Even if there is a late winter that keeps announcing where there are the fewest people, but a few people does not mean that there are none, after fleeing for half a day and one night in a row, even if Mo Feng and Nian Yubai's soul power recovery speed is extremely fast, it will gradually run out after all.

"Poof!"

Mo Feng also began to learn from Jing Yue, and the long knife in his hand stabbed forward, accurately shattering the soul core of the soul clansman in front of him.

He was carrying Zi Chenruo on his back, dragging Nian Yubai with his left hand, and his Xuan power was close to running out of oil, after all, the peak of bone refining was not strong enough to fight iron.

"Ah Feng ......," Nian Yubai called him softly.

"Shut up. Mo Feng said categorically without looking back.

Because he had already guessed what Nian Yubai would say.

"Actually, I have a soul technique called Qing Xuanshu, which specializes in cracking breath locking and other means, but if I use this soul skill, I will inevitably overdraw my soul power and fall into a coma, and it will be impossible for you to carry two people at that time, right? Nian Yubai still insisted and said.

Mo Feng took a deep breath and said, "I'm holding her behind your back, what's not to do?"

"Ha, Ah Feng, don't be reckless, it's a pity that you can't see how bad your face is now, otherwise you will definitely make a good draft before you lie. Nian Yubai barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

Mo Feng said coldly: "You are all dead, just let me live?"

"Don't be like this, maybe I won't die? There is an ancient horcrux in my soul sea, even if it is used as a sacrifice, the Yin God may not be able to destroy me. Nian Yubai gasped.

"Nonsense, even if you really think it is as good as you think, those annoyed and angry Soul Brakes will follow after you and break your body to pieces. Mo Feng sneered.

"Maybe they'll just let me go...... "Nian Yubai smiled dryly and said something he didn't believe in himself.

As he spoke, the figure of the end of winter resurfaced in front of him, and the little girl had a sad look on her face, Nian Yubai suddenly guessed something, and asked, "They caught up?"

At the end of winter, he bit his lip stubbornly, for fear that he would cry out loud, and said indistinctly: "It's right there, it's just behind, less than five miles away......"

Mo Feng expressionlessly threw out a soul refining talisman, shattering the soul slamming clansman who came out of the oblique thorn into purple light.

"You can use your occult technique now. Mo Feng turned his face to look at Nian Yubai.

"And then?"

Mo Feng was still expressionless and said, "At that time, you were in a coma, and you still care about me so much?"

"I just want to tell you, you have always been a rational person more than emotional, this time don't be impulsive, it's better for me to die here alone than for all of us to die together, at least you can help me get revenge, think for yourself is it such a reason? A shrewd person like you, but don't make a bad deal." Nian Yubai said with a smile.

"Less nonsense!" Mo Feng's face was cold and hard, and he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

If you want to talk about a bad deal...... He'd already done it once.

In order to avenge that brother on the earth, he did not hesitate to take his own life, do you want to do it again?

When a person dies, there is nothing, and even if he is avenged afterwards, he will not feel any relief and satisfaction.

So, you have to live, you have to give me life.

"Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you today, after all, I'm your brother. Nian Yubai smiled and coughed, and a blue light crossed his pupils, like the color of heaven and water.

Mo Feng only felt a soft force gently blowing through his soul sea, like the warmest breeze in spring, sweeping away all the troubles and sorrows in his heart.

It seems that he just wants to soak in this warmth and does not want to wake up again.

At a certain moment, Mo Feng suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he forcibly freed himself from the shroud of that warmth, and opened his eyes suddenly.

There was nothing empty in front of him, only the end of the winter said anxiously: "Brother Nian, he ran to the side of that group of soul warriors, I, I can't stop him at all!"

The little girl really burst into tears this time: "He said that I asked you not to go to him, and he was still counting on you to help him avenge him after escaping, what should we do......"

Mo Feng's face instantly became gloomy, and he couldn't help but scold: "Revenge, revenge for the fuck!"

"Brother Mo!"

Looking at Mo Feng, who turned around and ran to the east, the end of winter could only exhale urgently, wiping tears while hurriedly following.

Nian Yubai actually didn't run far, it was strange that he could run far when his soul power was overdrawn and his physical strength was exhausted.

There was a young man in red lying on the snow, and several Soul Clansmen had already wandered over and grabbed his arm.

