What is the realm of the Snowy Ancestor?

Ning Yan looked at Ye Jinmei's faint smile, thinking to himself that it would be difficult for the power of the life and death realm to have such a magical means. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it was a simple illusion, Ning Yan could immediately distinguish it by virtue of the feeling of the evil picture, the evil picture was naturally sensitive to life, Ning Yan had already secretly urged the evil qi that it had escaped, and what he felt was the faint breath of life on Ye Jinmei's body.

He could feel the warmth on her palm, as well as the vast sea of true qi and void in her body, as if she was standing on the edge of life and death, and had not yet fallen.

There is no cause and effect in Ning's heart, and the illusion cannot simply restore the scene by memory. And Ye Jinmei's soul fragments are deep in the sin-like picture, and they can't be triggered, let alone deceived Ning into falling asleep.

True or false, Ning Yan was silent, just sat quietly beside Ye Jinmei.

Ye Jinmei looked at him carefully, Ning Yan was no longer the cheerful appearance of a child, his eyebrows were still handsome but not the spirit of a young man, and his eyes were so light that people couldn't see the emotions clearly. Ye Jinmei rubbed his black and white desolate hair with some pity.

"I thought I'd never see you again. Ning Yan smiled softly, his face full of exhaustion. He tilted his head so that his mother, who had already surpassed him in height, didn't have to lift her hands too tired.

"Why can't it?" Ye Jinmei looked at him gently, "Aren't you thinking about us?"

Ning Yan sighed and didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "Have you ever missed me?"

Ye Jinmei smiled and said, "Go see your father." ”

Ning Yan nodded, Ye Jinmei stood up and pulled Ning Yan towards her courtyard, just like many years ago, she led her skinny child all the way through the thick snow and creaked.

In the most familiar study, Ning Xiaoqiu hung his wrist and hung his pen, and the ink wandered around, turning into a square block script, and each stroke was a sword intent of Haoran Zhongzheng.

Ning Yan stood behind him and watched quietly, his personality was completely different from his father's, but when he saw Ning Xiaoqiu's sword intent, he knew that his sword talent was inherited from his father. If it weren't for Ning Xiaoqiu's aversion to killing, he would have been the strongest attacker in the same realm.

Ning smiled at the pen, rubbed the excess ink on the inkstone, and didn't look back, just looked at the notebook he had written, and asked Ning Yan, "How is the writing?"

Life is easy to grow old, but it is difficult to grow old.

Ning Yan's heart was cold, knowing that his father had not forgiven him. Ning Xiaoqiu is such a person. Even if Ning Xiaoqiu would be relieved that Ning Yan was always thinking about resurrecting them, the totem was still on him, and it was a possible sin after all.

Ning Yan said in a low voice: "Poetry is good poetry, and words are also good words. Daddy can just say whatever he wants. ”

Ning Xiaoqiu asked, "Why can heaven and earth not grow old?"

"Because the way of heaven is ruthless. ”

Ning Xiaoqiu Huo Ran turned around and looked at Ning Yan with burning eyes. "Do you have affection?"

"I don't know. Ning Yan replied. There was not a hint of fluctuation in the tone.

Ning Xiaoqiu looked at his son's calm expression, frowned and wanted to reprimand, but when he saw Ning Yan's white hair, and saw that he was still holding Ye Jinmei's hand like a child, he finally softened and pointed to the chair on the side: "Sit down." ”

Ning Yan sat down as he said, Ning Xiaoqiu and Ye Jinmei also sat down, a family of three sat around the small tea table, Ning Yan silently poured three cups of tea, he didn't have much expression on his face, but his movements were as well-behaved as he was a child.

The tea is steaming. Through the diffuse steam, Ning Yan seemed to see Ning Xiaoqiu let out a long sigh in silence.

And when he picked up the hot teacup and looked out the window, the wind and snow were messy, silent and colorless.

He drank tea without knowing the taste, and somehow remembered Merry Child's tea and tea eggs.

It was a quiet time, and it was like this.

"I wonder what the hell is going on. Ning Yan put down the teacup and asked. His voice didn't make any waves, but his eyes hung slightly, not knowing what he was looking at or thinking.

