Kunlun Snow Mountain, undulating waves.

Ling Zihuan had a splitting headache before, but now he was unconscious, his brain was blank, his whole body was numb, and he was frostbitten by this bitter cold breath.

The wind and snow were still whistling in my ears, but I didn't feel the slightest chill. It's not that the snow isn't heavy enough, it's that Ling Zihuan has become an iceman, curled up on the snow and doesn't move.

The Xumi picture scroll is the treasure of the nine-tailed clan of Qingqiu Mountain, and its power should not be underestimated. Whenever you enter the Void Picture Scroll, the scene you see, whether it is a person or an object, comes from the germination of the depths of your heart.

Between heaven and earth, whether it is a human, a demon, or a beast, it will have its own unique emotions, and the Void Picture Scroll takes advantage of this to present the slightest throbbing in the depths of the heart in front of you.

Many people are high above and unable to get out of their own world and overcome the fear in their hearts, however, Ling Zihuan is no exception, what he sees is exactly what he has gathered for many years.

The so-called inner demon is probably an obsession that remains in the heart, not telling others, and suffering silently alone.

However, Kunlun Snow Mountain, full of snow, seems to have been engraved in his mind early!

Ling Zihuan remained motionless, holding his head in his hands, his whole body was as cold as ice, blending with the boundless snow-capped mountains, and he was silent for a long time.

Somehow, a tear slipped down Ling Zihuan's eyes, and a trace of warmth came down his cold face.

Snowflakes fell on the Longyuan Sword he carried, the rainbow light was dim, and it was already covered with snow.

As a seven-foot man, why did he cry, was he afraid of death?

Just now, the past suddenly appeared in Ling Zihuan's mind. He was not afraid, but lost, desperate, and secretly sad on this white snow-capped mountain.

A person, carrying a sword, lonely and helpless......

Everyone will have such an experience, relatives and friends are not around, face everything alone, bear everything, and rely on their own ability to step by step to the peak of the king, looking at the heroes.

However, this was not his original intention!

He grew up in a barren village, and lived with his father, and those twelve years were his precious memories, so pure and broken, without a trace of impurities.

However, four years ago, the demon clan washed the village in blood, and his father left in tears, and he had to embark on the path of cultivation, but what was the end of this road?

The first time he entered the Forgotten Forest, he was rescued by the monk Zhihong, and the palm of his right hand was injected into the internal power of the Buddhist sect, and then fell into the Void Enchantment, got the ancient god soldier Long Yuan Sword, and made a promise to rescue Qi who was imprisoned in the Void Enchantment.

Later, he entered the ant cave again, met the predecessor of his spirit clan, Tart Fengzi, and explained some things, he left without regrets.

All of this seems to have been arranged, let Ling Zihuan use the ancient divine weapon in his hand to achieve it step by step, and then use the red jade on his chest to unlock the ancient mysteries of the spirit clan.

However, who can really understand Ling Zihuan, this sixteen-year-old boy, he is unbearable to be manipulated, but he is helpless, for his father's dying entrustment, for the promise made to Xu Qiqi, and in order to make Tart Fengzi smile Jiuquan, he must become stronger.

The destiny of heaven is like this, let him bear all this, as a member of the ancient spirit race, he vows to inherit the legacy of his ancestors, so that this immortal race can stand tall on the Shenzhou continent.

However, in the icy snow-capped mountains, he was so lonely!

At this moment, how he wished to hear the voice of a man, the voice that lived in his heart, and imagined by feeling.

When people are the loneliest, they are not walking alone on the barren road, sad, but watching everything they care about gradually disappear with the wind, and that kind of loss is the greatest loneliness.

If he hadn't had it in the first place, he wouldn't have been troubled.

The beautiful picture of the past suddenly appeared in Ling Zihuan's consciousness in this virtual picture, and the scenes of the past made him cold to the heart, it was so unattainable, and the strange road turned into frost.

Kunlun Snow Mountain, barren.

The cold burst into bursts, stirring a few strands of hair hanging down Ling Zihuan's forehead, and then applying a thin layer of hoarfrost to add a bit of desolation.

"Could it be...... Am I really going to freeze to death here?"

"There's a lot of work to be done!"

"No, no......"

"Dad, Dad, Huan'er misses you so much, I miss you so much......"

"Huan'er will be obedient and will never make you angry again, we ...... Let's go home together!"

Thinking of his relatives, a tear overflowed from the corner of his eye, but he was blown away by the gusts of cold wind, and his cheeks on both sides were already red from the cold.

The illusory realm is inspired by this scroll, and although it is also in the realm of illusion, it is completely different from ordinary illusion.

Ordinary illusion is the breakthrough of illusion through the five senses of shape, sound, smell, taste, and touch, and then it is trapped in illusion.

But the reason why the Void Mi Scroll is used as the treasure of the Nine-Tails clan is because this magic weapon can directly read the victim's heart and see through all emotions, but it is actually intended to punish the heart.

Whenever it enters this picture, it will not let go of every bit of emotion, revealing all the emotional scars of the victims.

Ling Zihuan's heart was beating slower and slower, and every time he beat, his body had to be pulled alive.

The bitter cold wind trapped this sixteen-year-old boy in this barren and lonely Kunlun Snow Mountain, quietly waiting for death.

