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The golden shimmer shimmered on the smooth ice, and the Colosseum, where the atmosphere of death was thick, was shrouded in a soft and holy golden light.

The watchman stood on the ice hill, fluttering in the wind, just like a red flag on the top of a lonely mountain.

His fingertips rubbed, swayed up and down, and as he walked left and right, ice swords and cold knives continued to appear on the ground.

Ghost Takehime flashed left and right, exhausted.

"Huhu" The two ice blades flew up, and Oni Wuji jumped up, her feet raised, and passed through the gap between the two flying knives, but her slow movements made her lose a trace of her hair.

The "whoosh" flying knife continued, and Oni Wuji threw out his hand with a scream, shattering the ice blade in front of him, kicking up an ice stone with his back foot, and colliding violently with the ice blade on the left.

"Bang" The ground sank rapidly, but the surroundings continued to rise, and the sudden vibration made the center of gravity of the ghost warrior unstable and fell down. At the same time, a giant hand of glacier stretched out from the ground, trying to drag it into the dark abyss.

"Ding" a golden thread tied to kunai, nailed into the icicle above, Ghost Takehime jumped up, and the giant hand that was half a beat slower tore off the half-cut corners of Akitakehime's pants and sharp boots.

She had just jumped up in embarrassment, but the watchman continued to attack, not giving her a moment of respite at all.

The ground is constantly rising and falling, and there is an endless stream of flying knives.

Without an unusually calm mind and agile skills, it is impossible to persevere in this chaotic environment.

"Modeling - Ten Miles of Ice Wall"

"Bang" A wall of ice rose flat, blocking her path, and a row of ice blades followed, Oni Takehime leaned forward, and the ice blades flew over her head.

An ice pick emerged from the ground and pierced her right arm.

The ice wall in front of him fell suddenly, and Oni Wuji didn't dare to stop for a moment, panting and running out of the attack range of the ice wall, but was shocked to the ground by the aftermath.

"Modeling - Six Rods of Ice Prison. ”

Six ten-meter-tall icicles form a cage that breaks through the ice from six directions and locks Akitakehime into it.

The space of "Snow and Ice Sky" is like a chess game, the watchman is the standard-bearer, and the ghost takeshi is the chess piece, the routine of playing chess, the rhythm of playing chess, and the means of playing chess are all decided by the standard-bearer, and Ghost Wuji can only be at the mercy of others.

The difference in strength is like a bird and a bird, not at the same height.

......

Wan Snake shook his head and sighed, he never expected that the strongest ghost Wu Ji of the pit viper would be played like a puppet.

"Watch...... "He sighed softly that the afterlife was terrifying, blue out ......of blue and blue out of blue.

In the competition of strength river experience, he thinks that he is stronger than Wangshou, but if he compares it to the number of source power, he is ashamed of himself.

"Ghost Takehime is not weak, but the lookout is too strong. The pit viper actually has such a character...... "The peacock fairy, who has always been cold, is also impressed by the strength of the watchman."

"With the strength condensed into a sea of ice in an instant, Wangshou may have the potential to enter the Pulse Sword Sect. The cherry blossoms are flying, and Ning Xiyu's eyes are full of tenderness.

Jiawen's enthusiasm boiled when he saw it, and he said comfortably: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon among the ants, and the warrior activity allows us to see their potential, Wangshou, we should be the core training." ”

The gray old man nodded in agreement: "Such a strong young man has not appeared for centuries. ”

Ye Luo thought in his heart: If this young man can be used by me, how much will my voice in the pit viper be enhanced?

......

Xiao sneered all over his face, he hoped that the ghost Wu Ji and the watchman who had bullied him would fight you to death, and dog bite dog was the ending he was most happy to see.

"Lookout, take down her mask. Let's see her for what she really is. "There are people around who shout loudly, Oni Wu Ji is unpopular with the pit viper, and many people have long wanted to see her embarrassed.

"I'm rubbing, this guy is so strong, Lao Tzu is going to lose a hundred snake coins this time. ”

"Ghost Takehime, you're so useless. I'm betting on you for fifty snake coins!"

