It didn't take long for drops of red and purple blood to fall from Ling Zihuan's neck.

At this time, it can be vaguely seen that there is a bright red blood mark on his neck, which is so eye-catching and dazzling in this white snow.

The Long Yuan Sword was still buzzing, but it was not as strong as just now, but with a hint of sadness. A thin layer of frost covered it, obscuring the original brilliance of the Long Yuan Sword.

The snowflakes are flying, the mountains are roaring, and even the earth seems to be crying.

Kunlun Snow Mountain, located in the western wilderness frontier of the Shenzhou Continent, has always been isolated from the world. Even Ling Zihuan didn't know why he was suddenly here, was there something strange?

However, it was already too late!

It's cold and snowy here, and it's deserted, even if Ling Zihuan dies here, no one will know.

"Wow!"

The "Long Yuan" in Ling Zihuan's hand fell to the ground, and the red blood on the sword body melted into the white snow, instantly dyeing a piece of snow red, but it was faintly black.

The Long Yuan Sword was stained with Ling Zihuan's blood again, but it only emitted a faint burst of light, and after a moment it regained its calm. It is not like the scene in the small forest on the south side of Feilai Peak in the past, when Ling Zihuan and the Wu Clan Cangshui were fighting, the blood sprinkled "Long Yuan" burst out with strange beams.

The soul of the soul in the sword was shouting, crying, grieving and indignant, even if the bright red of this most affectionate person stained the sword body, he would not take a drop.

They are all poor people, but they have the same heart.

Just facing the sword on his neck, Ling Zihuan didn't feel the slightest pain, as if his body no longer belonged to him, but to this never-ending ice and snow.

Ling Zihuan glanced down at the Longyuan Sword that was inserted upside down in the snow, at this moment, the blood-stained blade was blending into the snow drop by drop, it didn't look as sharp and indifferent as before, but faintly glowing with a trace of warmth.

The sword is dangerous, but it is also synaesthesia!

"I didn't expect that it was you who could accompany me in the end. However, it doesn't matter, although I am your master, you have been my dear friend from the moment I took you out of the sword shrine!"

Suddenly, only hearing the sound of "hum", Long Yuan's sword trembled, and the sword soul seemed to understand Ling Zihuan's words.

"Sometimes, you may know myself better than I do!"

At the same time, the snow on which the Longyuan sword was inserted upside down was dyed red, and the blood flowing down from the sword body melted into the snow and began to spread continuously, like a slowly blooming rose.

Ling Zihuan looked at the long sword, and gradually lost consciousness, maybe his time was running out.

He believed that it would not be long before his whole body would be covered by the heavy snow, leaving no trace. The cold wind is howling, but it is just a messenger of snowflakes, decorating everything here like a plain carving.

"If I die, will Master and my brothers be sad? If I die, will Qiqi hold a grudge against me for not keeping my promise?"

"Qi Xuan has been my playmate since childhood, he should be sad and sad. ”

"I really want to know, what will Ruan Qixue think of me?"

“......”

Ling Zihuan slowly closed his eyes, his whole body was cold, and it had been replaced by the severe cold. The last scene he saw before closing his eyes was that the Long Yuan Sword was stuck upside down on the ground.

And in an instant, a large piece of snow stained red with blood suddenly emitted a strange light, which was still very dazzling under the snow.

This light was silvery white, and as soon as it burst out, it condensed into a silver-white vortex in an instant, and then spun rapidly, and there was a powerful suction force that wanted to absorb everything around it.

Huhuhu......

The wind on the top of the mountain roared, and a thunderclap resounded in the sky, as if a god had descended to judge the suffering of the world.

Before you know it, the sky and the earth suddenly became lively!

Under the traction of that whirlpool of white rays, everything seemed to be inevitable, bringing a little color to this originally lonely place.

Rumble!

Kunlun Snow Mountain shook suddenly, a huge flash shocked the sky, and the space was distorted for a while, as if Mars hit the earth. The white mang's whirlpool burst out with a purple light, shooting away sharply, soaring into the sky, cutting open the white sky for a while.

Outside, that is, when Shui Ling'er and Qiu Qinhan looked at each other angrily, the void picture scroll that paused in mid-air "ding" sounded, and it was full of brilliance.

Shui Ling'er and Qiu Qinhan were both taken aback, and at the same time looked at the Xumi picture scroll, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

I saw that the original scene in the scroll was swallowed up by all the brilliance, and then the red light flashed, and those scenes instantly distorted, converging into a silver vortex again.

Sou!

A familiar figure flew out from the Void Picture Scroll, dressed in light clothes and carrying a rainbow light long sword, and slowly fell to the ground, it was Ling Zihuan.

He was in the illusion just now, just because his blood stained the snow red, he made the icy snow mountain undergo earth-shaking changes, and a ray of light was magnificent, gathering a powerful force, pulling Ling Zihuan in, and then returned to reality.

Qiu Qinhan saw Ling Zihuan standing in front of him unharmed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but move, his face was happy, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't speak. In a short moment, he returned to his original cold look.

At this time, Shui Ling'er was looking at Ling Zihuan carefully, and now she was already dumbfounded, never imagined that Ling Zihuan would actually crack the illusion realm and successfully escape from the picture scroll, which in her impression, I am afraid that she is the first person to have such a ability.

