The tragic nature is not only the Styx world where the cicadas are located.

In the palace, blood was already flowing all over the ground.

The Witch Ghost Dao and the Hanging Courtyard directly used the palace as a battlefield, and countless sword cultivators of the Sword Academy sat on the snow eaves behind, the sword intent was bright, and the cold light broke through the air, entangled with the magic of those witches and ghosts.

As for the cultivation of the sword abyss, he walked through the snow with the people of the Daomen, as the sword protector of those sword intent cultivators.

Although the Witch Ghost Dao lacks the existence of a charger, it is naturally not unreasonable that the art of conjuring spirits can be bored by the world.

In the midst of the wind and snow, the Wu River rises.

Countless people who have returned from the River Styx have returned, and they are in the midst of those palaces.

At this time, it was already late at night, but I didn't know when the dawn would come.

In the heavenly dome, the gods shine brightly, and the images of gods and ghosts are all over the heavenly dome.

In the entire palace, such a Taiyi Spring Festival was used as the background to carry out an extremely tragic war.

The many people from the Hanging Courtyard who came from the human world originally occupied the advantage of numbers, not to mention that there were many sword abyss cultivations, but when the Taiyi Spring Festival arose in the human world, a vision arose.

Those who are witches and ghosts have become extremely strong.

The real Styx River that was brought by the goddess from the Youhuang Mountain Range gave them an extremely strong power of the Styx, and it was also the return of gods and ghosts to the world, with smooth media and divine blessings.

Some people who have been immersed in the witch and ghost path for many years have faintly had the meaning of breaking the realm of spirits and witches.

This is also the reason why this bitter battle has lasted for a long time.

Standing in front of the Wind and Snow Palace, the originally angry and restless emperor also became calm at this time.

The sword light that constantly shines and shuttles in the palace, the sermons that print through the wind and snow, and those simple and mysterious witchcraft, the people of the Styx who return back and forth.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first month of the year 1004 of the Great Wind Calendar, a very beautiful and vast picture is constructed together.

However, he did not see the beauty, nor did he see the vastness.

He just saw life and death.

It is not compassion for the world and worries about the life and death of the world.

It is the life and death of a king or a loser.

He was still standing in front of the temple unharmed.

But his life and death are not in his own hands.

It's in those snowstorms.

In the sword light that leaps back and forth, on the Taoist robe that is branded with the sermon and smashes the wind and snow with one punch, and in the witch robe that sings witch words solemnly under those divine lights.

The contrast between blood and snow is stark.

Under the light of the sky, it is more gorgeous than the scenery that Yan Li has seen in his life.

So the emperor laughed by the railing.

The people of the witch and ghost path who were guarding him behind him were probably a little puzzled.

"What is the king laughing at?"

He smiled heartily.

"Lonely is a wasted person, a useless person, but such a person, can make the heroes of the world bow their heads, isn't it also a pleasant thing?"

Naturally bend your head.

The head flew high in the sword light, like a ripe fruit, constantly sprinkling the bright color of the red cuckoo in the wind and snow.

The waist was broken, like a bamboo that had been cut down, and it was simply inserted into the snow, and then began to flow the crimson wine that had been hidden in it for decades.

"The king needs to understand that if we lose, you will die."

The Great Witch behind him said in a deep voice.

Yan Li said calmly: "Or give Lone a sword, like Lone's stupid servant, walk through such a battlefield, and let Lone change such a situation?" ”

Of course, life is meant to be watched with a smile.

What can be changed, nature can be changed, and what cannot be changed, let you hang your head, fate will not move.

Yan Li may have remembered the long years in the past, and he would only say good about himself.

If everything, at the very beginning, I was faced with the things handed over by the Hanging Temple, and it was good, not bad.

The story of the fake capital may not go in this direction.

It's just a separation.

It's just a separation!

The emperor, who had been sitting in the palace all year round and had nothing to do, clenched the white jade column in front of him.

You want to be the emperor for a day.

Or a puppet for life?

He chose the latter.

He let go of the guardrail, looked at the bloody battles that could not be concealed in the divine light of the spring festival and the sound of chanting in the sky, and looked back at the wizards behind him.

