Thinking that in the future, I will be like a wasted person, and I will be endlessly tortured by this demon, it is better to die at this moment. He Yu was desperate for a while, her silver teeth were clenched, and she desperately choked out tears so that her tears did not fall.

The brush was ruthless and fast, and there was not a single fish that slipped through the net where the black snake passed. The meridians of the immortals who had been tortured by piercing the bones were cloised, and in an instant, their true qi was exhausted, and the blood on their shoulders did not stop, even if they had a thousand skills, they were helpless, and for a while, the wails were mixed with the sound of cursing.

Shen Miao also fell to his knees and struggled to spit out a few words: "Hold your breath quickly...... You must not use your work to turn around, otherwise there will be no rescue from the blood collapse......"

I only listened to the blood-stained boots slowly approaching, and the wild voice was like a death knell, "Everyone, can this pipa song still be used?" said with a sharp mention of his fingers, the black line that ran through the immortals immediately tightened, and where the strength flicked, from the beginning of the sparkling, the immortals bounced up like a frightened rabbit.

The shoulder blade is the most important part of the body, and unless you kill yourself on the spot, it is difficult to resist the pain of slashing your bones. Draped like holding a big centipede's whiskers, between the wrists retracted, want to go up and down, want to go up and down, want to go and stop when you want to stop, the immortals not only have no power to resist, but also like a puppet in the hands of others to obey the words, which for those fairies who are usually arrogant, the feeling of humiliation is far more fatal than the physical pain.

After a few tosses, He Yu was almost fainting in a cold sweat, and the colorful points of light in front of him kept turning. The huge Shangqing is like a butcher's slaughterhouse, and the screams like killing pigs echo from afar, and the gods must not give in under the extreme pain.

Shen Shen knelt on one knee, his eyes full of the most resentful hatred, staring at the cloth.

The latter was fearless, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his lips, "What, you're still not convinced?"

The sweat on his forehead was as dense as soybeans, and he paused word by word: "Let go, go, her, otherwise, I will, make you regret it." ”

Phi Fu seemed to feel the other party's intimidation, and also squatted down, looking at each other, "Who are you talking about?"

Shen Xuan's pupils were completely gloomy, churning with a majestic blood mist, "And, hey." ”

Wrapping the black thread in his hand around the back of his hand, "What if I say no?"

......

He Fei didn't know how long she had been in a coma, and she was awakened by the colicing pain in her shoulder blades.

This colic tortured people's brains and confusion, and He Fei felt the snow slag and stones blowing on his face, and heard the majestic sobbing cold wind in the distance, so he only said that he was probably taken to the snow mountain again at this moment.

When she opened her eyes, her cloudy pupils reflected a gray sky.

This is......

Shen Ling was leaning on a stone in front of her and napping, when she woke up and hurriedly moved towards her, her steps staggering.

When she saw the man's almost red clothes, she suddenly remembered what a terrible thing had happened not long ago. A barely traceable black line pierced through the sparkling shoulder, buried in the snow, and then into his own shoulder.

Looking at it again, more than 600 people were lying or sitting on the ground in the snow at the moment, strung together by this black thread, and the sludge and blood were mixed together, and the smell was unbearable. In the distance, there were more than 100 people in yellow clothes guarding fiercely, and the karmic fire phosphorus in their hands was terrifying.

She had never seen Shen Ling's face paler than snow at the moment, and she said in a daze, "Where is this?"

Shen Miao stroked a handful of messy hair on his forehead, and said in a dumb voice: "He wants to take us to the snowy mountains." ”

He Yan was dumbfounded: "Why?"

It turned out that the emperor disappeared inexplicably, and the prince Lou Che died at the top of the nightmare, and the immortals of the Six Realms had no leader, and they made a mess in Shangqing.

"Young Emperor, what are you kidding?" He Yu looked worried, "Even if Your Majesty has other princes, it is impossible to raise them in this ice and snow?"

