The sky was dark, and the snow-white earth was soaked with red blood.

In the distance, fires burned in the sky, and a large number of tribal villages were built near the mountains.

The mournful wails resounded continuously, and under the snowy night, extremely large monsters could be seen, dragging huge blood axes, wantonly in the sea of fire.

A white figure fled in a hurry, and it continued to run wildly into the distance, and the blood stains along the way attracted more monsters.

A dark shadow struck, and a piercing laugh spread through the snowy night.

It looked back, frightened, frightened, and sped up again, only to slam into a man.

He suffered pain in his forehead and fell directly to the ground.

When it looked up, it saw a slender figure standing in front of it.

The long flowing hair dances lightly in the wind, and the face has a little vicissitudes, but it can't hide the handsomeness hidden under the edge.

The mature charm emanated from the indifferent eyes, and I looked at it quietly.

It recognized the origin of the costume and couldn't help but be horrified.

Looking back, there was a figure standing behind the long-haired man.

She is holding a guqin, and her eyes are not black and white, but blue and faint.

The belly bulged slightly, as if she was pregnant.

Although she was gentle and had a slight smile on her face, she still couldn't erase the terrifying blood pressure on her body.

Is that...... Demons!

"Husband, it looks like we don't have to go hungry tonight."

A whisper came out, and the woman looked at the long-haired man, smiling.

This kind of image made it even more flustered, and its steps began to retreat.

But in the rear position, a black shadow killing machine was set off.

The long-haired man raised his head slightly, and a cold light gleamed in his calm eyes.

Convenient instantaneously,

Rumble!

The snow-capped mountains collapsed.

All the black shadows' bodies froze in mid-air, and even the boundless sea of fire with distant tribes was cut in half on the spot!

Blood was spilled on the ground, and silence fell all around.

It stiffened in fright, lying motionless on the snow.

The long-haired man suddenly stepped forward, bent down and took it in his arms.

The eyes were lowered, and there was no cold light and murderous aura, and there was a ray of tranquility.

"The fur is good."

As these words fell, it was so frightened that it trembled, and prayed, "Please, don't eat me." ”

The woman in the back blinked her eyes and said slyly: "Say, how many innocent people have you killed before?" ”

"No, not even the bad guys." It shook its head desperately.

The long-haired man patted its head lightly and whispered, "The ghost fox clan naturally doesn't like chaos, so it is not tolerated by other races. ”

"What's your name?"

"Ning Xiao'e, this is the name Daddy gave me."

"From now on, you can practice with me."

The long-haired man placed it on his shoulder, and the woman's eyes behind him were tender and full of love.

Her husband has always been like this, and there is a significant difference from the so-called righteous gentleman.

In the eyes of outsiders, demons are demons, and they should be punished.

But the husband told her that sometimes, the human heart is more terrible than the demons, and the demons also have the difference between good and evil, benevolence and righteousness.

She lowered her head and stroked her lower abdomen, and muttered: "It's been two hundred years, when will you be born, but your mother is bitter." ”

"In my opinion, I'm afraid it will take another 800 years." The long-haired man shook his head and laughed.

"It's all your fault." The woman snorted and shook her fist and hammered it.

The two figures walked under the snowy night, gradually moving away until they disappeared.

……

The ripples on the ancient paintings are constantly playing, but only Lan Xuejing can see Ning Xiao'e's memory.

That was the first time Ning Xiao'e met Chen Yu.

Lan Xuejing froze in place, her mind rumbling, as if she had discovered some shocking secret.

Because the long-haired man on the ancient painting seems to be the vanished legend of Dayan, the world's genius in Shushan!

Shen ...... Shen Nanqing? ”

Her breath was short, her perception was torn open by a huge gap, and her face was incredulous.

In the square, everyone was still amazed.

The Zixia Palace Lord waved his hand slightly, and his disciple pushed the easel and returned to the main hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the feast begins now." He smiled, but everyone was a little reluctant.

When he sat down, he was still talking about the woman in the painting.

And Lan Xuejing's expression was complicated, he looked at the direction in which the easel left, and then said to Chen Luoli beside him: "You just stay by Uncle Gu's side, don't run around." ”

Chen Luoli nodded obediently, and then Lan Xuejing disappeared from the banquet.

The Fire Ghost King in his cuffs opened his eyes again and stared at the back of the hall.

He had a hunch that something big was about to happen.

The territory of Zixiao Palace is very large, with dozens of peaks, and there are thousands of palaces and caves, and the easel leaves from the main hall of the square, but it does not stay there.

Lan Xuejing pursued all the way, suppressed the true yuan aura, and saw the easel on the corridor leading to the highest peak.

"Chen Yu, are you sure? The Zixiao Ancestor here is the pinnacle of the Martial King. Lan Xuejing asked hesitantly.

Taking the risk of stealing ancient paintings will inevitably cause the wrath of Zixiao Palace, and it is certain that it will be discovered.

But ancient paintings are obviously very important to Chen Yu.

Ning Xiao'e is obviously Chen Yu's maid, but in Chen Yu's heart, Ning Xiao'e is already his apprentice.

Therefore, when asked before, Chen Yu would refute.

This is the relationship between weight and interests, Lan Xuejing can steal it, but if he loses his life because of this, it will be too irrational.

Unless, the power of Chen Yu's remnant god is enough to shake the peak of the Martial King.

"Your meridians will not be able to bear it."

In the depths of his heart, Chen Yu's whisper sounded, he was trying to make his remnant strength sober for more time.

"What's this, it's out of the way." Lan Xuejing didn't care.

If it weren't for Chen Yu, she would have died several times.

The words fell, and he quietly followed again.

Halfway through the corridor, there was finally a vacancy in the perimeter defense.

She swept out like an arrow, and the true yuan was revealed, and the power of the Heaven and Man Realm far surpassed that of the two disciples.

There was a roar in the palms, and the two people who were slapped passed out on the spot.

Lan Xuejing hurriedly took down the ancient painting, and as soon as he turned around, a figure standing with his hands in his hands was already standing at the end of his sight.

Her movements were slightly stiff, and she hadn't felt any breath before, where did this person come from?

"What do you mean by this?"

The cold words came out, and there were wisps of true yuan power, and it was the middle stage of the heavenly and human realm.

He was like the guardian of the ancient paintings sent by the Zixiao Ancestor, and his eyes never left the range of the ancient paintings.

"It's back to its rightful owner." Lan Xuejing shrugged his shoulders.

"Ridiculous!"

The cold drink sounded, and Zhenyuan Huo Ran broke out, and there was a bombardment of Changhong.

Lan Xuejing hurriedly dodged, also urging the power of the True Yuan.

And this kind of movement has already reached the location of the square, and the people of the Eight Desolation Forces have raised their heads one after another, their eyes suspicious.

Gu Changan looked back, but he didn't find Lan Xuejing's figure, and he couldn't help but change his complexion.