"How about going to the palace of the king of Chu with Gu?"

Yan Li's eyes were very clear.

No anger, no smile, just a sober look.

For the first time, the Southern Chu Witches behind him, who had always been a little contemptuous, really looked at this man in a black and red imperial robe.

His figure was still a little bloated, and he looked stupid and ridiculous.

However, the Southern Chu Witches only raised their hands sincerely and saluted.

"Don't dare to obey."

Yan Li turned around, and walked calmly in the wind and snow towards the taller and older palace in front of him.

To ascend to some higher places.

You have to go on first.

Passing through the valley is the high mountain in the world.

Blood was splattered on the long steps in front of the temple.

It also has a head.

Some swords fly very fast and far, so the severed head will also fly very fast and far.

And so it ended up here.

Like a red lantern, it rolls on the snow steps.

Yan Li stepped on the snow steps and stepped on the blood steps that were gradually covered with more blood, and walked calmly.

All the sounds of the world are still in my ears.

Like the sound of a sword, like the waves of the River Styx, like the sound of blood bursting out.

For example, the grand chant that is used as the background of this bloody battle in the palace.

But he felt as if he was passing through the cheers of thousands of people, the heads and severed limbs that flew through the snowstorm in the sky.

It's anticipation.

It's a sibling dance.

Those sword lights are the fire of the Chu people that ignited, and those sermons are all kinds of praises.

A voice said in the bottom of my heart.

Through this snowstorm.

You are the emperor of the world.

So he passed through the wind and snow.

Those Nanchu witches behind him followed reverently.

Just like thousands of years ago, those ancient witches who followed the spiritual cultivator Chu Wanghuai and built the Witch Ghost Cult together.

Yan Li opened his hands and stopped at the foot of the majestic long steps of the Chu Palace, on the wide imperial robe, as if a fire had really ignited.

The Southern Chu witches knelt down respectfully, as pious as gods in the wind and snow.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to return."

Yes, return.

It's like the thousands of vast sounds calling for the return of gods and ghosts in that spring festival.

Return.

Rise.

Yan Li didn't look back, but his expression was calm, and he began to walk the incomparably long stairs again in the wind and snow.

A head was thrown into the air from the distant battlefield of wind and snow, and then smashed down, and then fell beside Yan Li's side, and the blood splashed in the wind and snow made the emperor's robe even more bright red.

Yan Li just looked down and calmly, and continued to go up.

He was naturally very close to that war.

If it were just a war of the world, the blood would not have come here.

But that's not it.

This is a war between practitioners.

was confined in the palace and suppressed under the wind and snow.

From time to time, snow wool with blood condensed fell on his body, and then melted by the heat above the bloated body, turning into some light blood and sliding down on the emperor's robe.

He had been walking a long way since he heard a very calm voice.

"I didn't think you would come."

Yan Li looked up, and at the top of the high snow steps, sat a man dressed in a blood-stained snow-colored coat, and the sword was stuck in the snow beside him.

Chilling.

The chilling cicadas that were rescued by Qi Jingyuan from those Styx worlds.

Qi Jingyuan has already gone to the front line of the battlefield again.

And here comes the chilling cicada.

Yan Li turned around, and those Southern Chu witches were still kneeling below, like small black stones.

They may not know, they may know.

But did not raise his head.

Yan Li didn't look again, just turned around and walked towards the man above.

"Of course Lone will come."

The voice of the departing was very calm.

This was the first time the two had met.

Probably the last time.

The story is not long, maybe a little twisty, but it is not very grandiose either.

It's just a New Year's story that takes place in the middle of this southern companion capital.

"Even if the Hanging Courtyard has entered the palace, at least for now."

Yan Li raised his head and looked at the chilling cicada above.

"Lone is still the emperor of Huangliang, not you."

The cicada sat there, his face a little pale, and his breath was very weak.

But no matter how pale and weak the cultivation of the Great Dao is, it is also the cultivation of the Great Dao, after the Prime Minister abolishes the Shenhai, he can still kill Qu Ling, and he can still fight with Zhuang Baiyi.

What's more, this is still a killer with a sword.