At this moment, the Long Yuan Sword, which had been quiet on Ling Zihuan's back, suddenly reacted and made a buzzing sound. Although the sound of wind and snow breaking was mixed with each other, Ling Zihuan heard it very sharply.

Ling Zihuan, who was weak, was confused for a while, for some reason, at this time, the Long Yuan Sword would make this kind of sound, and this buzzing sound didn't seem to be as sharp and beautiful as it was when fighting in the past, like a flickering wind chime.

Buzzing!

The voice at this moment is like the sorrow, shouting, and struggling of "Long Yuan......

Why did the Ancient Spirit Sword make such a miserable sound, could it be that it was also injured by this illusion?

The whole body of the Longyuan Sword was blood-red, and even the hilt of the sword was dyed bright red, like a delicate peony flower, slowly withering in the ice and snow.

The soul of the dead was not extinguished, and he was buried in Longyuan.

A thousand years of resentment, although it still exists in death.

Suddenly, Ling Zihuan suddenly thought of something, and the figure of Qi Qi appeared in his mind, and the words that Qi Qi had said in the Void Enchantment in the past echoed in his ears for a while.

"The Longyuan Sword was made by Wu Liezi, an outstanding swordsmith of the Spirit Clan in the ancient era, with five great spirit stones after nine hundred and eighty-one days of continuous refining, and then sacrificed the sword with his body, exchanging his own sincere and trustworthy blood for the aura of this sword. ”

"The Ancient Spirit Stone is nothing extraordinary. At the time of opening the furnace, the residue of the five spirit stones at the bottom of the furnace turned into the red jade, hook jade and Yan jade of the spirit clan, mixed with the blood and tears of Wu Liezi and the clear breath of the spirit stone, and there are more mysteries that people all over the world want to understand all their lives. ”

"The one on your chest is the red jade that represents peace and justice, and I don't know where the other two spirit stones are. ”

In this way, even the sword soul in Long Yuan's sword was the same as Ling Zihuan, suffering from this illusion in every way, but it was really sympathetic.

"Oh, Wu Liezi, Wu Liezi, I can't imagine that if you integrate into the spirit sword, you won't be able to fall into Yama, let alone the six realms of reincarnation, but in fact, you are lamenting. In this way, I still have to suffer from this illusion in this place where the birds don't. ”

"Hey, that's it, that's it......" Ling Zihuan sighed secretly in his heart.

After speaking, Ling Zihuan took out the last trace of strength, stretched out his right hand, and slowly pulled out the Longyuan Sword on his back with a "bang", put it in front of his eyes, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked at this ancient spirit sword.

At this moment, the whole body of the Long Yuan Sword was red, and there seemed to be a resentment circling in the sword, and the original Longyou Qi was gone, which shocked Ling Zihuan's heart, but he had to sigh helplessly.

"It's all said that Fabao is spiritual, but to be honest, I still don't know you. Since I have broken your illusion and become your master, I will live and die together. ”

"I should be glad that at least you're always by my side. Hehe, I forgot about it with a brain fever for a while!"

When Ling Zihuan said this, a trace of white light suddenly flashed in the Long Yuan Sword, but it was not very obvious against the backdrop of the flying snow, but it seemed that it was the revenant soul in the sword who was responding to his master.

"I'm so tired, so tired. Why is it so painful, it is better for us to end this life together. ”

"Dad, forgive the child for being incompetent and unable to help you fulfill your last wish!"

The corners of Ling Zihuan's mouth twitched, he smiled slightly, then held the hilt of the sword, picked up the Long Yuan sword, and his heart was horizontal, ready to wipe it off his neck.

At this moment, the Long Yuan Sword let out a buzzing roar, and a little blue light appeared on the whole red sword body, and then gathered a force to pull Ling Zihuan's hand to the death, preventing its owner from killing himself on the deserted snow-capped mountain like this.

When people die, they eventually return to dust, and it is the same everywhere.

Ling Zihuan's whole body was numb, and he glanced at the long sword in his hand with difficulty, the sword body trembled, and the whole body was full of red light, but there were white rays flickering from time to time.

Large snowflakes sprinkled on the Longyuan Sword, with a hint of desolation and grievance.

The firmament has no eyes, and above their heads, it rains this snow even greater. In the whistling sound of the wind, the goose feathers and snowflakes in the sky fluttered and flew away.

Ling Zihuan saw that "Long Yuan" tried his best to stop it, and he felt a feeling in his heart, but he didn't have any taste at all. It was this snow that made Ling Zihuan's heart as cold as ice, without the slightest emotion.

The next moment, the white glow of the Long Yuan Sword dimmed.

Seeing the situation, Ling Zihuan then exerted his right hand again, his eyes slowly closed, and the cold blade touched the warm neck.

Long Yuan's sword blocked again, but the strength was not as heavy as last time, and it couldn't stop Ling Zihuan after all!

The wind fell even harder, and the ancient spirit sword with a red body was covered with a white ice veil, wrapping the sword body tightly. It is truly incredible that the power of nature in this Void Picture Scroll has tortured this ancient divine weapon so miserably.

WhewW......

The red blood was gushing out on Ling Zihuan's neck!

The blood was so bright red, but under the ravages of the snow, it was extremely cold, almost coagulated.

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