Shen Qing closed his eyes and shook his head, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to hide something. As He Yu said, there is really a prince who is fostered in the snow peak. His Majesty was in distress when he was young, and he was rescued by a snow-capped mountain beast girl, and in order to repay his kindness, he gave birth to this child with her. When the Emperor ascended the throne, this disgraceful past was naturally erased, and because of this reason, the child never took back to Shangqing.

Even if he grows up healthy and has been around for so long, how can he find it in this vast snow-capped mountain?

Seeing him look like this, he knew that the situation was not good, and he was shocked, but he inadvertently touched the black line in his flesh and bones, and his whole body was as if he had been electrocuted. Under the severe pain, her mind was racing, and she thought gloomily that now that she had been pierced with a pipa bone, it would be so difficult to endure a little movement, and she had been taken to this snowy mountain and evil land, with so many Xuanhuang clothes watching, I am afraid that it would be impossible to escape.

How is this good? How is this good!

Suddenly, I heard a leather whip thrown on the snow, and not far away, a woman in a purple shirt was lying on the branch, holding a long braid, and her eyes swept towards everyone on the snow.

"Smack—" The long whip emptied again, and the woman shouted, "All stand up!"

Before the words fell, the black line shuttling through the shoulder blades suddenly tightened, and the immortals cried out in distress and stood up mightily. But a few of them, as if they had not heard, leaned against the stone and did not move, and looked at them intently, for they had been dead for a long time.

Shen Miao reminded in a low voice: "Nowadays, people are swordsmen, don't be blindly strong." When the time comes, I will take you away. ”

He Yu nodded firmly, and a trace of warmth slipped through her heart. Somehow, she believed in her heart that as long as the sky sank in, the sky would not fall.

The woman flew down in front of the crowd, rolled up her whip and rubbed it in her hand, "I am the sister of my employer. My brother has killed countless people, and I am not a kind-hearted person, so I advise you to be honest, and maybe you can live longer. ”

Although this Mucuna is a woman, there is no delicate air in her voice, and her eyes are as terrifying as bursting stars, and she is a little tougher than a man. He Yu couldn't help but gasp, when did such a ruthless sister appear? Seeing that this woman is not a fuel-efficient lamp with a good whip, is she going to be killed here?

At the moment, the immortals knew that their bodies were controlled by others, and no one dared to resist, and they looked decadent. He Yu pondered the purpose of this demon, and suddenly remembered that in the past, the Xuangu ghost mother raised a young woman to refine medicine, and today she caught the immortals in this vast snow-capped mountain, wouldn't it be for some terrible sacrificial ceremony?

Throwing the long whip again, everyone had to go to the depths of the snowy mountains. Although He Yu and Shen Ling have been to the snow-capped mountains many times, they are limited to the land of Yuchuan and have never really penetrated into the depths of Weng Shen Shibo. At present, this place is desolate, and the steep peaks stand like splits, but it is by no means the land of the Yuchuan River.

Thinking back to the beggar kingdom and the ghost spirit wind on Tang Suona Mountain, there are such strange things on the edge of Weng Shen Shibo alone, and if you really go deep into the hinterland of the snow-capped mountains, I am afraid that there is really no return. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tremble in her palms, anyway, in the current situation, it is a death to escape or not, it is better to take Shen Shen with her, and die willingly if she fights hard.

The snow-capped mountains are rugged and slippery, and murderous invisible ice leaks and ice ditches abound, and people continue to stumble and fall, and are choked to death by the black lines on their shoulders. The two siblings flew halfway up the mountain, monitoring the progress of the centipedes.

He Fei looked at the sparkling walk in front of him, staggering, unable to hide his weakness, and almost fell into the snow swamp several times. She felt pity and pain in her heart, ignoring the pain of the black thread piercing the bone, forced her body close to Shen Ling's body, and hooked his fingers to help.

Shen Xuan squeezed out a weak smile, his eyes were glazed, his lips were flat, and he couldn't hear what he said.

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