When Han Cicada remembered that he was going to be the emperor before, he felt that it was very disobedient, and he was clearly a killer.

And now, when Han Cicada remembers his identity as a killer, he also feels disobedient, you are a person who wants to be the emperor of the south.

It's probably because I have paid a lot.

Han Cicada felt that he was now worthy of being such an emperor.

So he held the sword in his backhand, as if supporting his body, but he didn't stand up, he just sat with his sword.

"A person who is born an emperor is not necessarily an emperor, and a person who can be an emperor is an emperor."

Such a sentence may be very verbose.

So it has a more concise way of saying it.

It's called a prince and a general, and you'd rather have a kind?

Yan Li laughed softly and said: "There are many divergent paths in life, and the immortals will be immortals, and mortals will do it." ”

Han Cicada raised his eyebrows and said: "Yes, you are a cultural person, I probably can't say such a thing, this sentence is really good, it seems that you have recognized the reality." ”

Yan Li said calmly: "If Lone could recognize the reality, there would be no story tonight. ”

The black-robed emperor stopped on the long steps sprinkled with blood and snow, turned his head, and looked over the palace walls to the world, extremely quiet, and seemed to be a little lonely.

"Lonely's Ling Yin deceived Lone."

"But Lone doesn't blame him."

"Because he made Gu understand a truth." Yan Li turned his head and looked at the man in snow above him.

"As an emperor, he is naturally a lonely person, so he is called a lonely person, so he is called a widow."

This middle-aged man, who has never really been the emperor of the world, looks calm and relieved.

Han Cicada looked at Yan Li calmly and said, "Yes, it's a very sincere suggestion, which is very beneficial to a sword cultivator like me who was born with mud legs." ”

Yan Li at least used to accompany the emperor, and Han Cicada really didn't do anything.

"You think Lone is giving you advice?" Yan Li said with a sarcastic smile. "I can't wait to kill you with my own hands, how could I give you such pertinent advice?"

The cicada sat there with his sword on his hand, and the sound of the human battle continued.

The sword light and witchcraft are becoming more and more enthusiastic, and the divine light above the sky is also extremely rich, and the night is not like the night, and the world is not like the world.

The thirty-one-year-old man, who had never imagined that he would enter such a fate, looked up at the sky.

"Yes and no? People always learn different things from various things. Many years ago, when I went to the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect from the village, I didn't think that I would become an upper-level sword cultivator in the human world. When I came to Huangliang last year, I didn't think that I would walk in the palace and get involved in such a southern throne, and it was right in front of me. ”

The Great Wind lasted for 1,004 years.

The cicada learned to be an emperor.

It may seem like a ridiculous story.

But that's it.

Yan Li calmed down and said calmly: "It's in front of Lone's eyes, not yours." ”

The cicadas are also very calm, and the two of them are like stone sculptures in the snow, unfazed.

"It's me in front of you."

Yan Li didn't speak, but just took a dignified and majestic step, and walked forward in the midst of the wind and snow and the bright divine light.

At the entrance of the palace of the King of Chu, there was a sword that had stayed for more than half a year.

The sword name Lingtai.

Now it's the Sword of Kamigawa.

In March of the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar, a sword passed through the eyebrows of Yin Zilan, the ancient Chu Ling who had returned from the River Styx, crossed Daze, and nailed to this door.

Yan Li didn't speak, because there was no chill in his eyes.

There was only one sword like that.

Just like the goddess said.

Pull out your sword and open the door to this dusty palace of the King of Chu.

It is the king of Chu in the world.

The chilling cicada is naturally very incomprehensible.

Like he said at the beginning.

He thought that he would not come, and he would hide in front of another temple covered by wind and snow, waiting for the world to pronounce his life and death.

Trembling, like facing the abyss, like walking on thin ice.

This is not the posture of such an emperor.

But the departing came.

Even the Southern Chu Witches who were guarding him were left below.

Knowing that the sword cultivator who came from the north and wanted to take his throne sat there.

But he still stepped through the wind and snow cold steps without panic, and moved forward step by step.

Yan Li may have seen the incomprehension in the cold cicada's eyes.

There was a bit of sarcasm on his face.