"Waste, what is the strongest resident ant, it turns out that it is nothing more than that. ”

"It's time to run, and Lao Tzu is going to make a big deal this time. The shareholders who bet on them smiled from ear to ear, as if they were enjoying the happiness of sitting on the country and embracing the beauty.

Scarlet Zhen clenched his pink fist and prayed a little unbearably: "Brother Wangshou, don't hurt Sister Ghost!"

"Really!" Mu Nihong was anxious and confused in her heart, and clutched Xin Wu's black robe: "Why doesn't Sister Ghost use the source power, she is a knight hunter, can't she just use the source power to make armor like a watchman?"

Why do you have to jump around and waste your physical strength, I can't stop watching it. ”

Xin Wu's eyebrows were tightly locked, most people had the same doubts as Mu Nihong, but he knew that this was the sequelae after using the Eight Gate Dunjia.

In short, it's not that Kitakehime doesn't want to use the source power, but that she can't use the source power due to extreme exhaustion and exhaustion.

Is this the end of it?

Xin Wu shook his head, Oni Wuji's dexterity and agility allowed her to barely dodge the skates of the guard, but blind defense and concession could not win the victory.

"Ghost Wu Ji, have you been busy doing shameless things with that little white face of Xin Wu recently, I remember that you were not so weak before. ”

A red-haired cockscomb boy spat and shouted disdainfully at the ghost warrior in the ice prison.

"Smack!" Xin Wu kicked and broke the ribs of the cockscomb boy, and with a clicking sound, the cockscomb boy fell to the ground in pain, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Xin Wu's expressionless face.

"People like you are fit to lie on the ground and are not qualified to stand. The dagger in Xin Wu's hand was thrown out quickly, grazing the cockscomb boy's eyeballs and nailing them to the ground.

The cockscomb boy gritted his teeth, but he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, he knew Xin Wu, and he couldn't afford to offend the people who killed Xigu.

Damn, grass you uncle!

He could only curse in his heart, thinking that he was unlucky, he just scolded a few words after following the trend, and he was addicted, but he didn't expect Xin Wu to stand around him.

Xin Wu climbed the highest ladder, behind him was the empty sky covered with clouds, he stood alone at the highest point, looking at the noisy and dense crowd below, looking at the silent Ghost Takehime in the ice prison and suddenly yelled: "Ghost Takehime, it's okay to lose, but please shut up these people who question you."

I'm sure you won't get trapped by a few pieces of ice. ”

He seldom roars loudly, and he rarely does such thoughtless things with his passion, but as he told Kitakehime, life requires several actions in which emotions trump reason.

Facing the Ghost Warrior who is trying her best to help herself improve her strength, facing the Ghost Warrior who cultivates day and night and treats sleeping as a waste of time, facing the Ghost Warrior who is willing to teach her the secret skills of the clan, and facing the Ghost Warrior who fights below and suffers from the Thousand Husbands in order to help him obtain Wang Shengdan.

He couldn't stand in the middle of the crowd with peace of mind, as if he didn't care about himself.

The golden sunlight shone on Xin Wu's back, glowing with a pale golden soft light, and Ghost Wu Ji's gaze passed through the transparent icicles and fell on the young man's figure.

The faint glimmer was far away, but it was still in sight.

......

Ghost Wu Ji stood on the top of the mountain in a trance, the cold wind was howling, and her little face was so cold that she was dehydrated and cracked a few times, the patriarch wrapped his fur coat tightly, his waist was almost hanging to the ground, and his face was wrinkled, like a piece of bark hanging.

She is too old, she has lived to be fifty-two years old, and she is a Meizu living person.

Oni Takehime stood behind the patriarch and looked at the misty sky in the distance with her, silent as a stone.

"Ah Ji, how old are you?" the patriarch turned her head and looked at herself with infinite pity in her eyes, she took off her fur coat and draped it over Oni Wu Ji's thin body.

"Eight years old. Ghost Takehime responded maturely, not at all childish and naïve as she should be at this age.

"Do you know what the patriarch called you for?"

