The silent wind and snow were broken by a gentle sound. The three-foot snow suddenly rose www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" pavilion, highlighting a white human figure. He seemed to have a little chill and subconsciously shook it, and the snow shook off him, revealing his bright red robe.

Yang Zhen breathed a long sigh of relief, and couldn't help but have a trace of admiration for the ancestor of the Snow Domain, Yang Zhen, as the son of Yang Yanhe, a powerful minister who played above 10,000 people under the Great Underworld, everything has been smooth sailing for thirty years, and the illusion can still dig out the weakest point in his heart, magnifying the grief infinitely, and almost trapping him.

Thinking of the woman's poignant smile in the illusion, Yang Zhen only felt pain in his heart, if it weren't for her now......

Yang Zhen couldn't help but smile, and the thought in his heart was even firmer than before.

He leapt out of the snowdrift, and was about to look for the others, when the messenger fluctuated.

It was the news from Ning Yan that informed the location of the ruins. The cultivator sensed heaven and earth, and even in the unrecognizable snow field, he would not lose his sense of direction, and Yang Zhen immediately set off and rushed towards the place where Ning Yan had spoken.

"Brother Yang?"

Yang Zhen heard a voice while running, and there was a surprise in his heart, it was Li Lian'er's voice.

He stopped, looked at the woman's beautiful face, and recalled the scenes in the illusion, his eyes as gentle as melting light snow.

Although Li Lian'er is a woman, she was born in a military attache family, and her personality is very hearty.

She looked at Yang Zhen's expression and blinked, and asked a little strangely, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. Yang Zhen immediately turned her gaze away, only to find that there were many people from the Snow Land and the Underworld Alliance behind her, all of whom were looking at her with playful eyes.

"Now that everyone has gathered together, let's hurry up and leave, don't let Ning Xiaogongzi wait too long. Yang Zhen calmly changed the topic, and he still had his hands on it when dealing with such a small scene.

As the lord of the Underworld, he naturally led the team in front, and his red robe fluttered in the white snow, chic and unconventional.

Li Lian'er didn't notice anything unusual, and walked beside Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen didn't want to tell herself, so he slowed down slightly to Li Lian'er's side, and walked quietly side by side with her.

The group of people behind them booed each other, and the two of them couldn't hear it.

This tranquility lasted for an hour, and Yang Zhen's face suddenly changed, "There is the breath of a cultivator in front. ”

Although the snowfield is large, there is always a limit, and everyone has walked nearly a hundred miles along the way, getting closer and closer to the end of the snowfield, and it is inevitable to encounter forces.

"It's a yin and yang stream!"

In front of the black and white robes was Meng Huan, the fourteenth true legend of Yin Yang Stream. Meng Huan also held two tokens, so he naturally also had a sense of the mausoleum, leading the Yin Yang Stream all the way to this side. He saw Yang Zhen's luxurious red robe from afar, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Yang Zhenneng was at the forefront, indicating that Ning Yan and Bai Yuetan were not in the team.

"Intercept!" Behind Meng Huan, Yin Zhuzi gave a concise order, and the Yin and Yang Stream people immediately dispersed their formations and stopped in front of Yang Zhen in an arc.

Yang Zhen's face was solemn, Ning Yan and Bai Yuetan were not there, and he only had the cultivation in the late stage of Heaven Grabbing, and he was afraid that he would lose in an instant if he forcibly fought with Meng Huan. And the strength of the people in the Snow Land and the Underworld Alliance behind him is inferior to himself, and it is really unlucky to meet the Yin Yang Stream.

Yang Zhen had already heard that the black-scaled youth who came with Ning Yan was extremely strong, and he threw Meng Huan out of the stone bridge that day. He glanced behind him, Bi Xie walked to his side and pulled out the knife, although Lin Li was there, he was just chewing some snacks by himself, and he had no intention of breaking through at all.

Yang Zhen cast an inquiring look at Bi Xie, who shrugged his shoulders and explained, "Due to certain restrictions, this master can't make a move at will. ”

Yang Zhen sighed, and had to stop in front of the battle of the Yin and Yang Stream, knowing that as soon as the forward rush was gone, they simply could not rush past Meng Huan's interception without casualties.

Meng Huan's spear was horizontal, and the smile on his hard face was hideous. Two steps behind him, the black hair spread out by Yin Bamboo danced wildly in the wind and snow, his gaze swept over Bi Xie and Lin Li, and Yin Owl smiled: "I didn't expect to meet you again so soon, and let me welcome you here." ”

Yang Zhen's face was ugly, Bi Xie unceremoniously paced forward, and scolded: "I know that grandpa is coming, why don't you kneel down to greet you?