"You kid is very thoughtful, and you've been tempting with evil qi since you came here, and you've never been lost, and you can shatter the illusion at any time, but you've been slow to make a move, so you've made up your mind to ask for any information, like why we're here. ”

Ning Xiaoqiu said lightly: "It's okay like this, it's careful enough, and you won't be fooled and die easily." ”

Ning Yan smiled lightly, and said with some loss: "Why can't you think that I am reluctant to leave you, Dad......"

Ning Xiaoqiu glanced at him deeply, and Ye Jinmei held his frozen hand again, and his strength increased a little more than before.

But no one spoke on the matter.

Ning Xiaoqiu followed Ning Yan's question and said: "This is the Soul Realm of the Underworld, and the soul power that frames this place has transcended life and death, even if we have already lost our souls, as long as there is a little true spirit that is still missing, it can be restored to the image in your heart." ”

"The true spirit is not lost?" Ning Yan groaned, he did feel their breath in the blood-piercing diagram, maybe as Ning Xiaoqiu said, although the life spirit was extinguished, there were always some traces of life that could not be erased in those fine fluorescent light.

Maybe it can't be said that it can't be erased at all, because Ning Yan clearly remembers that the breath of the miscellaneous servants of the year can no longer be found there, maybe Ning Xiaoqiu and Ye Jinmei can leave a little true spirit because of the superb realm, so that the blood-piercing sin like plan that has not yet been completed cannot be completely devoured.

"So...... Is it possible for the true spirit to be resurrected?"

Ning Xiaoqiu looked at him with a smile, "It's rare that you still want me to come back to life." ”

"Afterwards, the responsibility for that incident lies with us, no matter what your nature may be, and you have never done anything wrong in those nine years. I am the one who accepts the totem, and I am the one who activates the totem, and I die without any injustice. Ning Xiaoqiu said, "I insisted on killing you that day, did you really never hate me?"

Ning Yan thought for a long time, and finally he drank the cup of tea and got up from his chair.

"I have no cause and effect, and I probably don't have hatred. ”

Ning Xiaoqiu laughed slightly sarcastically: "If this excuse is true, then do you hate Dongjun?"

Ning Yan was silent again.

After a while, he said, "Then I have a hate." I hate Dongjun, but I don't hate you. ”

He has always been good at telling the truth crookedly in the Yanhuang Domain, but feeling the thin breath of life on the parents in front of him, he doesn't want to do this.

So he added: "But I have a word to say, your idea is wrong, there is no more terrible life in this world than death, I have killed many people in the past seven years, and I have met many people, I am very happy, if I can, I really want to resurrect you." ”

"Only by living can there be hope. I want to go on. ”

Ye Jinmei's eyes were bright, and Ning Xiaoqiu showed a faint smile on her face.

"You don't have to work in vain. Ning Xiaoqiu said, his topic was always shifted bluntly, "The true spirit can only retain the most primitive imprint, and only the great magic of the underworld mind realm can combine with your mind to create illusions, not to mention that it won't be long before this true spirit will be destroyed." ”

Ning Yan didn't speak, but his eyes were still stubborn.

He left the tea table, pushed open the door, walked into the wind and snow, and suddenly urged the blood-piercing diagram, and a trace of extremely fine and extremely weak evil qi flowed out along the silk thread on his back, and was released together by Ning Yan refining into the true qi, but it was reflected that the heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly fall into the evening.

Above the sky, something might have been touched by the evil qi, and the terrifying chill created by the formation soul power had weakened slightly.

In the dark, it seemed that a pair of eyes slowly opened a line, and a wisp of gaze fell indifferently on Ning Yan.

This ray of sight was completely undetectable to ordinary Fusion Yuan Realm cultivators, but it couldn't hide the movements of Ning Yan's blood-piercing sin like a sinister attempt to be the most sensitive to the aura of living beings.

Ning Yan looked up at those eyes, retracted his expression, hugged his fists and bowed, and asked respectfully: "The matter of the true spirit, can the seniors solve the doubts of the juniors?"

The eyes didn't speak, just blindly indifferent, Ning Yan tilted his head, and the cold snow fell on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

Ning Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and in his cuffs, the long sword slid inch by inch until the hilt fell into the palm of his hand. After being silent for a long time, he raised his hand in vain and slashed out a huge cross, and two bright silver lights swept into the sky, and the sword intent was colder than the cold!

