The only grandfather who is good to himself...

The young man shouted with remorse in his heart, the words of the strong echoed in his ears, and a feeling called powerlessness came to his heart, he resented, he hated, he roared, and he wanted to break free from the unwillingness of fate!

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The robed figure gently lifted the young man, peeled off all kinds of covers, and let the cold wind that scraped the bones invade his body, making the young man's already heavy consciousness blurred, and his whole body was stiff and trembling in the wind.

"Let you deep slaves see the wrath of this seat!" the cold voice was low.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Above the sky dome in the distance of the wind and snow, a figure with silver hair dancing wildly, breathing almost stagnant, swept away, sat down and spread the wings of the bird, and the monstrous origin breath seemed to be shrouded in all directions of the heavenly dome, becoming extremely dark, assisted under the wings, forming an unparalleled speed.

Mahal's eyes were cold!

The Winter Mine refers to a group of mountains north of the Nine Holy Shrines, boundless, covered by wind and snow all year round, the weather is cold and frozen, and the wind and snow on the mountain have never melted because of the change of the four seasons.

It looks like a snowy ice field, a special and independent world.

The special environment, thousands of years have not changed substantially, over time, the unique geographical environment has attracted some low-temperature demon beasts to enter and multiply, becoming a race.

In the same way, the unique environment creates the cold winter veins of the winter mine.

The preciousness of the cold winter vein is not weaker than a big fruit spirit stone crystal, it is a rare treasure of creation, naturally, the great nobles join hands to mine, and then tax the Nine Holy Divine Palace.

So that the big clans have independent power to distribute the ore veins.

But in the low-temperature environment, there are wind, snow, monsters, and beasts, and all kinds of dangers of mine collapse, and the people who mine die every time, so the miners in the mine in winter are either death row prisoners, or sinners, or with some kind of secret, the nobles sent in, and some people who want to let them die, the members are complicated.

Those who can be sent into the depths of the Winter Mine are almost the ones who die the fastest, and the people who are the most punished.

"There can't be anything!" Maihal snorted, anxious, "The miners who can know what happened back then, and were sent to the depths of the winter mine, I'm afraid that except for the people involved with Maiha and the Sikong clan, there is absolutely no second guess, if this matter is true, how many lives will be left over the years!!"

For the first time, Mahal's heart was like numbness, even if his heart was like ice, but in the face of the big clan that was involved with the Meha clan and the Sikong clan back then, he would have the same urgency as loving the house and Wu.

The truth, he needs to confirm it one by one in these people.

Sit down and fly the birds, under the breath of Mahal, breathe a hundred miles and spread out at full speed, the power of life. In its impression, only the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan could exude such a terrifying coercion, and it was extremely frightened.

In an instant, they arrived at the Winter Mine from the big city where the Tyro family was entrenched.

Immediately, a sentence came to his ears: "This young man is the deepest miner, the source of the chaos, this seat will take him back to the depths, and if you continue to open the mine, those who neglect will be killed." ”

The deepest miner?

Hearing this, Mehal suddenly got up from the sky, and before he reached the front of the mine, his sharp gaze penetrated thousands of miles, and suddenly fell on the countless crowds of people outside the mine, and fell on the bloodstained and bruised young man who was carrying the man who spoke loudly, and the robed figure was carrying a bloodstained and purple boy all over his body.

The breath is gradually declining, slowly, towards death!

"Dare!" roared Mahal.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the robed figure who regarded him as a god, the strongest man in the mine, and the late stage of the Shentai Realm, exploded with a bang under the word "Erda" of Mehal, and exploded into a cloud of blood and water.

Fall!

Without any omen and light, let it go, with a cold low drink, the strongest person in the late stage of the Shentai Realm in front of him fell apart, and he exploded into blood.

Nine Days of Silence!

Don't say that it is the miners, even if they are scattered all over the place, holding long whips, and the overseers who usually show off their might, they all fell into a frightened dead silence, unable to react for a long time, and came back to their senses.

"Boom!"

The wind and snow in all directions collapsed, the shadows above the sky dome were obscured, and the power of the monstrous demon emperor, accompanied by a huge body, completely obscured everyone's sight, and ascended in a posture of contempt.

"What a big monster!" the boy thought to himself.

In the blurred gaze of the godless, only the vague outline of the Demon Emperor's bird could be seen, even if the spasmodic tremors on his body could no longer be transmitted into his mind through the nerves, he was going to die...

Suddenly, a cold hand took her into his arms and hugged her.

The first feeling was warmth, unprecedented warmth, as if the world had become warm, making her feel a kind of warmth that even the flame crystals could not transmit, filling her whole body and flowing through hundreds of bones.

In the warmth, she wanted to see who was holding her, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn't see it clearly, as if she was struggling in front of the figure in the robe, there was no comparison.

"Huh?" snorted in low pain.

Her blurred gaze was dark and cloudy, as if she was trying to see the man's face clearly, and the wound was involved, causing a burst of pain, making her struggle and drowsiness.

But at the last moment of the drowsy darkness, she seemed to see clearly, beside that face, the long hair that fell like a waterfall, the color of silver stars, like the stars in the sky, as bright and charming, blinking small eyes.

"Shh

The sword light swept, cutting rice, and after killing more than a dozen masters of the spirit refining level with his hands, the essence blood was injected into the young man in front of him drop by drop, no, it should be said that it was the girl's body, repairing and nourishing.

Glancing at the girl who showed strange characteristics, Mehal raised his head slightly, his eyes were cold, and he followed the mine step by step, walking to the deepest part, and his powerful perception and gaze scattered.

Let him walk in such a dangerous place, as if walking on the ground, along the way, no one dares to get up and watch.

The further you go in, the lower the temperature in the depths of the mine, and most of the miners' Shinto cultivation gradually deepens, perhaps, a few people with low cultivation can withstand low temperatures, but they can't mine. And the low temperature cannot prevent the collapse of the mountain at all, it can collapse at any time, and the deeper it is, the smaller the chance of escaping.

Countless bones, countless blood, countless ugliness, buried in the dark underground.

"Boom!"

The powerhouse of the late stage of the Shentai Realm, who was hiding in the depths, was grabbed by Mehal's palm in the cold wind and the rolling vitality of heaven and earth, slammed it up, and flew towards the place where Mahal was standing.

"A few years ago, how many people were still in the depths of the mine by the Meha clan and the Sikong clan?" Maihar's gaze was fixed on this powerful man who was trembling greatly.

. (To be continued.) )