long ago, the Fuguang disciples either whispered together or hurriedly stepped on it alone; The bustling sound in front of the big canteen is still in my ears; The scorching smell of those fires on Qiang Jinfeng seemed to be still there; The main road on Lingshui Peak is still intact, as if you can see the master coming and ...... step by step as soon as you turn around.

She felt that everything in the past was still there. Those scenes, those people, still exist at a point in the timeline.

But that point, she will never reach.

When the snow was two feet deep, Su Jinge rebuilt Taiyi Peak to its former height. However, this huge mountain peak is now a tomb. In front of the peak, a flattened boulder was erected. Su Jinge seems to have exhausted his life's strength, and engraved the four big characters "Fuguang Heroic Spirit" one by one.

At this moment, a tear came out of the corner of his dry eye. Su Jinge quickly wiped away the tears and raised his head to look at the gray sky.

In the vast Dongyao, there must be the bones of the same door that have not been recovered. It's just that she doesn't have much time and energy to look for it.

Su Jinge stood up, and looked around, but saw that the mountains were like the sea, and the snow was boundless.

The cold wind was bitter, and the cold and hard wind blew the snow on the ground. The snow foam turned into swirls of mist.

The lock face on his neck was stirred by the wind, and it kept making a rapid and messy tinkling sound. With Su Jinge's footsteps, the sound gradually moved away from Taiyi Peak.

When Su Jinge's figure completely disappeared in the whirlpool of wind, the snow in Dongyao Mountain suddenly began to melt. Starting from a mountain with barely intact buildings, the snow slowly melted in front of a stone chamber. The red aura gathered little by little, and suddenly scattered violently. The speed of the snow melt suddenly increased rapidly, and the snow white that hung on the Dongyao mountains faded in an instant like the arrival of spring.

Above the dark gray sky, auspicious clouds squeezed through the gray clouds. The sun shines through the gaps in the auspicious clouds. Spiritual energy poured madly towards this mountain peak from all directions. The broken and withered trees have re-bloomed with tender shoots, and the green plants have grown violently, and the flowers are blooming like brocade.

On the mountainside, two stone doors slowly opened with a rough and heavy sound. Spiritual light poured out from the stone chamber. The girl in red boots and white clothes walked out of the stone room. When she saw that there was no one outside the stone gate, there was a slight confusion in her eyes. When the broken flower wall under the heavy green plants came into view, the brightness on her face quickly faded.

The Flowing Fire Gyro flew into the sky with a whirlwind, and Duan Yuxuan jumped up. Fuguang faction, Dongyao Mountain, the changes that can't be covered by green plants appear in front of you in an instant.

It turned out that the shock I felt at that time was not caused by the demons!

Duan Yuxuan's heart seemed to have been hit hard, and she suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe. Such a power can only be formed by the self-explosion of the Yuan Hou, who is it?! The first Supreme Elder or Ancestor?

Whoever it is, it's overwhelming.

What the hell is going on?!

Duan Yuxuan was stunned for a moment and immediately flew towards Taiyi Peak, and when she saw the huge tombstone standing in front of the peak, her eyes were full of panic. After a few moments, she regained her composure. Looking up at the stone monument in front of him, he quickly made a judgment in his heart.

There are still stone crumbs between the huge strokes on the stele, which indicates that the person who erected the stele and engraved the words has not gone far.

Duan Yuxuan immediately turned around and flew down the mountain, and at the same time let go of her divine sense. The scope of Monk Jindan's divine consciousness was so wide, but he only felt a trace of the monk's breath in Wangxian City.

In Wangxian City, the most prosperous and lively street market in the past has fallen into shape. As his divine sense swept over the situation under the snow, Duan Yuxuan's fists couldn't help but clench tightly. On the back of the white and jade hand, the green tendons burst out.

At this moment, she suddenly heard an extremely faint sound behind her, as if the tiles were touched by being stepped on.