The sword came out, it was the most powerful energy, and the wind and snow falling in the face of Ning Yan were divided into four fields, paused in the air and then suddenly annihilated, and the snow in the sky and the ground were blown into a whirlwind, setting off a pure white storm in the sky.

A sword rolls up a thousand piles of snow.

The hazy white clouds in the sky that shrouded everything also tore apart, and the sword light flew straight towards those indifferent eyes with the pure murderous aura that was integrated into the blood-piercing aura!

And Ning Yan's body trembled, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he was also vaguely aware that the pair of transcendent heavenly eyes seemed to fluctuate, and the amplitude was imperceptible, and he could only rely on intuitive judgment.

Ning Yan believed in his instincts that he had cultivated by sharpening his "Zhou Tianyi Heart Technique" with a blood-piercing plot, and couldn't help but smile slightly. No matter how high the realm of the Snowy Ancestor Buddha is, it is impossible to fully display it in the Yanhuang Domain, otherwise the weak Nether Law will collapse because it cannot withstand the shock of the Great Dao.

He raised his sword again, trying to awaken the consciousness of those eyes.

Sword after sword.

His body trembled more and more, bearing the oppression of the large array, tracing the trace of causal transmission sword qi in the array until the person who arranged the array, which had already surpassed the limit of the cultivators of the Rong Yuan Realm, Ning Yan could barely do it by relying on the positioning of the evil aura, but the backlash could not be avoided.

But he knew that those eyes, the eyes of the Snowy Ancestor, were slowly opening, her consciousness was becoming clearer, and the gaze that fell on her was as cold as ever, but it was becoming more and more vivid.

Until those eyes are fully open.

The consciousness left behind by the Snowy Ancestor has awakened. She looked at Ning Yan, a smile appeared on Ning Yan's face, and she asked respectfully, "Senior ......"

At this moment, the look in those eyes suddenly changed, and it suddenly disappeared in the lock of the evil picture.

The faint warmth released from her gaze disappeared in an instant, and the wind and snow were blowing, and the sky was cold.

Ning Yan's words froze on his lips, turned into a stream of cold blood and spit out, spilling on the ground, dazzlingly red in this white world.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't understand what was going on, why did the Snowy Ancestor have been awakened by himself, and even revealed his intention to talk to him, but he had to interrupt it so bluntly?

He frantically urged the aura that escaped from the evil image, and jumped up in the air and slashed out the twin swords!

A cold sound sounded, and Ning Yan's twin swords broke in the cold heavenly might, but Ning Yan could no longer sense the eyes of the Snowy Ancestor.

Ning Yan hung down his sword in a daze.

"Don't think about it too much, people can't come back from the dead, not to mention that their souls are broken and they are sealed in the totem. Ye Jinmei didn't know when he came over, Ning Yan turned his head to look at her, and she gently wiped the snow and blood from his face for him.

And beside her, Ning Xiaoqiu stood straight, without a little bending, just like his handwriting strokes, like his sword, like his eyes firm and calm.

"I'm glad you still want us to live," he said. But if we do not seek the resurrection, then death and life are great, as you said, and there is no need to speak of pain. ”

Ye Jinmei smiled at Ning Yan, and the embroidered eyebrows and bright eyes made the landscape lose color.

"It's already a surprise that you're still alive......"

Ning Yan sighed, he looked up at the sky again, and then lowered his head under the invisible eyes. He didn't look at Ye Jinmei and Ning Xiaoqiu behind him again.

He slashed at the void in front of him.

True Qi and soul power erupted at the same time, and what was cut in the void was cut open, as long as his state of mind was as solid as a rock, the so-called illusion was just an illusion that covered his eyes and could not blind his heart, even if it was an illusion spread by the power above life and death.

The illusion collapsed, and the scene shattered and dissipated little by little, turning into a flying white, blurring everything in front of him. The pavilion in front of him is like this, and Ye Jinmei Ning Xiaoqiu behind him must be the same.

Ning Yan put away his sword, turned around, opened his arms in the face of the empty heaven and earth, made a hugging motion, and grabbed the white dust that was blowing behind him and mixed in the heavy snow.

"I'll live. The longer and stronger you live, the more hopeful you are. Ning Yan said softly, but his face was pale and indifferent, "That's it." ”

Snowflakes flew through his arms and into the sky.

It's like a grand funeral.

A moment later, only the white expanse between heaven and earth fell clean.

Ning Yan walked with a snow slanting sword.