Sangsang's right hand was in the cold night wind.

A ray of light arose on the tip of her index finger, and the light suddenly rounded up, turning into a faint flame, the color of which was unusually white, without a trace of impurities, and revealing a holy smell.

Immediately afterward, her thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger also gave birth to this holy flame at the same time, shining her slightly black little hands unusually white.

These holy flames of light are the Divine Radiance of Haotian.

The Haotian Divine Light between her fingers was swaggered by the night wind.

More holy divine radiance, seeping out of the gaps in the fabric of her new clothes, from her slightly dark face, from the ends of her yellowish hair, covering her thin body, the large black umbrella she held between her left hand seemed to sense something, and slowly closed without wind, silently clinging to her legs.

The cliff of Yanming Lake shines brightly.

Sangsang shines brightly.

It was as if the endless Haotian Divine Radiance erupted from her thin body, illuminating the snow-covered cliff in front of her in an instant, the wolf-covered snow lake under the cliff, the broken well on the other side of the lake, illuminating the snow bridge reeds on the west bank, and the winter forest snow monk on the east bank, illuminating the entire Chang'an City.

The holy and blazing light shot from the shore of Yanming Lake to the sky, and spread to every corner of Chang'an City, and the deep night seemed to usher in a solemn sunrise, bright as day.

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On the cliff on the shore of Yanming Lake.

The Haotian Shenhui outside Sang Sang's body didn't seem to have any temperature, because her hair was not curled and her clothes were not burned, but those flames of light that had become a raging burning momentum seemed to be really burning.

The blood stained on her clothes was scorched without a trace, and the dirt and snow on her shoes had all turned into green smoke, and all the dirt was purified, becoming cleaner and more transparent than clean.

It's as transparent as her people.

One day in the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the old man who escaped from the Xiling Temple came to Chang'an City, he bought a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, poured half a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, stained his cotton jacket, and saw a black and thin girl in the old pen restaurant in Linforty-seventh Lane, and he did not want to leave again.

The old man looked at her, followed her, and told her that the path of chance was bright, and that he had taught her all his life's learning without concealment, and said with great emotion, I have never seen a more transparent existence than you.

So Sangsang is transparent.

Therefore, the Haotian Divine Radiance exuded from her body had no loss or refraction, just as holy and pure as the original Divine Radiance.

There are people in the Xiling Temple who have worked hard to the Dao and have also mastered the Haotian Divine Technique, such as the Daoist Ye Hongyu who is proficient in this Dao, but no one in the Dao Sect can cast a purer Haotian Divine Radiance than Sangsang.

Because she is the heir of light.

She is the daughter of light.

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The reeds on the side of the bridge on the west bank seem to have turned into beautiful objects carved from white jade under the white light.

Ye Hongyu held the railing tightly, looking at the dazzling light on the lake in the distance, she was shocked and speechless, she knew that Sang Sang knew magic skills, and she had consulted with the little maid, but she never knew that Sang Sang's real magic ability was so strong that it was so strong.

At this time, it should have been late at night, and she couldn't borrow Haotian's brilliance, she couldn't understand at all, how could Sang Sang be able to release so much light, although she knew that she was the only heir of the Light Divine Throne in the world, and the Xiling Divine Temple was bent on inviting people back to Taoshan, she still couldn't understand.

No one understood the light on the shore of Yanming Lake at this time, including Ye Su standing on the city wall, but he didn't try to understand the scene in front of him like his sister did.

Looking at the divine light that illuminates the night sky and perceiving the breath of that place, the face of this Zhishouguan descendant is full of pious yearning and shocked and dazed expressions, and mutters, "What pure light." ”

The senior brother standing beside Ye Su also looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, he was not moved, nor did he smile, but his expression was extremely solemn, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

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Under the snow bridge outside the barracks, the soldiers of the Yulin Army and the cultivators of the Tianshu Office looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in a daze and shock, and the light shone the emotions on their faces clearly.

Xu Shi looked up at the beautiful light reflected by the black clouds in the night sky, his movements were extremely heavy, and his wrinkled old cheeks were full of questions.

The second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged on the snow bridge kept his head down most of the time from day to night, and at this time he finally raised his head and looked at the light at Yanming Lake, showing a sincere smile very rarely.

Then he looked at Xu Shi and said, "This is a miracle. ”

Although this is not a miracle of the academy's creation, but a miracle is a miracle, after Master Yan Se and the Great Priest of Light died together, the second senior brother climbed the nameless mountain, watched the little maid hold the ashes into the urn, and felt pity, I always felt that a miracle would happen to the little maid in the future.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to debate and argue with the most respected elder brother.

Tonight he finally saw the miracle that happened to Sangsang, and he began to smile.

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In the winter forest on the east shore of Yanming Lake, Qi Nian is covered with ten thousand pieces of snow like cicada wings, looking like a Buddha statue carved from ice and snow.

When Haotian Shenhui appeared on the cliff, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the thin snow fell from his eyes, and there were many complicated feelings in his gentle but resolute eyes.

Those feelings are compassion, peace, struggle, and finally turn into admiration.