After Ling Zihuan fell to the ground, he took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions a little, after all, he had just been in that illusion, his heart was fluctuating, and now he suddenly returned to reality, and it was normal for him to be unable to slow down for a long time.

Half a salary, glanced at the glowing Void Picture Scroll in mid-air, and then looked around, and couldn't help but change his face slightly.

At this moment, a fierce black aura swirled in the sky, enveloping the entire forest. But in the forest, the demonic spirit spreads, the monsters are scurrying, and there are wild beasts screaming, and the ghosts are roaring.

It's only been a long time, and the Forgotten Forest has undergone such a drastic change, and you don't need to think about it to know that the Vientiane Seal is about to be unable to hold on.

Looking at the Vientiane magic array in front of the right, the five rays of light rising from the Five Elements Yellow Flag were suppressed by an evil aura above, and the light appeared to flicker, faintly with the meaning of annihilation. The Voldemort Tower in the center trembled, and the golden runes of the windows under the cornices began to dim.

Ling Zihuan glanced at Qiu Qinhan, and saw that his face was frosty, and he didn't even have a word of warmth, so he couldn't help frowning, and there was an inexplicable loss in his heart.

"You little girl, you actually set up an ambush to frame me!" Ling Zihuan's eyes were on fire, looking at Shui Ling'er.

Shui Ling'er snorted, stretched out her right hand, chanted the magic trick, and the void painting scroll in the air rolled up, and then under her mental power, she retracted into the snow-white cuffs with a "whoosh".

"Hehe, little girl, I'm a thousand years old now, and in another hundred years, I'll be cultivating into a nine-tailed fairy fox, I think you're a little hairy child who hasn't dried up, I'm afraid you haven't even grown hair, ahhahaha!"

After Ling Zihuan heard this, his face was immediately red, he was shy for a while, and he didn't know how to refute it, so he avoided his gaze and glanced at Qiu Qinhan, only to see that her face was as calm as water, but there was a sense of urgency.

At this point, Ling Zihuan naturally understood, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the demonic qi was pressed layer by layer, if he didn't take the Demon Tower, everything would be over, and all his efforts would be in vain.

However, Shui Ling'er's mana is very strong, and it will be difficult for the two to win even if they join forces.

Shui Ling'er was joking, and when she saw Ling Zihuan's shy face when she heard it, she couldn't help but smile. Then, she frowned again, a little confused in her heart, and asked, "Ling Zihuan, how did you crack the Illusory Realm?"

The corners of Ling Zihuan's mouth rose, and he said in a sneering voice: "With your magic weapon, can you still trap me?"

At this moment, seeing Ling Zihuan boasting of exaggeration, he couldn't help but secretly disgust, "Hmph, don't think that I don't know what's going on in the picture scroll, tell you, everything you experienced on the snow mountain just now, we all see it in our eyes." ”

"Huh?" Ling Zihuan was taken aback, thinking back to the scene just now, the affectionate vein when he looked at Ruan Qixue, the painful appearance when he was desperate, and the tragic picture of self-harm with his sword......

Thinking of this, Ling Zihuan's body stiffened, his face was slightly red, and he looked a little embarrassed.

After he was silent, he still calmed down, snorted, and said to Shui Ling'er: "What if you see it, I'm not standing here as I was." ”

"After seeing your illusory realm, I guess someone is going to be disappointed!" Shui Ling'er said jokingly.

Ling Zihuan was stunned for a moment, and saw that Shui Ling'er was full of smiles, mostly joking, as if she had guessed something, so she unconsciously glanced at Qiu Qinhan, and saw that her whole body was as cold and arrogant and lonely as a layer of ice, which made people dare not have the idea of being close.

He shuddered in his heart, and suddenly remembered that there was still something important to do, looked at Shui Ling'er, and said sharply: "What do you want to do with this fox demon, do you know that once the seal of Vientiane is broken by the demon and the Demon Tower suffers a big blow, the ancient demon spirit in it ......"

As he spoke, fine beads of sweat oozed from Ling Zihuan's forehead, because he knew in his heart that the Forgotten Forest was on the verge of a moment, and the Demon Tower was in danger!

Although Qiu Qinhan, who was standing on the side, did not make a sound, his face was slightly pale, and a trace of haggard appeared on his delicate face.

"You tell me how you solved the Illusory Realm, and maybe I can consider giving you the Tower of Demons. ”

Ling Zihuan was stunned for a moment, this Shui Ling'er seemed to care very much about how she got out of the Void Picture Scroll, but maybe she could change out of the Fu Demon Tower, and it didn't hurt to tell her.

Ling Zihuan thought for a while and said, "I vaguely remember that when my blood dripped on the snow, it slowly spread, but a ray of light burst out, and then sucked my whole body in. ”

After hearing this, Shui Ling'er frowned and fell into deep thought.

"It's actually blood that breaks through the illusory realm......"

Whew!

The yin wind was blowing, the demonic qi was surging, the sky was black and pressing, and an invisible ferocious aura enveloped the entire forest.

In the sky above the Vientiane Circle, a purple and black rune was slowly pressed down, like a dark clutch of color, wanting to completely destroy the earth.

Half paid, Shui Ling'er seemed to understand something, "ah", and then looked at Ling Zihuan with strange eyes, looked at it carefully from head to toe, and then came out of her mouth.

"I didn't expect you to be a descendant of the Spirit Clan!"

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