"How many hundred years will it take for Lao Tzu to betray the Divine Cult? Although Nangong Confucianism is Lao Tzu's biggest enemy, he is quite fair, and several of Lao Tzu's bloodlines are protected by him, so Lao Tzu must never allow others to destroy his corpse" Yin Tuoba did not avoid looking at him.

The face of the prince of the Snowy Clan changed several times, and he finally didn't have the courage to turn his face with Yin Tuoba, and finally snorted coldly and said: "This dead man can not care about this son, but you can't interfere with the remnants of Taiyi City."

"Lao Tzu didn't have the leisure to care about them" Yin Tuo pulled out his arm and waved his fingers to draw an enchantment, "Lao Tzu only guards your corpse for three days, as for after three days, whether you can keep a whole corpse is no longer in Lao Tzu's consideration." Yin Tuoba laughed out loud after speaking, and walked away.

The prince of the Snowy Clan stared at the direction of his departure for a long time with cold eyes, and then spat viciously, turned around and ran towards Shilipo.

The land fell silent, and there was nothing left for a hundred miles but the ice-like corpse.

Yin Tuoba enchantment, making this a short-term forbidden area.

The night is as silent as a mist. The wind swept through the ground and made a rustling sound.

The moonlight was like snow, with a hint of coldness, covering the whole land.

The eyes of countless pairs of lone wolves are shining green under the hillside.

The bloody aura on the hillside was attracting those greedy eyes and gradually approaching their food.

One of the biggest wolf kings, bared his fangs and whined into the night.

In the undulating mountains, things hidden in the night were in a commotion, and it seemed that the wolves were not the only ones who wanted to share in this feast.

The mountain wolf led by the mountain climbed up the hillside, and hundreds of wild wolves followed.

The ground trembled slightly, and the wolves moved like a torrent down the hill.

Whining and roaring, I don't know how many night elves have been awakened.

Under the cover of ink, a gluttonous feast is being staged.

Shilipo is now a Shura field.

Not far from Shilipo, a young man who had approved a cloak was watching this scene with his own eyes. He is the creator of this Shura field, and he washed the entire Shilipo with hatred and blood, and the Great Wall of flesh and blood was eaten by wild beasts for three days before it ended.

Every night, he would stand here on time to enjoy this rare feast.

How beautiful is the night and how charming is the moonlight..... It used to be such a night, and it was such a moonlight, and this is how you slaughtered them.

The prince of the Snowy Clan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his blood-red eyes flashed with a hint of crazy revenge.

There were so many wild wolves that night, they always seemed to have a belly that could carry so many carcasses.

The prince of the Snowy Clan flicked his forehead, and his slender fingertips fell from his shriveled cheeks with a chilling clattering sound.

He is a lonely performer, with no audience, no applause, only the endless loneliness in his heart.

From the moment he was rescued from the corpses of countless people, he was destined to be alone.

All the familiar people have fallen in that sea of blood, and he is like a retrograde, looking for a place of hatred in the long river of time.

The prince of the Snowy Clan didn't actually hate the deaths of those people, he was just a child at the time, and the most he felt was fear. Didn't realize what death was.

However, the moment he was taken away, he felt a deep loneliness, a feeling of being abandoned by the world. At that moment, his personality changed completely.

Now he is just a ghost living in hatred and revenge, like these wolves running in the night, he belongs only to the night.

The prince of the Snowy Clan slowly stretched out his arms, letting the loose cloak flutter in the night wind, and at this moment, he was completely integrated into the night, and he could no longer distinguish himself.

The night is still going on, and thrilling stories are being staged in countless black corners. Whether it is killing, or calculating, in short, where there is light, there will also be night, and naturally there are creatures that only belong to the night, which is the law of survival.

On the other side of Shilipo.

The earth was calmer, and the lonely corpses lay silently on the wasteland.

The frozen body had now thawed in many places, and the ice water flowed down his arm to the ground, and then meandered into a small ditch.

With Yin Tuoba Enchantment Seal, within these ten miles, there was hardly anything to enter.

Time seems to be frozen on this land, but this freeze seems to be loosening.

The date of the expiration of the three-day barrier is getting closer and closer, and at that time, Yin Tuoba's agreement will disappear.

