Returning to the territory of the wild bear, he did not see the ruthless figure of the snow, and the remaining Xiong Zhen came to report that His Royal Highness had entered the snow valley, and the surrounding area had been banned by demonic power.

"How can it be so solemn, could it be that His Highness has been injured?" Tiger Thunder was a little confused.

"I saw that His Highness took that human race away with him, and for so many years, the land of Snow Valley is not allowed to be set foot by others." Xiong Lie was a Heavenly Demon after all, and he witnessed more details.

Jinxiu frowned, as if she was a little unhappy: "Why worry about it, Your Highness doesn't want to be disturbed, so I'll just keep it as before."

Regardless of the speculation of the demons, Liang Tian vaguely felt that Xue Ruthless might be trying to save the life of the palace master, and at the time of parting, under the solid ice, there was still some life.

In fact, there is no lack of doubts in his heart, the shattering of the seed of artistic conception is nothing more than damage to the soul, this kind of trauma he has experienced, with the background of the wind and the clouds, the sky and the human realm, why is the speed of decay and weakness so fast, and even his life hangs by a thread.

"Hey, Brother Liang Tian, your mind is not inferior to mine, you must have seen it, can you recognize the identity of the human race?"

Xiong Lie suddenly turned his head, interrupting his thoughts.

Liang Tian sighed lightly: "It's your Royal Highness's own junior brother."

No more was said in the end.

The demons looked at each other, and it was still Jinxiu who reacted first: "The palace master of the Fengyun Academy!"

The six demons don't know much about that past, and the identity of the palace master's senior brother was revealed when he came last time.

But the brothers and sisters meet each other, death and life, it is too cruel, the snow is ruthless, it can be seen from lingering in the snow valley and not giving up every year, the last time Xia Zhi came, these subordinates also got a glimpse of the past, so it is not difficult to imagine the sourness, but with his cold nature, I am afraid that he will not confide in case.

"Your Highness......

Jinxiu's eyebrows and eyes showed a little distress, but they quickly converged, and at that moment, the most troublesome brute bear did not talk anymore, and pulled the cow to the side to compete with his fists and feet.

Liang Tianpan sat down, took out the little cloud lion from his arms and put it on his lap, it drank wine at the previous banquet, and has been sleeping soundly until now, but it is more peaceful than others.

Shaking his head and smiling, Liang Tian continued to fall into the formation path cultivation and no longer thought about it.

In the matter of death and life, manpower is limited after all, and it depends on God's will.

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That's seven days!

In the land of Snow Valley, pear blossoms are always undefeated, and they are pure white, this is the second time Liang Tian has come, and he is still the same shock and sadness.

The little cloud lion followed him step by step, and from time to time naughtily stepped on the falling snowflakes, lively and beautiful, so innocent that there seemed to be no trace of the haze of the past.

Walking into the depths, I saw the crystal coffin platform from afar, the ice had faded, the people in the coffin were vaguely recognizable, and the snow was ruthlessly leaning on the side, with his eyes closed, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

In the next place, Feng Xiyun was still sealed in the ice, and his expression was still in parting, and his vitality was vague and elusive.

Liang Tian approached gently, not wanting to be presumptuous, and when he came to the front, he arched his hand and asked, "Uncle Xue summoned me, I don't know what happened?"

Xue looked at him ruthlessly, as cold as ever: "That's what I asked you."

Liang Tian knew that he was asking him what he meant, but he was not in a hurry to answer, and his eyes fell to the side: "Uncle Shi, the palace master is ...... him."

"He was wounded and saved, and he couldn't live himself."

"How so?"

Xue ruthlessly opened his mouth lightly, somewhat angry: "The intention is born from the heart, he himself throws away the obsession of living, and others are helpless."

"Are you really helpless?" Liang Tian took out a few Netherworld Lotus Ten petals, hoping to be beneficial.

Xue ruthlessly only glanced at it, then shook his head, and grabbed it from the void with a wave of his hand, and a large cloud of emerald green light condensed, filled with the vigorous breath of life, and threw it into the ice.

"Before, when he had the will to die, the power of his soul also died at a hastened rate, and I used the breath of life to maintain his physical activity, and I also provoked him with words, and if he wanted to live, it was still possible to say two; If not, then in three days' time, there will be no more wind and clouds in the world."

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Only then did I realize that the existence of spiritual power was originally a reflection of the heart, and there was no difference between salvation and salvation for people who were discouraged.

The knot in the heart of the palace lord lies in the dilemma of love and hatred, lies in Xue's ruthless demon clan identity, and in Su Li's death.

That's right! Su Li's death!

Liang Tian's eyes suddenly lit up: "Uncle Xue, this time I came just for the reason why Qingluan made a mess three hundred years ago!"

Xue ruthlessly stood up abruptly, her eyes sharpening: "What did you find?"

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"I saw a demon in the Little Demon Mountain, and the strong demon of the Heavenly Demon was also prostrate, thinking that he was a slave, and he was willing to be driven, and his name was called Lord Qing."

Xue ruthlessly frowned, "It doesn't mean anything."

"The family master Liu Mu, I met the palace master three hundred years ago, and I heard that the young master was here to pursue the family master and senior sister."

Xue silently muttered for a long time: "Although the time coincides, there are still many variables, but there are other clues?"

Liang Tian flipped his palm, and the crimson source qi rose up, gradually outlining the image of a thin feather in the void: "This is the token of the demon race, called the green feather, the whole body is pale blue, can the snow master recognize?"

The moment Xue ruthlessly saw the feather take shape, she clenched her fists and laughed maniacally: "Haha-haha-it's him! The green feather of the Qingluan clan! It's him—"

Since Liang Tian knew Xue Ruthless, he had never seen him so out of shape, but when he turned his mind and put himself in his shoes, he suddenly felt ordinary.

Xue ruthlessly flipped his palm slightly, and the crystal coffin behind him suddenly spread thick frost, he was laughing, trembling with laughter, and beckoned again, and the big ice block sealed with Feng Xiyun flew in front of him, he leaned up, his voice was mixed with demon sense, hatred and forbearance: "Xiyun, Qingluan who hurt Ah Li, I found it." If you don't wake up, then this miserable life will be in vain."

The man in the ice was indifferent, and the snow ruthlessly had a mockery on his face, and waved it aside: "That's it! From beginning to end, Ah Li was just me."

But at the moment when the ice fell to the ground, a corner shattered, and the sword flew into the void, and the tip of the sword pointed at the snow mercilessly, trembling endlessly.

Zheng Zheng sword roared, as if there was no word to complain, Xue smiled ruthlessly, pointed at the sword body, and engraved a snow pear flower: "Then you have to hurry, I'm already a little impatient."

The sword seemed to suddenly lose its strength, fell into the snow, and was inserted under Su Li's coffin!

Snow lay on her back on the ice steps, tears in her eyes, and the disappointment and resentment accumulated over the past three hundred years were relieved.

He needed this time, to drain all his emotions, so that he could be calm and rational enough to contemplate the doomed bloody and cruel revenge plan.

Seeing this, Liang Tian also sat down on the snow, wandering into a wreckage, the identity of Lord Qing was confirmed, for him, how could it not be an impact?

In the quiet world for a while, only the little cloud lion who stepped on the snow was carefree.

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