"Grandma said, you want me to shoulder the burden of lifting the curse of the clansmen. Ghost Wu Ji's frozen purple little face was distressing, but the firmness in her tone was not like what a child could say, her bright eyes stared at her grandmother, and she repeated: "Ah Ji is the weakest person in the Meizu curse, and he should live longer, Ah Ji is willing to work hard for the clan." ”

"But you...... Still a child. Two lines of hot tears dripped from the patriarch's eyes, and she lovingly stroked Ghost Wuji's long hair, sobbing softly: "You are a Meizu person, and you have the responsibility to dedicate yourself to Meizu, but you can ...... Also my only granddaughter. ”

Ghost Wu Ji stretched out her red little hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her grandmother's eyes, and smiled gently: "Grandma, Meizu has no children, Ah Ji has grown up."

Don't be sad, you have to be happy to believe that Aji can bring good luck to your people. ”

The eight-year-old child comforts the elderly man, the picture is warm and strange, and the patriarch feels that even if he takes off his fur coat, his heart is warm.

She took out a colorful and dreamy source tree from her arms, and the rainbow-like light made Oni Wuji dazzled.

"The smoothed edges and corners of the tribesmen are like a diligent wild horse caught and tamed, conscientiously planning their lives, but they have long lost the courage to break free from the reins.

It is as if our whole life is just to pass on the shackles that we cannot break free from to another generation.

It wasn't until you appeared that grandma discovered that people's lives should not be spent eating, sleeping, and getting married, what we really need is - freedom.

Aji, you are different from us, your determination, prayers, and calls have summoned the gods, and we have seen hope. ”

In the face of her grandmother's praise, Ghost Takehime smiled a little shyly: "Yasuo and his friends say that I am a shadow, and if I want to lift the curse, I must protect the child of light.

I don't know what that means, but if I can see hope of lifting the curse of my people, I can accept it. ”

The patriarch's heart twitched for a while, and she thought about it for a while, but she still said cruelly: "You will bear loneliness, hide behind, you are no longer you, you are just the shadow of the child of light."

You will be born for the Children of Light and die for the Children of Light.

That's what shadows mean. ”

Ghost Takehime looked at her shrinking shadow and nodded as if she didn't understand: "Ah Ji understands" She pointed to her shadow: "I'm going to become another person's it, right."

You can't speak, you can't have friends, you can't influence him, you can't leave him, you can only be silently by his side. ”

"Still, it's fine. Ghost Takehime bared her white teeth: "As long as the clan can be free, Ah Ji is willing to do anything." ”

The patriarch looked at the strong child, his heart was like a knife, but there was an encouraging smile on his face: Aji is very strong, and any pity and sympathy is a denial of her.

She should be grateful and full of encouragement for this child who has given herself.

The Colorful Origin Tree in the patriarch's hand turned into a colorful liquid and poured into the mouth of Oni Wuji.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Ghost Takehime's eyes widened in horror, the smell was too hard to swallow.

The patriarch smiled kindly: "This is grandma's source tree.

The source force is called the Twin Shadows, and only those in the dark can understand its power.

You become a shadow to watch over others, so let your own shadow watch over you.

Aki, you have to remember that the stronger your determination to protect him, the stronger the determination of the shadow to protect you. ”

"Don't ...... Don't!" Oni Takehime shook her head frantically, she knew very well that once the Origin Tree was stripped away, the host would definitely die.

"Grandma has lived long enough......" the patriarch smiled softly and hugged the tearful Oni Takehime into his arms.

......

The corners of Ghost Takehime's eyes were a little moist, and the long-term loneliness had made her forget the feeling of emotion, and she suddenly remembered that the sadness she had not seen for a long time would follow.

Through the ice, she saw Xin Wu standing at the far end, and the words in her ears kept echoing in her ears: Ghost Wu Ji, it's okay to lose, but please shut up these people who question you.

I'm sure you won't get trapped by a few pieces of ice.

She wiped away the tears from her eyes and showed an elegant smile that was rare in a century: the twin shadows turned out to be the power of guardianship.

Xin Wu, you are the hope of lifting the curse of the Meizu, and I should protect you as a child of light.

The first step starts with winning the battle.

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