At that time, whether it is the wild wolf in the night, or the prince of the snowy tribe who blends with the night, will come and take his life.

That's right! He's alive.

The reason why Nangong Ru survived and escaped the Eight Turns of Bingling was that he had sealed the Junzi Sword before and sealed a trace of his consciousness inside.

It was this trace of consciousness that finally allowed Nangong Ru to avoid the complete destruction of consciousness.

Nangong Ru is still in the Junzi Sword now, and he can't break through the frozen body and return to his consciousness.

He had already tried very hard to make the Gentleman's Sword Qi hit the freezing, but it was still a drop in the bucket, and it would take at least seven days for his body to freeze and thaw.

Nangong Ru still refused to give up, controlling the Junzi Sword, digging out some ice from himself little by little.

This kind of perception of looking at his corpse with his own eyes and finding a way to destroy it made Nangong Ru's mind a little trance.

He didn't know if he was alive or dead, but his willpower had always sustained him.

When he attacked a frozen place in his forearm with his sword qi, a small stream of water suddenly flowed out along the ice cube, this time it was different from before, there was a faint trace of blood. Seeing this, Nangong Ru immediately lifted his spirit, and controlled the Junzi Sword to move towards that trace of blood, as long as he could touch the blood, he could unseal the Junzi Sword, and then he would have enough sword intent to break through the ice and return to his body.

Because this trace of consciousness was too weak, the Junzi Sword was migrating almost at an inch speed.

Every time it beats, it will make Nangong Ru excited for a long time, and it will also consume a lot of his consciousness.

You must know that the loss of consciousness will make him confused, if it is not for the strong willpower, the current Nangong Ru will almost forget who he is.

As he tried to manipulate the Gentleman's Sword to bounce again, this time it was lucky, and the Gentleman's Sword actually stood up vertically, spun on the ground, and hit the current of water impartially.

Nangong Ruqiang couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, and the gentleman's sword slowly turned along the current. The streak of implied blood ice also slowly fell on the blade of the sword. As the blade melted into that trace of blood, the gentleman glowed with a dazzling red light, and the next moment, an illusory light and shadow shot from the gentleman's sword to the frozen body, and finally merged with it.

It's cold! This is the most direct feeling of Nangong Ru after returning to his body, and then he feels the endless darkness and loneliness. He was imprisoned, completely frozen by this lifeless body.

Nangong Ru realized how wrong it was for him to return to his body in a hurry, if he could control the Junzi Sword, with the help of its sword intent, he might be able to break the ice earlier.

However, everything cannot be reversed, the consciousness leaves the body, it is absolutely impossible, if Yin Tuoba hadn't killed the ontological consciousness as quickly as possible, his main consciousness would not have been transferred to the distraction.

Nangong Ru let out a long sigh helplessly, and resigned himself to his fate in this eternal darkness and loneliness.

Three days passed quickly, and when the sun rose, it was the moment when Yin Tuoba's seal was completely unsealed.

With the seal broken, the ten-mile wasteland was rejuvenated. All kinds of creatures and beasts have also returned to this land, although no beasts are interested in this ice dead man, but as the beasts gather more and more, it is only a matter of time before he eats them.

However, compared to the beast, the prince of the Snow Tribe failed to arrive as scheduled, and Nangong Ru was shocked.

In his impression, that person is definitely a ruthless character who will be revenged. He would never let himself go, not even a whole corpse.

Although Yin Tuoba couldn't control his body, his super sense was still very sensitive, and he could at least sense slight changes within ten meters around him.

First a flock of birds passed him, and they seemed not interested in themselves, and went in a circle.

Then came a group of carrion, which surrounded the body and bit several times, and finally gave up because it was too hard.

These two lucky escapes gave Nangong Ru another glimmer of hope for survival.

Nangong Ru hadn't actually given up resisting yet, he worked hard to use his sword intent, expecting a miracle.

During the day, the sunlight will bring a trace of warmth to his frozen body, although it is just a psychological induction, but it also gives Nangong Ru more confidence in the future.

He worked hard to continue to operate the sword intent, allowing the consciousness energy to increase to its strongest.