The ink wind brush threw out a few soul refining talismans, only to feel that the empty soul sea was throbbing again. Before he knew it, his soul power was already below one percent, which was a very dangerous boundary.

Mo Feng turned Zichen Ruo's back into a hug, and finally pulled Nian Yubai on the ground and carried it on his back, fortunately, this guy is not too heavy, so he can save him some strength.

At this time, a purple oppressed figure could be seen in the distance, chasing after him quickly, neatly connected in a line, and there was a boundless killing aura on his face.

Although the tall purple shadow at the head had no face, the innate coercion still made Mo Feng's heart freak, and he could guess that the other party's eight achievements were the Soul Clan's Kasha.

"Foreign Soul Master, where do you think you can escape?" The sound of the Soul Clan's Kasha was like a bell, directly shaking in this world.

Mo Feng carried one on his back and hugged the other, turned around and fled, trying his last little strength.

I've never been tired, I've never been weak, I want to close my eyes and lie down, and never move again.

But how could he die here, and if he gave up, who else could save these two stupid fools?

Can it be any faster......

The wind was whistling in his ears, freezing and biting, and the falling snow almost covered his original face, but Mo Feng seemed to have lost his senses, and all the chaotic thoughts in his mind were twisted into one, becoming more pure than ever.

A little faster, a little faster......

The breath of the ink wind began to be disordered, and the cold air inhaled was cold to the bone, while the hot air exhaled seemed to be sweet with blood.

His vision began to falter and blur, leaving him with nothing but a white expanse in front of him.

It's monotonous, it's clean, it's pure.

A piece of pure white.

It seemed that some anxious cry was in his ears, but Mo Feng couldn't hear it clearly, he just wanted to be a little faster and leave all the misfortunes far behind.

I don't know how long it took, it was as long as a year, and it seemed to be just a flash of Mo Feng's thoughts.

He finally heard the voice in his ears.

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo...... It can be stopped, they didn't catch up for the time being, it should be that after the mark was erased, they chased and lost. "The worried voice of the end of winter sounded timidly.

Mo Feng's tight strings suddenly loosened, and he sat in the snow with a pop, and couldn't stand up again for a while.

He casually took out a bunch of pills from the spirit ring, and as long as it was restorative, he stuffed it into his mouth. It was only after a few minutes that there was finally a glimmer of blood on his pale face.

He gently put down Zichen Ruo and the two, closed his eyes and said tiredly: "At the end of winter, you help me look around, and if someone approaches, wake me up immediately." ”

"Brother Mo, are you okay......" the little girl said with red eyes.

Mo Feng shook his head, he almost didn't have the strength to speak, he barely sat cross-legged on the cold snow, and hurried to recover his strength.

More than an hour later, at the end of winter, it was suddenly announced that a small group of Soul Clansmen was unconsciously approaching this direction.

Mo Feng didn't want to waste his soul power, but followed the command of the end of winter and continued to flee along a winding trajectory.

It was getting dark, and before I knew it, it was the evening of the fourth day.

Success is within reach, but people often fall short at the last minute.

Mo Feng looked up at the sky, and a misty purple light suddenly appeared on the sky, like ink dripping into water, spreading rapidly at an indescribable speed, and after a while, it reached the top of Mo Feng's head.

Zichen Ruo and Nian Yubai didn't react, but Mo Feng's soul power was dyed with a layer of purple intent, which couldn't be washed away no matter what, like an engraved mark.

The tracking methods of the Soul Clan's are really varied.

Since Zichen Ruo and the two of them are safe, Mo Feng can only guess that they are tracking with soul power, and Zichen Ruo's soul has disappeared, Nian Yubai is also in a state of soul power overdraft, and the soul sea is completely empty, so in the end, he is the only one who can't avoid the tracking mark.

"Late Winter, how are you?" Mo Feng suddenly asked.

At the end of winter, she was still in a state of darkness, and only her voice came from the void: "What's the matter?" Brother Mo, why did the sky turn purple?"

Mo Feng didn't speak, since the end of winter was not affected, then things would be easy to do. He silently led the two of them on, turning back to the mountain.

The terrifying purple thread had disappeared, and it seemed that since they hadn't been caught, the Soul Clan wouldn't have wasted energy needlessly.

After slashing and killing a few Soul Clansmen, Mo Feng returned to the cave and put Nian Yubai and the others down in turn.