Of course you don't understand.

You are not the emperor who is forced by the general trend all day long, and can only face all the wind and rain in the world.

Didn't you finally see a glimmer of hope for a true emperor after the goddess returned to the world.

Of course, he also laughed sarcastically.

When he saw the goddess standing under the umbrella, facing the woman who had come to the world on a certain cliff, her soft fingers began to glow with some cold trembling.

But it was also at that time that he realized that he was only laughing at himself.

Facing the emperor of Huai'an, you don't even have the courage to stand up.

And who is qualified to laugh at others?

So the separation.

So the separation.

Yan Li calmly looked at the snow-colored sword cultivator who was getting closer and closer to him.

What can you do if you die by the sword?

He stopped on the snow steps in front of the cicada.

The cicada finally stood up, and the sword with witch blood was in some grand and splendid background, shining on the wind and snow, and shining on the divine light.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time.

In all the warm and bright divine light, the two men standing on the long steps of the wind and snow shone brightly.

Blood is splashed in the distance, sword intent is flowing, and the Wu River is mighty.

And here it is just the calm that contains everything.

It's like the peace that everyone has set aside for the two of them here.

So Yan Li stretched out his hands and sorted out the belts on the emperor's robe that were polluted by blood and blown by the wind and snow.

Calmly, calmly, resolutely, leaving everything behind, he stepped on the last snow step.

So the sword of the chilling cicada entered his body.

There is no sword intent, no vitality.

The Secular Imperial Controversy.

In the chill of the worldly sword, the curtain came to an end.

Bright blood began to flow between his lips and teeth, but there was no regret or unwillingness on his face.

On the contrary, he smiled extremely brightly, and even the blood surging between his lips and teeth became warm and vivid.

"Lone said it."

The voice of the departing was a little muffled by the blood gushing out of his lungs.

Because the body of life was also cold, leaning forward slightly, and seeing that it was about to fall, the cicada didn't know why, and subconsciously supported his body.

"He's in Lone's eyes, not yours."

Han Cicada suddenly realized something, and his gaze passed over the black-and-red emperor-robed man in front of him, and fell to the Southern Chu Witches who were kneeling in the wind and snow under the layers of snow steps.

They didn't know when they had already stood up.

Standing extremely reverently and solemnly under the Wind and Snow Palace, as if singing something.

The cicada vaguely heard some of the eulogies that had drifted away.

Yes - the soul is back! Go to Jun Zhiheng, what is the Quartet? The pleasure of giving up the king, and away from the other ominous! The Soul Returns! The East can't hold some .....

"The Soul is back!"

His Royal Highness Nan Chu Wu looked up at the palace of the King of Wind and Snow Chu with great sadness and solemnity.

"Anti-home!"

The voice is grief-grieved, like a mourner, like the loss of a king.

Those eulogies lingered in the wind and snow for a long time, and fell mournfully under the light of the gods.

The chill suddenly turned back.

Behind him, in front of the palace of the King of Chu, there was an emperor dressed in an incomparably deep and warm black and red color who was walking there.

Witchcraft, spiritualism.

It was a detached soul.

When he received the sword of the chilling cicada, under the traction of the soul conjuring technique, he crossed the figures of the two of them leaning against each other in the wind and snow, and walked towards it extremely smoothly and uprightly.

This is perhaps the most meaningless conjuring in the world.

But perhaps the best conjuring in the world.

Yan Li glanced back at the cicada that was still standing on the snow steps in a daze, and then raised his hand and held the Lingtai sword from the Grinding Sword Cliff.

With a crisp sword roar, he pulled it out.

Countless sword intents spread out.

It's not lethal, it's just a remnant that lingers on it.

However, as a soul, he naturally couldn't withstand such a fluctuation of sword intent.

The whole body began to diffuse rapidly.

Like quicksand pouring out of the moonlight.

It's like a mist blown by the wind and snow.

"Lone said, this is Lonely."

The sound of the separation gradually faded with it.

"But now, I'm sending you."

This is indeed the best conjuring in the world.

Chill thought blankly.

The sword fell on the snow-covered stone slab in front of the temple.

Not all lonely songs.