"Crunch-" The thunderstorm dissipated, and under the moonlight, in a corner of the snowfield, there was a rush of footsteps, green robes, black swords, handsome faces, and grim expressions.

On the snow, a touch of pale red came into view, the man immediately pulled out the black sword, quickly shaved the snow, the red in the snow deepened, and spread to a few zhang below, the man jumped into the snow pit, stretched out his hand to remove the red ice and snow, revealing a pale face, whiter than the spotless snow.

As soon as his eyes sank, the man quickly cut through the red snow around him, helped the person in the ice and snow up, avoided the hole in his heart, and attached his right palm to the left side of his back, and poured spiritual power into his body along the palm......

"Ahem...... "Ahem" The cold body breathed, let out a faint cough sound, and the pale lips moved slightly, and asked, "Is that you?" ”

The man did not reply to an abrupt question, but said in a cold voice: "Don't talk yet." ”

Hearing that unique voice, Du Xuan confirmed the identity of the person behind him, and he shook his head: "Senior Brother Hou, don't bother, I'm already a dying person, if it weren't for the Blue Sword Protector, I would have died at this moment." ”

In his previous life, he used the reincarnation disk to reincarnate, that is, he gave up his whole body cultivation, and now he has recovered his memory, but his cultivation will not be restored because of this. When the moon wheel penetrated the heart, the heart was immediately shattered, and the meridians and flesh were all torn apart and frostbitten by the cold qi on the moon wheel.

Hearing Du Xuan's words, Hou Yong paused slightly. Immediately, he increased the input of spiritual power, and his face turned slightly pale.

"If you can come here to find me, it must be the Qinglong Sword that summoned you." He looked down at the blue light that was getting dimmer and fainter in his heart, and a bleak smile appeared on his pale face, "On the day of Zhuxian Tai, the Qinglong Sword should have chosen you, otherwise it wouldn't have been hit hard because of me, and now it is even more to save me and consume the origin, and once the Qinglong Sword is exhausted." The sword spirit will fly away with me. ”

"Hum......" The Qinglong Sword trembled slightly. There was a wailing sound, but the blue light was still continuously entering Du Xuan's necrotic body.

With a solemn face, Hou Yong frowned, and only after a while did he remember a comforting word: "I will hand you over to the Kunlun faction." They may have a way to save you. ”

"It's just a waste person to be rescued. Do you think they will spend precious resources for the sake of a wasted person? Du Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. Immediately, the voice changed, "When I see you, I feel at ease." For a while. You take the Qinglong Sword out of my heart, and if you take care of it, it can still recover slowly. ”

Hou Yong withdrew his palm, turned to Du Xuan, and said slowly: "The Qinglong Sword is yours, I won't take it." ”

Du Xuan looked at him, a smile appeared on his pale face: "You and I are one, back then, I cut the soul in half with a sword, half of it was stripped of emotion, only reason remained, and the mind of protection was left, this half is you; The other half is me, maybe my demigod soul retains too much emotion and less reason, so I will be blinded and forget my original intention......"

Hou Yong didn't respond to his words, he thought about it, and he spoke: "If the Kunlun faction is unwilling to save you, I will seal your divine soul in the Zài Qinglong Sword, and after obtaining the Flying Ascension Spirit Realm, I will think about reshaping your body for you." ”

"In my previous life, I made a mistake, Xue'er died under my sword, and I can still use the hilt of the Qinglong Sword to protect her soul, leaving myself a glimmer of hope." Du Xuan shook his head, "In this life, my affection has completely broken her heart, there is no longer me in her eyes, what is the point of me surviving?" ”

Seeing that there was no anger in those narrow eyes, Hou Yong was silent, and the snowflakes fell, smashing on his body with a chill.

"Xue'er shouldn't have to worry about her life if she is taken care of by her master," Du Xuan raised his head slightly, looking at the falling snowflakes, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his pale lips, and then he asked casually, "What about Luo Yu who disappeared with you, is she okay?" ”

With his brows furrowed, Hou Yong replied: "Senior Sister Huang didn't come out of the Tower of Babel, I don't know her current situation. ”

After speaking, he looked up into the distance, the place where the thunder tribulation had just disappeared, and his face showed a hint of urgency.

Before, he rushed out of the Tower of Babel with Song Ning, who had a broken heart of the sword, found Uncle Qingyun, and handed Song Ning over to the other party for treatment, just when he was about to return to the top of the snowfield, the Tower of Babel collapsed, and the thunder tribulation descended into the world, and he received the call of the Qinglong Sword at the same time, so he came to look for Du Xuan first, and finally found Du Xuan, but found that the other party had no business......

Bowing his head to meet Du Xuan's gaze, he said solemnly: "If you are determined to give up your life, then I will leave, I will go to find Senior Sister Huang." ”

After speaking, his body shook and he leaped upward, and at this time, Du Xuan's faint voice came from behind him, "Wait......"

……

The perennial silent snowfield is quiet after a while, but this time it is not because of the restriction of the spiritual power of the monk on the snowfield, on the contrary, the snowfield at this moment has no characteristics that limit the spiritual power of the monk, but the shocking scorched earth on the top of the snowfield makes the seeer daunting; The unprecedented battle for the treasure with the participation of the great powers of the spiritual realm made those who heard it tremble.

And the whole sea is talking about the devastating thunderstorm, the thrilling battle for the treasure, and the thousands of monks who died in this battle.

Among them, hundreds of Yuanying monks alone died, and even the Avatar Monk standing at the top of the Xuanhuang Realm also suffered countless casualties, but no one knew the specific number of Avatar Cultivators' casualties. Because, since that night, the Monk has completely disappeared from the front of people.

Some people say that because the cultivators of this realm were too arrogant and dared to compete with the power of the spirit world, they were all destroyed by the power of the spirit world.

Some people also say that those god-transforming monks were killed by the thunderstorm before they could get close to the treasure of heaven and earth, so their death had nothing to do with the power of the spirit world.

The third theory is that the Avatar Monks did not die, but those who survived all soared. After all, the spiritual realm is far from being comparable to the next one, and since the path to heaven has been opened, why stay in the next one?

In the lively discussion, those dead Jindan monks almost did not appear in everyone's mouths, after all, in that unprecedented battle, the gods were everywhere, and there were as many yuan babies as dogs, as for Jindan, it was cannon fodder!

Luo Yu was unfortunately one of the cannon fodder, Chu Yang, Hou Yong and others finally gave up after looking for more than half a year on the snow field, Chu Yang decided to return to the Eastern Regions, he wanted to go back to the sect to check Luo Yu's soul lamp. (To be continued......)