Yin Zhuzi sneered: "Do you want to delay the time and wait for Ning Yan to come? persuade you to die of this heart, there are no rules of the stone bridge at this time, even if Ning Yan comes, what can he do, more than 100 masters of my Yin Yang Stream will make him crush his bones!"

"It's up to you, and you're not afraid of the wind freezing your tongue!" Bi Xie snorted coldly, his figure flickered, and he rushed to the encirclement of the Yin and Yang Stream alone!

His form vanished abruptly, and he could only tell from the wind and snow that he was moving rapidly.

Although it is not as perfect as in the night, everyone has been in the snow for too long and cannot see other colors, even if the cultivator will feel discomfort in his eyes, and it will be difficult to find his true body.

Yin Zhuzi's eyes flashed, although there were many people in Yin Yang Stream, but there were only a few whose strength could reach the late stage of Heaven Seizure, and they must not be allowed to rush in stealthily to slaughter those who were low-level cultivators.

And Meng Huan also rushed out, and the spear was fiercely raised, but it was not to stop Bi Xie, but to stab at Yang Zhen!

Meng Huan Yin Bamboo Yang Zhen Bi Xie stood at the front and was the closest to each other, and Meng Huan King Kong forging speed should be faster than Bi Xie. As long as he restrained the people over there one step ahead of him, Bi Xie would not dare to perform a sneak attack even if he hid his body.

When Yin Zhuzi thought like this in his heart, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the cold sword wind slashed his head and face towards him!

Where did Yin Zhuzi think of it, Bi Xie had always disdained to fight with the weak, and he didn't plan to attack the low-cultivation cats and dogs, he just wanted to beat up this noisy and annoying old friend!

The last time he was on the stone bridge, Bi Xie defeated Yin Zhuzi, Yin Zhuzi's injury was not yet complete, and in the face of Bi Xie's defenseless knife, he flew out upside down in an instant, and the blood sprayed in the air, staining him with an unknown number of snow flakes.

Yang Zhen had been guarding against Meng Huan for a long time, and made a dodge when Bi Xie made a move, Meng Huan's spear attacked only the breath that was released from the outside and staggered him back, but it failed to really hurt him.

And Meng Huan immediately returned the gun in front of him, and under Yang Zhen's gradually widening eyes, he rolled Li Lian'er, who had been standing not far behind Yang Zhen, into the gun!

Li Lian'er exclaimed in surprise and burst out with her whole body's true qi to resist, but not long after she first entered the late stage of Heaven Domination, she couldn't resist Meng Huan's attack at all, a mouthful of blood spit out, and her body was uncontrollably sucked by Meng Huan's Yin Yang Heaven Devouring Disc, and her slender neck was strangled by Meng Huan's hand as hard as metal.

Bi Xie's knife paused in front of Yin Zhuzi's throat.

"Curtain!" Yang Zhen regretted and angered, he would just dodge and forget that Li Lian'er was still behind him!

His expression was still calm under the forcible control, he looked at Meng Huan and said, "Yin Bamboo is also under the Bi Evil Knife. I don't think you're going to offend your own Heavenly Elder at the same time in order to anger the Imperial Court of the Netherworld, right?"

Meng Huan smiled nonchalantly, even the Yin Yang Jian disciples didn't know much about Yin Zhuzi's life experience, but with Yang Zhen's prominent status, there would naturally be people in the know who would send information.

"I don't want to do that, but I'm not afraid," he said. Let the surnamed Bi put down the knife, you stand back, swear not to move forward, I will let Miss Li go. ”

"It's okay to retreat, but it's impossible to swear to stop!" Yang Zhen shouted, "Both sides will release people at the same time, otherwise you will bear the wrath of the entire underworld when you leave the ruins!"

Meng Huan said: "Then let your people back off, and let the surnamed Bi put away the knife when I let go." ”

As he spoke, he let go of his palm and pushed Li Lian'er towards Yang Zhen, and Bi Xie also withdrew his knife.

Li Lian'er staggered two steps, suddenly stopped, Meng Huan let go, but behind her neck, the cold tip of the spear pointed at her skin.

Meng Huan laughed, and the tip of the spear was sent forward point by point, leaving a trace of blood on the back of Li Lian'er's white neck.

"It's too deceitful!" Yang Zhen's eyebrows were raised, his divine soul power had already infiltrated the Sumeru Stone, communicating with the life-saving magic weapon given to him by his father, as long as Meng Huan had a tendency to do it, he would stimulate it!