The cicada chirping in the winter forest, which had always been faint and silent, also changed at this time, and the rhythm of the cicada song strangely showed a cold and disgusting feeling, but the tone seemed to be somewhat satisfied.

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In the pavilion outside the Snow Hall of the Imperial Palace.

Li Qingshan, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, looked at the light that suddenly lit up the night sky in the south, and his right hand, which was brushing his beard, trembled suddenly, pulled off several long beards, and showed an incredible look on his face.

Master Huang Yang, who was standing next to the snow bell, looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, opened his lips slightly, and a sigh turned into a compassionate Buddha name, and his palm seemed to unconsciously slap on the clock face.

The thin snow on the ancient clock broke inch by inch and slid down the clock face to the ground.

The melodious and solemn sound of the bell is carried into the distance in the dark night like day.

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At this time, the world in Sangsang's eyes was white.

Pure and immaculate white.

That's the color of light.

Her gaze did not stay in those pure divine glow worlds, but silently looked at the back on the snow lake, feeling the message transmitted by that telekinesis.

The telekinesis was summoning desperately, so greedy, so hungry, and even a little panicked, like a devil who wanted to devour her flesh and blood.

Sang Sang clearly felt this meaning, but she didn't panic, in the blazing Haotian Divine Radiance, she calmly opened her spiritual world to Ning Que on the other end of the mind.

Certain consciousness has long become Sangsang's instinct, her spirit, her flesh and blood, her divine radiance, her life, her qiē, all of them are hers, and they are also lacking, she can share them with him without hesitation, or dedicate them to him, in this case, why fear?

She is Ning Que's destiny, and Ning Que is also her destiny, so I will give you as much as you want, even if it is everything, what you want, I will give you anything, even if it is life.

If the relationship between a practitioner and his natal life is a bosom friend, Ning Que and Sangsang are the first-class bosom friends in the world, not mountains and flowing water, but pots and pans, their joys, sorrows, and joys, their hearts, their lives and deaths, they don't need to try to understand each other, they naturally understand each other.

If the relationship between a practitioner and his natal life is intimate, Ning Que and Sang Sang are the two closest people in the world, they have eaten and slept together since childhood, slept on their feet in the scorching heat, and warmed themselves together in the cold winter.

If there is really a destiny of heaven, then fifteen years ago, Haotian let them meet in Hebei County, where thousands of miles of starvation, and then began to live and die together, they once lived and died together, and will always live and die together, this is fate.

It seems that this qiē has long been predestined.

There seems to be a way to connect in the dark.

At this time, Sang Sang's Haotian Divine Radiance, which burned with his life, had to follow the passage in the underworld to pass it to that person.

The breath between heaven and earth suddenly became quiet.

In the light, Sang Sang's face was snow-white, his brows were frowned, and he seemed to be in great pain, but there was a smile on his face.

The blazing Haotian Divine Radiance on her body suddenly condensed into a bundle and shot towards the bottom of the cliff, forming a bridge of light, connecting Yanming Mountain and Yanming Lake.

The endless Haotian Divine Radiance, through the light bridge of guò, passed through the cold wind on the snow lake, and continuously poured into Ning Que's body, making the Pu knife he held shine brightly!

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The Haotian Divine Radiance that rushed to his face made Xiahou's pupils shrink suddenly, but in a very short moment, they were burned until they gradually turned yellow, revealing a look of shock and fear.

He felt that this was not the Haotian Shenhui of Haoran's anger, but the real Haotian Shenhui, the kind of power he feared the most, although he had already betrayed the Demon Sect and taken refuge in the Dao Sect, he was still afraid.

Countless Haotian Divine Radiance spit out from the blade, enveloping Xiahou's body in it, these flames of light that should have been solemn and compassionate, but at this time, they seemed so cold, ruthlessly burning his ** and spirit.

These Divine Radiance Flames, at this moment, Ning Lack his own Divine Radiance, so he was not affected in any way, his blade was sharp, and with a dazzling blazing flame, he slashed forward!

This knife is the knife he is most familiar with, and it is also the simplest knife technique, without any fancy moves, just from top to bottom, but it is also his most powerful knife. On the shore of Subi Lake, he cut off the heads of countless horse thieves in this way, and at the side gate of the academy, he cut Liu Yiqing into waste with a single sword.

The iron spear in Xiahou's hand could no longer withstand the power of Haoran Qi on the knife body, as well as the burning and purification of Haotian Shenhui, and it collapsed with a crisp sound, and it was broken into two!

The blade continued to go down.

Xia Hou shouted violently, like thunder exploding on the snow lake, only to see his iron hands slamming forward with the momentum of a railing bridge, and forcibly sandwiched Ning Que's knife in his fist!

The huge impact of Xiahou's fists was transmitted along the blade to the hilt, and then to Ning Que's body, but he seemed to be unaware, lowered his head and pursed his lips, and continued to press without saying a word!

Spouting the blade of Haotian Divine Radiance, scorching Xia Hou's fist, it slowly and unstoppably moved downward, getting closer and closer to his thin pale face.