At this moment, a figure fell from mid-air, and Nangong Ru's heart was alarmed, and he secretly shouted: My life is over. In his mind, the only person who could be interested in his body at this moment was that snowy boy.

As soon as he thought of the cold and vicious gaze of the prince of the Snowy Clan, Nangong Ru no longer had any hope.

But the man didn't attack him for a long time, which made Nangong Ru a little surprised, and immediately probed with a faint supersense, and immediately suffered a powerful mental backlash.

The opponent is so strong.

However, this temptation also convinced Nangong Ru that the other party was not the son of the Snow Clan.

Because the son of the Snow Clan does not have this kind of artistic conception, what he has is evil.

"Is this kid dead or alive?" Just when Nangong Ru was puzzled, another figure jumped out and circled around the corpse.

At this time, Nangong Ru was unable to discern the real situation at all, and all he could perceive was a vague outline.

Therefore, he didn't know whether the person who came was a man or a woman, tall or thin, but he was more convinced that the other party was not the son of the Snowy Clan. Because the prince of the Snowy Clan and Yin Tuoba would never chat so calmly.

"I guess he was killed by the Artistic Conception, but it's weird that he survived in an absolute state of extermination," the man recounted in a grotesque tone.

"Artistic conception killing? I didn't expect that there would be such an extreme cultivator in this third-level low-level civilization? Then the figure was visibly startled by what the man had just said.

"Artistic Conception Killing is a kind of extreme cultivation technique, only those who have cultivated a Dao Yuan to the extreme realm can perform it, this kind of person needs not advanced Dao Technique cultivation, but willpower, only the willpower beyond ordinary people will bring this artistic Conception Killing into play" The previous man said again in a tone of relief.

"Yes too.... I don't have the willpower to cultivate the Extreme Dao Technique" The person after that laughed heartily a few times, and suddenly he said in a suspicious tone: "This person, how can he also be a bit like a guy who has comprehended the Extreme Dao Technique?" ”。

"What?" After that, the man immediately stepped forward curiously, carefully observed the frozen corpse, and after a long time, he lost his voice and said: "Strange, I didn't expect that two rare extreme Daoists were encountered by us, this kid's extreme Dao technique is even more terrifying, it is a kind of ultimate comprehension of swordsmanship."

The man from before also leaned in front of him, lowered his body slightly, and examined it as if he were admiring some masterpiece of art.

I don't know how long it took for the two of them to burst out of the silence with a series of smirks. One of them said with a slight hint of ridicule: "Old Dao, I saw this person first, don't rob me, if you are interested, go to the extreme Daoist who injured him, he is also a good seedling of cultivation."

The people after that also laughed a few times and said: "Old man Confucian, you are sure that you can save this kid, but he was killed by the artistic conception."

The man from before sneered and said, "As long as you don't rob me, the old man is free."

"Okay, Taoists don't like to take advantage of others, this half-dead body belongs to you," and then the man laughed a few more times, and then took the initiative to give up the fight.

After that, Nangong Ru sensed that his body was being lifted, and then he heard a low voice of old consciousness: "Little guy, you've been listening to it for so long, haven't you heard enough?" ”。

Nangong Ru was startled, his consciousness was imprisoned, and the next moment, his consciousness became invisible.

The fire fox sat beside the tree-boat, his red fur coat a little blackened, but his eyes were still shining.

At this time, it was like an indomitable fighter, fighting the thunderstorm for several days, and his combat power was successfully improved by one point.

This may have been a surprise, but the price he paid for it was very painful.

Not only was the newly transformed human body seriously injured, but even the godhead was a little unstable.

Only then did the fire fox believe that the words of the old tree were not exaggerated, and even underestimated the energy of the thunderstorm.

The Fire Fox is deeply aware of the super-destructive power contained in a thunderstorm in a high time zone and a low time zone.

It was by no means a simple thunderstorm stack, but an exponential level of enhancement. This is like folding a piece of paper repeatedly, as long as it is folded in half seven times, it can withstand hundreds of catties of pressure, and after folding it a hundred times, it can become the strongest material in the universe. And these lightning bolts stacked thousands of times, so his energy was enough to kill a quasi-god's existence.

(End of chapter)