He closed his eyes and directly dispersed all the soul power in the soul sea, but there was still a piece of purple light soaked in his soul sea, like a maggot attached to the bone that could not be erased.

Since the white jade bottle didn't move, Mo Feng really couldn't do anything about it.

"At the end of winter, you listen to me," Mo Feng slowed down his voice, as if he was afraid of frightening her, "You just stay here obediently all the time, take care of your eldest brother Nian and sister Chenruo, can you do it?"

The end of the winter nodded seriously and said, "The end of the winter will not let others find out about my brother and sister." ”

"If his soul power is overdrawn, he will be able to wake up in about ten days, and if you read the eldest brother by then, you have to stop him, you know?" Mo Feng said solemnly.

Late Winter nodded again.

"Twitter, you're staying here too. Mo Feng also put the green ball on his shoulder on the ground, and the little guy writhed his tentacles uneasily, and asked in a milky voice, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Feng silently did not answer.

Seeing Mo Feng suddenly get up and walk towards the entrance of the cave, the end of the winter finally realized that something was wrong, and said with wide eyes: "Brother Mo, where are you going......?"

Mo Feng sighed softly: "At the end of winter, you can give me one last ride, at least don't let me be discovered around here, otherwise the two of them will still be in danger." ”

At the end of winter, I finally understood something, and tears flowed down my face.

"Brother Mo, why do you have to do this...... Sister Chenruo is gone, are you going to leave too?" the little girl cried out.

Mo Feng turned around and glanced at Zi Chenruo, who seemed to be sleeping, and the regret and melancholy in his heart were hidden deep in his bones, getting thicker and thicker.

Dusty, I'm sorry......

But as you have chosen before, there is no other way for me to think of it now. Rather than staying by your side and attracting all those Soul Clansmen, it is better to leave now, at least to leave you with a chance to live.

I wonder if your father will send someone to find you in the future?

Unfortunately, even if there is a day, I will not be able to see it.

Live well, live well.

Even without me, it doesn't matter.

Fifty miles north of the mountain range, Mo Feng quietly leaned on a large rock, looked down at the long knife in his hand that was soaked with purple light and was full of cracks, threw it into the snow, and slowly sat down.

He could now accurately know that after shattering the soul cores of the forty-two Soul Clansmen, their innate cold power would abolish a Xuan-level high-grade spirit weapon.

The end of winter had already gone back, and the little girl was crying and leaving, this time Mo Feng did not coax her gently, but put on an unkind and cold attitude.

After all...... If there is no one to take care of them, their situation is not safe.

However, he had already killed this from the other side of the mountain, and no one should notice their hiding place anymore, and Mo Feng didn't believe that he had been unlucky enough to do this, and would continue to be unlucky completely.

Along the way, I don't know how many people I killed, but fortunately, the Soul Brake Clan is a strange creature close to the soul body, and there is no blood at all, so there is nothing else on Mo Feng's body except for the snowflakes that are contaminated.

Knock, knock, knock.

He heard the slight tremor of the snow, and the boulder leaning against him began to fall and sprinkle him with snow.

The canopy covered by purple light was still gloomy, like countless dark clouds piled up above, and no trace of heavenly light could be seen.

However, Mo Feng's mood was not bad, and with the time he had delayed for so long, those two people should be safer. It's a pity that he may not be able to survive this darkest hour before dawn.

In the distance, a vast purple shadow suddenly appeared, the lineup was so neat that it was impossible to find the slightest fault, and with their arrival, the shaking of the snow became more and more obvious.

Mo Feng also just knew that the ordinary people of the Soul Race did not have such a strong lethality, but the five thousand Brakes they selected from the millions of people were the elite of the elite, and they were trained to be the most powerful fighting machines since they were children, and they were also the killer weapon that the Soul Clan was most proud of, and the funny thing was that the other five clans didn't know about it at all.

The six clans are the weakest, which is really an ironic name.

Mo Feng rubbed the spirit ring, and after looking for a long time, he didn't see the Xuan-level high-grade spiritual weapon, only the ground-level long knife that Shu Jinye gave him.

But he ...... now It seems that he no longer has the strength to swing his weapon, and he can't even stand up.

The soul power has long been exhausted, leaving only the last faint wisp, and it is not enough to condense a soul refining talisman, just to ensure that he will not pass out directly, and the Xuan power is almost squandered, as for the little spiritual power, it has long disappeared in front of the Xuan Li.