"Don't be so tense, the cheap life surnamed Meng is not worth the value of your magic weapon. ”

Meng Huan only felt a chill on the back of his neck, but the sword qi was too sharp, and he didn't have the slightest scruples, he was afraid that if he killed Li Lian'er, he would be pierced by the sword qi!

He subconsciously put away his gun and blocked with his backhand!

Ning Yan's figure didn't know when it appeared behind Meng Huan, the broken sword struck lightly on Meng Huan's gun, and he retreated with his strength, and Bai Yuetan had already stood in front of Li Lian'er Hao Yang Zhen at this time, protecting the Snow Land and the Underworld Alliance behind him.

He looked at Ning Yan with a trace of jealousy in his eyes, and many disciples of Yin Yang Jian were guarding the rear, but no one noticed Ning Yan's arrival.

Ning Yan and Bai Yuetan took the lead in running all the way to the inheritance tomb of the ancestor of the snowy region, and after receiving Bi Xie's request for help, they hurriedly turned back, and finally resolved the crisis in time.

Ning Yan looked at Meng Huan's inferior magic weapon spear, and asked with a smile, "Has Meng Huan's son changed his weapon?"

Meng Huan's eyes were cold, his gun was kicked off the stone bridge by Ning Yan fifteen days ago, and the time from Meng Chao's violent rise to Lin Li's threat to retreat was too hasty and embarrassed, so that the medium-grade spear he originally dropped was picked up by the people in the Kunlun Snow Region. He couldn't find a second medium-grade magic gun temporarily, so he could only win the high-grade gun for a while, which was quite uneasy to use, and even affected his strength somewhat.

Meng Huan immediately noticed Ning Yan's hand and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Broken Sword?"

"Yes, I'm going to use the broken sword now," Ning Yan smiled, "The Ancestor of the Snow Realm really cares for me, let me understand from the illusion, the inability is the sharp sword, and the strength has soared, and I can't wait to fight with Meng Gongzi." ”

Meng Huan sneered, his eyes flickered slightly, and Ning Yan's smile was too relaxed, making him a little confused.

If what Ning Yan said was true, he might really no longer be Ning Yan's opponent. He didn't want to collide with Ning Yan in advance, even if it was only in case that he could be planted before entering the mausoleum, it would still be too much to lose.

"Let's go!" Meng Huan glared at Ning Yan, turned to the Yin Yang Stream and said to everyone.

Ning Yan put away the broken sword, he didn't want to waste time with Meng Huan. The Snowy Ancestor disappeared inexplicably after being awakened by himself, and he felt that something was not right, and he had to conserve his strength until he knew the reason.

Li Lian'er hugged Ning Yan with a fist: "Thank you Little Brother Ning for rescuing." ”

Ning Yan waved his hand, looked at Yang Zhen, who had a slightly strange face, and joked: "I'm just sorry to disturb Yang Gongzi's hero to save the beauty." ”

Yang Zhen smiled bitterly at Li Lian'er's shining gaze, but there was a bit of gratitude in his eyes, he knew that he was not Meng Huan's general, and Ning Zhen's words after protecting the two of them were clearly reminding Li Lian'er of his heart.

Ning Yan looked at the people behind him, Bi Xie Lu Zi Yilin was all there, but he didn't see the merry man.

He doesn't worry about Merry Child, Merry Child's means are unmatched, and he will never be trapped by a mere illusion, and eighty percent of them have already left the snow field and entered the land of inheritance alone.

Ning Yan felt the guidance of the white jade token in his heart, pointed out the direction and said, "Let's go too." ”

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The group crossed the snowfield, and the white jade token in Ning Yan's hand became more and more hot, and the snowflakes were melted in an instant when they fell near them, and then turned into rising white gas.

In a short time, a cemetery was already in sight.

The cemetery occupies such a large area that it cannot be fully perceived from one side by the naked eye or divine sense. It has a pure white monument, 300 zhang high and 200 zhang wide, when it looks at it from a distance, it is majestic and majestic like a divine stone in the sky, but when you look closely, you are surprised that it is made of white snow.

The load-bearing beast under the stele is carved lifelikely, and the tortoise shell has a mantra carved by the Heavenly Dao, and its eyes reveal a terrified piety.

At the top of the snow monument are the wings that are outstretched, and there is not a single feather on them, but a pair of bat wings. Bats love yin and bloodthirsty and have never been liked by the decent, but this snow-white bat wings open towards the light, but it is extremely holy, reminiscent of life and death in disillusionment and silence.

And on the white snow monument, there is not a word.