Whew-

In the suffocating tension, the man wielded a giant sword, and the golden thread was as natural as flowing water. Qing Tie and Qing Ming cultivated as normal, and when they learned that Li Yunuan was born in the Ten Thousand Origin Sect, they even had a heart of dependence. But when it came to life and death, they only remembered that they were men, and they couldn't stand up to the sky and stand at the front, and cut a bloody path for the girl who met in the water behind them and the junior brother who was seriously injured and fainted.

Their swinging posture was not graceful, and the smooth swing at first began to slow down because the vine attacks never stopped. Realizing the weakness of the enemy, the vines suddenly became cunning, no longer intertwined into a huge tornado, and divided into several snakes that were thick and thick in two arms, and pressed down like a storm, completely engulfing the green and green iron in an instant.

Left, right, up, down...... The two people trapped in the Thorn Forest swung their greatsword with all their might, slashing down the vines with each swing, but soon more vines would attack, dense and endless......

Li Yunuan looked at them weakly, she wanted to join them, but she couldn't do anything.

I'm such a useless person. Angrily accused, suddenly—

A line of blood flew out of the vine cage and landed on the face, which was scorching warm.

His eyes widened.

Immediately afterward, several more blood arrows splattered out and landed on her body, burning her whole body......

They...... died, to protect her...... He's dead......

Death, it turns out that it has always been so close, and it is so simple. The life that was still alive turned into a dry corpse in the blink of an eye. The bronze vines squirmed densely, and she couldn't see their bodies clearly, only the blue-gray vines oozed bright red liquid from the cracks...... Red, piping hot...... Flowing out, falling to the ground, scalding holes one after another......

The emotion called anger was surging in Li Yunuan's heart, a fire had been ignited in her heart, the nameless flame was frantically eating her heart, the string called reason "snapped" and broke, and the flames sprung up, hitting her mind, and everything in front of her was ...... Red!

......

......

The wriggling vines suddenly ceased to move, and they instinctively loosened when they felt the air suddenly become scorching, releasing their shriveled and tattered corpses, like frightened snakes, tangled together and shrunk into the dark abyss.

("Want to escape?!")

A deep voice containing endless majesty sounded in the night wind, and the girl who completely ignored the forbidden spell of the Ice Palace seemed to have given birth to wings, her hands spread, and her thin body naturally suspended in the air.

Her face was familiar and unfamiliar, the majesty of the king fluttered between her trance-like eyebrows, and her eyes that shone with a pale golden light were only cold to the bone.

The corners of her mouth curled into a cruel, almost bewitching smile, and the girl slowly covered the bronze mask.

The moment the mask and face met, the bronze palace roared, the dark space trembled, they feared, they were timid, they heard the ancient beast awaken from their long sleep, and saw the sun in the ashes once again ignite and rise into the sky. Since then, the darkness has turned into daylight, and people have not been able to open their eyes.

("Taichang, is this your etiquette to greet me!")

"She" laughed wantonly, arrogant as a good ling, and in the laughter, the deep ditch more than twenty zhang wide collapsed endlessly, smashing the blue-gray vines that were about to move to pieces, and the bronze vines that had escaped from the abyss were turned into dust by the blazing light that enveloped the entire space before they reached the ground.

The fireballs rolled out of the depths of the darkness, with an ocean of flames, and whistled towards the arrogant girl who was suspended in the air like a king, but she waited until they were within reach to glance at them with disdain.

("Don't give up yet?10,000 years, but you actually forgot your identity?!")

The fingers were raised gracefully, and the fireball, which was still pregnant with overwhelming momentum, instantly froze, and then the fingertips flicked, and the flames returned to the instinct of light and merged into the girl's body.

As a result, the originally thin body also has a little plumpness.

The girl looked around arrogantly, like a king patrolling her rule......

......

Qing Gao's eyes widened, and his consciousness had already returned. But everything in front of him made him forget words and thoughts.

Is it really a human being who holds this kind of strength? Even if it is a great power, it is impossible.

What the hell is going on? Is Li Yunuan really just an ordinary disciple of the Ten Thousand Beginnings?

He struggled to raise his head, and saw the girl hanging in the air with her arms outstretched, her beautiful face obscured by a strange bronze mask with terrible tentacles growing from the edges of the mask, which wriggled and pierced into the girl's skin, which was slowly turning blue-gray......

This...... What a monster again!

Qing Gao was terrified, but the next thought was: Save her......! will devour her!

How to save?

He didn't know what to do, under the domination of Li Yunuan, who suddenly became unfamiliar, let alone standing and approaching, it was extremely difficult for him to just raise his head. But for some reason, the consciousness of "help her" and "save her" seemed to be engraved into his mind, supporting him to stand up!

Smack!

Every simple action would bring an unimaginable burden to the body, and in order to resist the terrible coercion, the seven orifices were all shattered, and the blood all over his body flowed backwards, but he didn't feel the pain. A strong sense of mission seized her, making his body like a puppet controlled by someone, resolute and resolute.

The heart beats violently as if it was soaked in venom.

“...... Let go of her ......"

He cried weakly, with all his might. The man in the sky heard his ant-like cry, and his arrogant eyes did not even give a single gaze, but only let out a cold snort from his throat.

The cold snort was like rolling thunder over his sea of knowledge, he was so scared, he wanted to retreat, opened his mouth, but spit out words that he didn't understand at all: "Long time no see......!

