"To the east of the quicksand, between the black waters, there is the mountain of immortality." - "The Book of the Sea"

North, Wasteland.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the knife penetrates into the bones, cutting people's faces painfully.

The snow in the north has been falling for a few days, and it still doesn't stop. Snowflakes swooped in and blurred the vision.

The woman in the green cloth shirt blinked, and her feet scurried.

Behind him, more than a dozen short crossbows shot out like a rainstorm, and the arrows were cold.

She drew her short sword at her waist and shot down the rain of arrows, then turned her wrist slightly and drew a talisman with her sword to block the second wave of arrows that followed.

The pursuers behind him quickly approached, stopped ten zhang away, and formed an encirclement with their swords.

The woman looked at them and said in a calm tone: "It's you! ”

In the north, there are countless crises, and there are countless chasing enemies. Only the wave of people in front of her, since she stepped into the wasteland, has been biting tightly, but never making a move.

Now, I'm afraid I can't help it.

Seeing that her tone was soft, and there was even a little carelessness on her face, the leading man couldn't help but feel nervous.

Along the way, they have seen more of her methods, and they are naturally a little stunned.

However......

He turned his eyes slightly, and saw a few bits of red in the snow under the woman's feet, and his heart was certain.

The woman gently rubbed the bead on her left wrist, and her tone remained calm: "Who is the person behind you?" ”

The leading man was a little impatient, "Don't talk nonsense, you better be caught!" ”

The woman sighed faintly, "Since you don't say it, then ...... Die! ”

She flipped her ten fingers and flew, and then with a flick, the originally thin and weak snow in the air suddenly condensed into ice, shooting away like a hidden weapon, knocking down several people in an instant.

Seeing that he had fallen in an instant, the leading man was shocked in his eyes, and immediately raised the long knife in his hand and shouted: "Don't be afraid, she has been seriously injured!" Above! ”

With that, he swarmed up with his men.

……

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The woman in Tsing Yi held a sword, standing alone on the wasteland, and the red blood beads snaked down the sword body, soaking the snow under her feet.

The surrounding area is already full of corpses.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the snow swirled in the air.

The sound of the wind, the rustle of snowflakes falling on the ground, the sound of her breathing, and—

There was a negligible clanging sound in the air.

A few slender silk threads came silently with the momentum of strangulation.

She stepped back in the snow, leaning over the deadly thread.

As soon as the tip of his foot touched the corpse on the ground, he saw two silk threads shoot out of the snow, splitting the corpse that had just stepped on it in two.

She clenched the sword in her hand. There is more than one person who comes, and he is a master.

In normal times, she is not afraid.

However, she had already been wounded in a previous fight with the Deserters of the North, and then dealt with a wave of pursuers.

A sword stabbed at the wind behind him, with a chilling murderous aura.

She spun around and struck her opponent's sword-wielding wrist with internal force, pushing it away.

The other party took a beating, and then took advantage of the situation to pull a sword flower, and continued to attack her, the sword did not leave her ears and eyes, and in an instant, she had stabbed seven swords in a row.

The woman in Tsing Yi is not a master of using a sword, she worships the Xuanmen, and learns the mystical arts, although the five techniques of the Xuanmen are all involved, but she is good at life techniques and spells.

The sword of the person who came had vaguely cultivated a bit of sword qi, even though it was not to the point of breaking ten thousand laws with one sword, it was enough to make the injured woman a little difficult.

What's more, there are still people in the shadows who sneak up on them with silk threads from time to time.

She bent down on her back, dodged a dangerous sword, kicked the hilt of the sword in her opponent's hand with her right foot, and then turned around and stabbed it.

Her swordsmanship is not very superb, but her body skills are very exquisite, the opponent dodged sideways, and stabbed a few swords in a row, figuring out her moves little by little, forcing her to mess up.

He had already expected that the next move would inevitably be to avoid his sword and make a move from the left side.

was about to collect the sword and stab obliquely, but saw the woman in Tsing Yi hit her straight over, and the sword in his hand stabbed into her left shoulder.

The swordsman looked at the people who were close at hand, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Immediately afterward, he felt a chill on his neck, as if something was gushing out.

The woman in Tsing Yi wiped her fingers together and wiped it between his neck, her wrist moved slightly, and then the blood congealed into beads, she pushed the swordsman away, and once again avoided the silk thread of the sneak attack, and with a wave of her hand, a few plump blood beads shot away in the direction where the silk thread came.

"Ahh In the vast snowfield, a scream came from not far away, and the swordsman fell straight down.

