【Wanghai Expedition Road Bosang】

Just as Ace and Clough were fighting, Ike had slowly opened his eyes, his whole body flashing a faint green, which was the light emitted from the spirit orb, which was slowly recovering him.

Ike's right hand was still immobile, and the smashed bones weren't so easy to recover, but the collarbone obtained from the Spirit Eater gave me the ability to slowly regenerate bones, which is why Ace valued Spirit Eater bones so much.

"Your Excellency, please don't move, your body is still very weak, and although the spirit bead is slowly recovering, it is still a little dangerous." Haotian's voice came from his ears.

Ike was very cooperative and didn't move, but there was always something that made a very strange sound in his ears, and by judging, it wasn't Haotian, so Ike turned his gaze to the huge crystal at the door.

Just when Ike saw the silver-white blade, something in his heart trembled violently, and he looked at it for a while inexplicably, and a voice came from the depths of his heart.

Let me out......

Ike felt a little strange, he felt that this blade was not an ordinary blade, because a sad and miserable aura spread from its body, the blade was gray and white, and at the tip of the handle, a silver spar shimmered with a strange light.

"Haotian, what is that?" Ike couldn't help asking, but Haotian didn't have a cold.

"A bad knife is not like my magic eye." From Haotian's point of view, the Seven Swords at the End of the Realm are not a rare thing at all, not to mention the Seven Swords at the End of the Realm, even these apostles are a group of descendants in Haotian's eyes.

"I feel pretty strong." Ike looked at the gray blade and seemed to forget that he was badly injured.

Haotian was silent for a while, thought for a while, and then said, "With Your Excellency's realm, it is not impossible to control this knife. ”

Listening to Haotian's words, Ike was a little distracted, he could feel that the aura of that knife was indeed very powerful, but this powerful existence was destined to not be easily controlled.

Just like the technique of "Dragonization, Emperor Fury", Ike now feels extremely weak, and this is still because Haotian protects his body, and after he and Bob stop this time, he is deeply aware of the gap between himself and some strong people.

"But if I take control of this knife, it will become even stronger." Ike couldn't help asking, Haotian answered, this is indeed the case.

"Although Your Excellency will become powerful after wielding this knife, I think it is a good decision for Your Excellency to master this knife, so please think twice before acting." Haotian's words were very pertinent, and Ike always felt that such words seemed to make him difficult to judge.

"Can you help me unlock the crystals and spells?" Looking at the seemingly indestructible crystals and pitch-black spells, Ike couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"The Seven Swords at the End of the Realm, each knife has its own legendary story, and these seals may not be able to be forcibly broken even in my heyday, because these are all seals set by the master's former friends."

Hearing Haotian say this, Ike couldn't help but feel that the origin of this knife was extraordinary, so he took a closer look at the appearance of this knife.

"Can you tell me where it came from?" Ike was a little attracted by the knife, and seeing Ike's interest, Haotian sighed helplessly.

"Perhaps, this may be fate, this knife is called Miserable White Gray Snow."

……

Two thousand years ago, the Ottoman Empire, the empire that stood on the Arctic Plateau, was expanding its power frantically.

This empire has eaten away at all the other forces on the Far South Plateau, and can now be called a behemoth, but this behemoth can not help one person, who single-handedly annihilated two elite forces of the empire, and is therefore wanted by the empire.

In the shadow of that empire, some of the forces that fear it have also begun to help the empire begin to hunt down this man.

His name is Yin Xuelan.

A person who came here from the original continent caused an uproar. When Yin Xuelan came here, the Extreme South Plateau was under a shadow, and after he came here, there was a light that opposed to the shadow.

Yin Xuelan is the apprentice of the Harbinger Xingxiao, however, he left Xingxiao and came to the Extreme South Plateau alone to find something.

Some, a reason to keep him alive.

Yin Xuelan lost the meaning of survival because the woman she guarded was killed by Jean, and after Jean was killed, Yin Xuelan fasted in March and cut off water in March.

If it weren't for Xingxiao's guidance, maybe he would have been a dead man a long time ago.

Just when Yin Xuelan was besieged by the three strongest forces in the extreme southern plateau, he still didn't know what the meaning of his survival was, he just kept killing, kept killing, killing until they were all afraid, killing until the snow in the academy turned red, and he didn't have any strength at all.