Facing the impending death, Xia Hou let out a crazy howl, made a final effort, lifted the foot of the injured Yan Zòng, and kicked it towards Ning Que's waist and abdomen!

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Even if Xia Hou kicked Ning Que with this kick, he could no longer block Ning Que's blade and those Haotian Divine Radiances on the blade, but he still did it, because he wanted Ning Que to die with him.

However, he was not able to do it, even if it was destroyed.

At the moment when he kicked Ning Que's waist with his toes, a breath spread down his leg to Xia Hou's body, entered his sea of knowledge, and finally turned into an extremely thick smell of blood in his mouth and nose.

Xiahou was familiar with that breath, because he had felt it before.

He was unfamiliar with the breath, for he hadn't felt it in years.

The breath that turned into a thick smell of blood was so indifferent, and so lofty and vast, as if standing in the far sky and looking at him condescendingly.

Then Xiahou heard a cicada.

The cicadas he heard in the palace during the day, he thought it was an auditory hallucination.

The cicadas he heard when he stepped into Yanming Lake at dusk felt like a real illusion.

At this point, before he died, he heard the cicada chirping again, and this time he confirmed that it was true.

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Ning Que was kicked directly and fell heavily into the snow, he struggled to prop up his body, and wanted to get up and give Xia Hou another knife, but no matter how he struggled, it was in vain, so he had to sit in the snow with a breath.

A knife cut appeared on Xia Hou's body, this one was very straight, starting at the forehead, and then extending downward, cutting his nose and lips, chest and abdomen.

Blood seeped out along the flesh that bloomed at the edge of the knife, tonight's battle was too fierce, he had already shed too much blood, and the remaining blood in his body at this time could only seep out, looking more and more miserable.

Xia Hou did not fall, looking down at the deep blood on his chest, this knife wound may not be fatal to him at his peak, but it is not something he can bear at this time.

The surrounding Haotian Shenhui did not extinguish for some reason, but continued to burn, the cold lake water seemed to have turned into lamp oil, the snow seemed to have turned into coal, and the entire Yanming Lake seemed to be burning, emitting dazzling light, shining a qiē on the lake clearly.

Under the divine light, Xia Hou looked at the knife on his chest, knowing that death was coming, he slowly let go of his hand, and let the two severed guns fall, splashing the snowflakes.

The bell ringing in the palace in the distance finally came to Yanming Lake.

Xia Hou looked up at the place where the bell rang, wondering if he was thinking about his sister.

The bell rings again.

A buzz rang out from his burly body, and countless fine gravels splattered out of his body and scattered in all directions, as if they were dust that he had hidden for decades.

The melodious bells kept ringing, echoing in the quiet city of Chang'an.

Plop puff puff!

Xia Hou's body made a series of muffled sounds, the surface suddenly sank, and in some places it was raised high, broken bones and broken flesh, and the marks looked like they had been smashed by someone with a fist.

These are Don's fists.

In the series of assassinations on the wasteland, Tang risked death, fought with serious injuries, and broke Xiahou's armor with a bloody knife, leaving more than a dozen fist intent on his body.

In the past few days, Xia Hou used his majestic true qi and terrifying realm to forcibly suppress these fist intent injuries, and at this time, Haotian Shenhui melted the meridian crystal wall in his body, so he couldn't suppress these fist intents, so he burst out in an instant at this moment.

The injuries that he had suppressed with the Demon Sect's secret method before also erupted again, and countless wounds reappeared on his skin, and the picture looked extremely weird.

Before dying, it has to be said that it is a very cruel thing to re-experience the injuries and pains that you have suffered in the past.

Xiahou's internal organs were all shattered, and it could even be said that they had become rotten things.

There wasn't much blood in his muscles, and there was still a lot of blood in his internal organs, so Xia Hou began to cough up blood, with a thick black blood, surging down his esophagus, trachea, into his mouth, and then overflowing his lips.

Xia Hou stood in the snow, coughing up blood and laughing.

Ning Que sat in the snow and was silent for a long time, and then laughed as well.

The smiles of the two people have completely different meanings.

On the cliff side of Yanming Mountain, Sang Sang sat in the snow, looking extremely weak, she looked at the picture on the lake in the distance, and knew that Ning Que didn't want to laugh at all at this time, he definitely wanted to cry.

Thinking of this, her heart was sour, and she began to cry.

Cool tears kept flowing on her slightly dark face, but they couldn't wash away the smile that gradually appeared.

It was a joy to be had, and she hummed softly.

"We are from the mountains and rivers, and we want to take your life. ”

"We are from the riverside, and we want to take your life. ”

"We are from the grasslands, and we want to take your life. ”

"We come from a small village with no one in the Yan Realm, and we want to take your life. ”

"We are from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang'an City, and we want to take your life. ”

The lyrics of this song are the clumsy little revenge poem she wrote for Ning Que.

The tune is a lullaby that Ning Que often sang to her when she was a child.

Sang Sang's voice was very soft, and there was a little childishness, which was not good.

But at this time, the singing from the cliff is so moving, melodious on the lake of winter.