The woman in Tsing Yi pulled out the sword on her shoulder and quickly sealed several large points to stop the bleeding.

The direction from which the scream came showed an old man in white clothes, white hair and white eyebrows.

He originally hid his breath, and used the trick of blinding his eyes, hiding in the dark to sneak attack, but now he was beaten out by blood beads, and there were several blood holes on his arms and body.

The woman's hand moved, and she was about to finish the old man, but her head was "buzzing" and blank.

Everything in heaven and earth seems to be moving away and returning to chaos.

She unconsciously squatted down with her head in her hands, and the soul bead on her wrist emitted a scorching light, which burned her soul and felt a pain, and she came back to her senses.

The soul fixer, the soul is also fixed, the treasure of the Xuanmen, the only one in the world.

But she has been wearing it since she was a child.

Master once said that she had a catastrophe in her life, and this soul bead might be able to protect her once.

The woman in Tsing Yi bit her fingers, quickly squeezed two drops of essence blood onto the soul fixing bead, and recited the soul fixing spell in her mouth.

The crimson blood trembled slightly on the Soul Fixing Bead, getting faster and faster, and seemed to boil, and then it was absorbed by the bead cleanly.

The crystal clear bead has a few more wisps of magnificent color for no reason.

After doing all this, the woman in Tsing Yi was already sweating profusely and collapsed on the ground like a loss of strength.

When she looked up, she saw a woman walking out from behind the old man in white, looking like she was twenty-eight or nineteen years old.

The woman stepped on the snow step by step, and her plain white clothes scurried over the snow, rustling softly, leaving shallow traces.

is obviously dressed in plain color, but the face is extremely bright and moving, like the most delicate begonia in spring.

However, under that bright face, there is a gray color that can't even be covered by fat powder, and it is clearly the appearance of the end of life.

The woman in Tsing Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, and slowly spoke: "You want my life." ”

The woman covered her lips and smiled, did not answer her question, just reached out and wanted to caress her cheek, "The little lady is a little fierce, but she is born with a good appearance." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi turned her face sideways, avoiding her hands.

The woman didn't care, withdrew her hand with a light smile, and took a step back: "Wu Yuan, I'll leave it to you."

Only then did the woman in Tsing Yi see clearly that she was closely followed by an old woman in gray cloth.

The old woman took a breath, and she didn't pay attention to her unstable spirit.

"Rest assured, lady."

The old woman spoke, her voice hoarse and dark, and there was a bit of strangeness in her tone.

She unwrapped her body, took out a row of slender copper bells and tied them around her waist, and turned out a small copper stove and set it up on the snow, lighting three sticks of incense.

The smoke in the incense burner rose in the plain white sky.

The old woman handed a dull and rusty dagger to the woman, "Lady, please." ”

The woman nodded and took it, took a deep breath, and swiped it on her wrist, blood gushing out.

The blood-stained dagger suddenly flowed dark red, and it was very beautiful.

The blood on her wrist couldn't wait to gush out, and the old woman hurriedly took out a small bowl and connected it, and took about half a bowl.

The woman's hibiscus face faded in color and became unusually pale.

The old woman sat her aside, and used a dagger to cut the wrist of the woman in Tsing Yi, and took the bowl from before, and received a bowl full of blood.

Immediately after, she took out the paper talisman from her bosom, and the words in her mouth were recited in her mouth, and the paper talisman burned in the wind.

The old woman sprinkled the talisman ashes into the bowl, then stood up, and walked around the woman in Tsing Yi, the small bowl in her hand tilted slightly, and the blood was dripping, leaving a place of red, and finally drew a strange formation on the snow.

After putting down the small bowl, the old woman took out a few more things from the package, she held a small human skin drum in her left hand, and a thin drumstick in her right hand, while beating the leather drum, humming an old tune in her mouth, and dancing around the plain-clothed woman with steps.

It's a witch.

I didn't expect it to be folded here today.

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly in her heart.

The brass bell around the old woman's waist rang sharply, and a force rushed into her body viciously, pulling at her soul, as if to wring her to pieces.

The soul bead on her wrist shone brightly, burning her painfully.

However, this time, the power of this force pulling her soul was too ruthless, and even the soul bead could not do anything.

The woman in Tsing Yi tried her best to cultivate, maintain the last trace of clarity, and gathered all the true elements between the soul beads, and then removed the soul beads on her wrist and threw them out.

I saw that the soul bead turned into a streamer and disappeared into the vast snowfield, without a trace of breath.

The world gradually returned to chaos.

On the wasteland, in the midst of the heavy snow, there seems to be a nameless mountain rising from the ground.

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