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It was dark, and a grave was covered with pale grass, and in front of the grave, a man with his back to them, like an old peasant, was hoeing a little bit of grass.

The voice did not come from the person in front of the grave, however, in the darkness, even if a handful of fluorite was spilled, where the light shone, there was still no one.

"Who is it?" Ouyang Xing spoke in horror again.

"Ghosts! Is it a ghost...... It's the one in the curse! "Quietly, in the crowd, who seemed to be mortals, without any cultivation, and was so panicked that his nerves seemed to be a little deranged, he shouted.

"Shut up!" Ouyang Xing was startled, turned around and glared at the village chief angrily.

And Ye Luo, who had silently taken the crossbow gun from Jiang Xiyue's hand at this time, closed his right eye and opened his left eye, looking into the darkness in the northwest.

Chen Pipi, Gu Hongxiang, Long Yunfei, the ancient prince of Zhongzhou, Qin Luoyi, the powerful aura on their bodies, fluctuated slightly, they had just come down, and they were quickly scanning the surrounding situation.

"Quack quack...... Who am I? After so many years, has it been forgotten that my name has been forgotten between heaven and earth? In the darkness, the voice sounded again.

Then, suddenly, the sound of ancient, heavy footsteps came from the darkness.

"Click-"

In the darkness, the sound of footsteps is exceptionally clear.

The voice came from the southeast.

As the footsteps approached, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, as if from the temperature of early autumn to the cold winter, and even a layer of frost had risen on the ground.

However, in front of the grave, within a radius of one zhang, it seems that it has not been affected at all.

After a breath, one dressed in a snow-white robe, with a strange face, eyebrows like snow, and a straight body, took a random step, and appeared like an enlightened existence of a supreme terrifying person.

In addition, the most conspicuous thing is a strange holy weapon in his hand, this holy weapon, which is a shape like a six-petal snowflake, exuding crystal clear, pure law and Tao rhyme.

Chen Pipi, Gu Hongxiang, Qin Luoyi, Long Yunfei, Ouyang Xing saw this person step by step from the darkness into the light illuminated by fluorite, his body couldn't help but be shocked, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Ancient times, ice, ice spirit saints?" Chen Pipi's mouth opened and he rubbed his eyes.

"Bing, Ice Spirit Saint, is still alive? Back then, didn't he go through thousands of calamities alone in order to save a woman, breaking into the most mysterious forbidden area between heaven and earth, and already died? Ye Luo's side, Jiang Xiyue's body also trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of incredible and fanatical worship.

In Zhongzhou, at the end of ancient times, the Ice Spirit Sage was once known as the most likely, the last person to preach.

However, he was angry at the crown, and finally died in the Nine Shades Forbidden Zone, becoming the most tragic person in a generation of Zhongzhou, which made countless future generations of girls fanatically admire.

"100,000 years." The man with eyebrows like snow, a tall posture, and a peculiar coldness suddenly put away his smile, and there was a faint melancholy in his tone.

He raised his head, looked at everyone, and then said: "My longevity has been exhausted, and I have used the supreme ice sealing technique to seal it up to now, in order to pass on my Dao art and cultivation, I don't have much time, I don't have time to say too much, I need, among you, find someone to inherit all my own." ”

He said as he continued to move closer to the group.

Inheritance?

Everyone, the body was shocked again, but Qin Luoyi and Gu Hongxiang, at this moment, a trace of doubt flashed in their eyes.

However, that person has already approached.

At this moment, Ouyang Xing suddenly had a trace of fanaticism in his eyes, as a little worse than a real genius, much stronger than those ordinary monks, he had never looked down on those ordinary monks, all the time, not thinking that one day, his cultivation would skyrocket, crushing everything.

Especially when he was beaten up in the previous succession, he lost face. At this moment, his psychology is even more victorious.

At this moment, he almost didn't hesitate, he took two steps forward directly, pushed Ye Luo away, pounced, knelt on the ground, and said: "Junior Ouyang Xing, meet the Ice Spirit Sage, the younger generation has already heard all kinds of legends of the predecessors, and has always admired and admired the predecessors, and has diligently cultivated the Taoist techniques that have been passed down by the predecessors. ”

"Really? Not bad. The man with his eyebrows like snow and his breath was unusually cold, the old man opened his mouth and said a word, and he had already approached.

Then, his gaze did not stop at Ouyang Xing, but looked directly at the most powerful cultivators, Chen Pipi, Gu Hongxiang, Long Yunfei and Qin Luoyi.

He stepped past Ouyang Xing and walked towards the four of them.

However, in the process of crossing Ouyang Xing and walking towards the four of Chen Pipi, he had to pass by Ye Luo's side, Ye Luo was in front, and there was a distance of five steps from the four of them.

Because the aura on Ye Luo's body was weak, and the aura on Jiang Xiyue's body was not very strong, he didn't even look at Ye Luo, completely ignoring it.

Ye Luo just lowered his head, looking in awe.

Jiang Xiyue looked at the Ice Spirit Daoist with adoring eyes.

"Bye, meet the Ice Spirit Saint." Suddenly, Ye Luo seemed to be a little panicked, and opened his mouth in worship, and at the same time, his knees bent, as if he was about to kneel.

The man with eyebrows like snow and a tall posture still didn't even look at this little person who admired him, and he continued to walk towards the four of Chen Pipi.

It's just that he didn't notice that while Ye Luo made a kneeling posture, the crossbow gun in his right hand had already turned around seemingly casually and silently.

At the moment when Ye Luo's leg was just bent, Ye Luo's hand was directly buckled on the trigger.

"Hum—"

In the silence, almost without warning, the crossbow gun suddenly rang out.

The man with his eyebrows like snow and his tall posture was only one step away from Ye Luo at this time, and the muzzle of the crossbow gun was only half a step away from him.

Gunshot fire!

In the pitch-black and cold body of the gun, the terrifying and powerful laws fluctuated violently, and the javelin in the body of the gun was already like lightning, shooting out, directly stabbing at the person who had no defense against Ye Luo at all, and ignored Ye Luo.

"Boom—"

The javelin of the crossbow gun carried a huge, terrifying, enough to break through the attack of the ancient giant, and it directly knocked that person away, and the body of the javelin stabbed into his body fiercely, and the black blood burst out!

"Mole ants! How dare you hurt me! ”

(End of chapter)

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