("Remnants?")

This time, the proud man finally turned around......

......

......

Why do you fall into a coma, and why do you wake up with severe pain all over your body?

Li Yunuan struggled to prop up her body, she just had a long dream, in the dream there were flames, explosions and blood, in the dream she held the authority of the world, standing proudly between heaven and earth, crawling with endless white bones under her feet. But the moment I opened my eyes, the dream was completely gone, and I only vaguely remembered the joy of being soaked in power and laughing and killing.

The head hurt very much, a little heavy, Li Yunuan shook his head, and bang-

The bronze mask falls to the ground.

I...... Sleeping with a mask on?

Li Yunuan thought in surprise, no wonder she had strange dreams. Those flames and blood are probably the memories of the mask's owner.

Although it was only a quick glimpse in the phantom sea, she could imagine the majesty of the mask owner, the unknown woman, who once silenced the heavens and the earth, even if the ending was sad, but not extinguished heroic. Because of this, Li Yunuan carried the mysterious bronze mask with her, and she became interested in it, wanting to find the identity of the mask's owner in the library of the sect, and know her life.

She needs a proof to prove that Bai Yanxue's words are wrong, no matter how men are inferior to women, there will still be women who rely on their own efforts to stand at the top of the monks of their time!

Female cultivators don't exist to become male cultivators or even Ding Furnace!

It's a pity that these ideas and ambitions have to be fated out of the ice palace to become a reality.

Li Yunuan, who was blown back to reality by the slightly cold wind, smiled bitterly and looked around, during the period of being unconscious, earth-shaking changes had taken place here, the cliff of more than twenty zhang had become a flat bottom, the bronze vines had all been extinguished, and the sporadic lights illuminated the square, and even the track of the stars did not need to be deliberately traced to find the direction of travel.

However, the three of them who were traveling with the Iron Sword Gate ...... The blood of one person's whole body was pumped out by an unknown force, and his body shriveled down into a skin, and the other two were deformed because of being squeezed by the vines, and their internal organs and bones were deformed, so they couldn't tell who was who......

Who saved me?

Is it Yuehua senior?

Li Yunuan thought sadly, she resented the cruelty of the Beiying Ice Palace, and was glad that she had survived.

Predecessor......

There was a whispered cry, but there was no answer, and the sound of sure footsteps sounded in the darkness. The rustling, slow-lengthened sound, with the delicacy of silk rubbing against the ground, sounded slowly and surely, as if time had been frozen.

Li Yunuan followed the prestige and saw a scenery that was completely beyond her imagination.

Two rows of dressed palace maids walked towards each other, they combed double-ringed flying fairy buns, wore purple cloud skirts, wore pomegranate silver silk curtains, carried five-color glazed palace lanterns, lined up in a neat line, and slowly walked out from the depths of the palace.

They came with a smile, every step was unhurried, and where they passed, their clothes fluttered and fragrant flowers fell, like a dream.

Am I still in a dream?

She looked around again and seriously, the bones of the three people in the Iron Sword Gate were still miserable, the broken mouth next to the cliff was still hideous, and the remains of the bronze vines were crawling on the ground like snake corpses.

Such a tragic Shura field, suddenly out of a team of palace maids! And every woman is so fragrant, with calm eyebrows and eyes, as if out of a mural.

It can't be some kind of hallucination, right?

Li Yunuan thought suspiciously, since entering the North Stygian Ice Palace, all he saw was a scenery that subverted common sense, although the appearance of the maid was a little weird, but for some reason, Li Yunuan was not surprised.

Maybe Zhilu Dao panicked and couldn't change the status quo.

She stood up calmly, ready for any changes that might occur.

The women approached slowly and calmly, tall, short, fat and thin, and their faces were exactly the same, and walked up to Li Yunuan, and without waiting for her to ask, they had already dispersed, bowed their waists and humbledly, and made a way.

In the depths of the road, stood a tall man in a purple cloak.

He looked at Li Yunuan.

Li Yunuan also looked at him.

His whole body was wrapped in a lilac cloak embroidered with golden patterns, and she could only see his pale and upright face, which was as if he had been hewn with an axe: this was a handsome and strange man, with good features, thick eyelashes, and lilac totems that spread from his left forehead to his cheeks, mysterious and perfect to give people a strange sense of woodenness.

Like a fake.

But the moment she saw the man, Li Yunuan was relieved. This is the North Stygian Ice Palace, which is opened once every twelve years, and in this place, anything strange can happen. Normal is the biggest abnormality here!

The man moved, and he slowly walked through the purple palace maid and walked towards Li Yunuan.

The velvety cloak rustled across the rough ground.

The footsteps carry the elegance unique to the children of the family.

Li Yunuan then clenched her fists, she was a little scared, a little nervous, but extremely expectant.

What does he want to do, he ...... Who is it?

The unknown makes the flow of time a kind of torture, and every step will make the torture worse.

When he was only five steps away, Li Yunuan took a step back and prepared to attack.

The man stopped.

He stretched out his long-sleeved arms that only exposed his fingertips, gracefully took off his cloak, revealing a majestic high crown and a complicated and dragging crimson dress, and bent down: "Welcome the palace master back!"

The long raven-colored hair fell to the ground with the blood-red sleeves.

"Welcome to the palace master!"

Behind him, the palace people carrying lanterns bowed in this way, and the sound of salute was as neat as chanting.