In the end, he was seriously wounded, and the three strongest forces were all destroyed.

The Ottoman Empire, under the sword of this one man, collapsed.

Yin Xuelan died, in a valley on the extreme southern plateau, holding an ice lotus, and died with a smile.

When Xingxiao found him, she couldn't help but sigh, because the lover of Yin Xuelan, who died under Jean's flames, was also named Ice Lotus.

After sealing his love knife, Starnight threw it into the northern sea.

At the time of sealing, all the snow in the extreme southern plateau turned gray, this knife is not an ordinary knife, in this knife condenses its owner's sworn commitment to his lover, however, the lover has left him, and his world is a miserable gray snow.

Xingxiao threw it into the northern sea, because this is the only place on the mainland where there is no snow and no ice lotus, and here, it can sleep quietly.

"So, do you say that this knife was sealed by your mother's own hand?" Ike looked at the gray blade, and a figure floated in his heart, although he didn't know her voice and smile, but that figure still made him look forward to it.

"That's right, this gray snow was sealed by the old lord himself."

"Haotian ......" Ike's somewhat deep voice made Haotian solemn: "Is it a very sad thing for the person you love to leave?" ”

Ike's question made Haotian a little difficult to answer, after all, he had never experienced the departure of the person he loved, so the disappearance of the lord could not be said to be the departure of the person he loved, maybe as Emperor Hao, he rarely saw the joys and sorrows of human beings, and it was difficult to understand the sadness.

"It seems, yes." Haotian could only answer ambiguously, and Ike got up slowly, and it took a lot of effort to get up from the bed, and walked straight to the crystal, stroking its outline with his hand, closing his eyes, and feeling its breath.

The deep sadness, the pain that the world is all white, the powerlessness of the person who guards it when he is killed, all these things are woven into his world of whiteness.

"Your pain, I accept ......"

I don't know if it was Ike's words that touched the seal or what, the huge crystal actually slowly cracked, and as the crystal cracked, the pain and sorrow accumulated in the past thousand years seemed to be even stronger.

Ike took everything without saying a word, the breath could not shake him in the slightest, he did not feel very sad because of the breath, on the contrary, he began to experience it.

Just as Ace told him that after the Harabbers changed the cause and effect, what he thought about was not the power of the Harers, but why the Harabbers wanted to change the cause and effect.

At this time, he did not think of sympathy for that sadness, but to experience that breath, so as to solve the pain that seemed to be the white of the world.

"Perhaps, Your Excellency can really reach a realm that the old master has never reached......" Looking at Ike in front of him, Haotian couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

Indeed, among the people Haotian has ever seen, Ike is the first.

Just as the crystal slowly cracked, Ike stretched out his hand and solemnly grabbed the gray blade, the black spell, which slowly faded away, forming a bead in Ike's hand.

On the bead, there were many mysterious lines inscribed, and Ike stared at the bead, as if he was transmitting some kind of message to Ike, a memory.

"This knife is the relic of my disciple Yin Xuelan, today, the deity has set a seal here, and those who can't understand Xuelan's will, can't open it, and want to forcibly open it, heavenly punishment will come." A sharp female voice rang in Ike's ears, and when he heard it, Ike's eyes actually flowed with tears.

The unfamiliar word "Mommy ......" came out of the mouth of this thirteen-year-old boy, who had not seen his parents since he was born, and had reached a point where he could cry just by hearing their voices.

No one can understand how urgent this feeling is.

Ike gripped the knife, and the black bead was gone, and he closed his eyes, as if to realize something, and his face was incomparably calm, as if it were ice and snow.

"I see, I'll take all your sorrows." Repeating Fang Cai's words, Ike's hand gripped the knife tightly.

Ike suddenly thought of a picture, the person walking on the snowfield, hanging from each other, on the vast gray snow, an ice lotus bloomed alone, in this depression, the person's mouth spit out a distant verse:

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

Gray snow floated on the plateau, there was nothing else here, in the vast gray, Ling Han's ice lotus was the only color.

The rain and snow are falling, and I think of the old people.

The gray snow is miserable, and the old man is no more.

Ike thought, and couldn't help but hold the knife in his hand tighter. Haotian looked at Ike as if he was looking at the old master, and his eyes were full of respect.