Shen Tuxue sat up, snuggled next to the trunk of a thick dragon's blood tree, she tilted her head next to Ling Qiao, and continued: "My father and brother never thought of it, but they stopped their actions after they prepared all the hunting plans, of course, why their minds suddenly changed at that time, it is not for me as a child to know at that time, but at that time I remember that my brother did not regret his father's decision. However, there are other elders who have been complaining that the Divine Beast Prison is the only way to solve the calamity. ”

"What happened later?" said Lingqiao.

Shen Tuxue's memory was also like a reckless moon shuttling in the scribbled clouds under Lingqiao's question. She was eight years old at the time, although she did not remember the image of her mother, who had long since died. But she clearly remembered the craft that her brother, who was a round older than her, learned from the mortal world, gourd candy, marshmallows, and the taste of candy blowers. Shentu Xue likes sweetness, but she has never had teeth, and the people of Snow Mountain have never changed their teeth since they were born, so she still remembers those tastes clearly. She even remembers riding on her brother's neck, from the time she was born to the time when she was eight years old, when her father died, her brother was a little bowed at a young age because he carried her. When she thought of this, and thought of her brother who was suffering in the Demon Cave, she couldn't help but have tears in her eyes and a sad nose.

All the images in the Dragon's Blood Forest were placed on a pendulum, and the sound of insects, the sound of the wind disturbing, and the sound of pythons spitting out messages were all compressed into a flat shape by the stagnant time. The dark bark of the dragon's blood tree was distinguished from the flattened time and space, the spider silk on top hung down, and a bull's-eye-sized flaming spider swirled underneath, as if it was about to fall into the blood pool hell, and this struggling spider may be the wedge between the dragon blood forest and the blood pool hell.

"Later, my father and brother united with some like-minded elders to activate the forbidden technique 'Dark Snow Tianluo' inherited by their ancestors, and the creator of this formation is the spirit remains-the founding patriarch of our Phantom Snow Mountain, but I didn't expect that after a thousand years of death, my remains turned out to be the object of this forbidden technique, maybe he was in a hurry to die, and did not record the side effects of this technique. ”

When Shen Tuxue said this, she choked up and continued, "After this technique was unleashed, my father and brother found out that this technique was terrifying, because once this technique was cast, it would be surrounded by fire around the formation, and the snow field contained electricity, and all the disciples who were arrayed were struck by lightning and burned by fire, and the thunder could not be avoided, and the fire could not be extinguished. After the roasting matured from the black smoke that came out of the snow mountain people talk about the color of the death sacrifice spirit, some people say that the death sacrifice spirit is the congenital demon spirit, some people say that it is the cultivator of the evil spirit Dao who went crazy, the spiritual power in the body burst out uncontrollably, and the black gas transformed by the body disappeared, this death sacrifice spirit is very angry, can not be extinguished, can not be driven away, invades the human body and is evil. Thinking about it carefully, it is better for the father and brother not to activate that formation, it is much better for the snow mountain people to be affected by the spirit remains and become a snail nest and die than to become a puppet of the death sacrifice spirit. ”

"Presumably your father and brother didn't expect this formation to have such a heavy price back then. Lingqiao said.

"It's been a long time, and now I'm thirty years old, I don't know what my father and brother thought at that time, but one thing I can be sure of is that this formation must not have been created by our Snow Mountain Creation Elder. This formation is too evil, too vicious, although the spiritual power exuded by the spirit remains has been suppressed, but in order to avoid the death sacrifice spirit, our mountain people can only hide in a corner of the Phantom Snow Mountain. Fortunately, the attribute of the death sacrifice spirit is turbidity, which is heavier than air, and it can't fly, so it can't reach the top of the mountain with a thousand cold feet. At present, our mountain people are safe for the time being, but the circle of activity is too small, so there are also complaints, complaining about our incompetence as elders......"

"Indeed it is pitiful. Yu Fan inadvertently interjected again.

"Mouthy!" Ling Qiao covered Yu Fan's mouth again, "Isn't there a man in your Phantom Snow Mountain who wants you to be a weak woman?"

"The men in the snowy mountains are lazy and not easy to cultivate, but fortunately, they are self-aware and hide on the snowy mountains, and they can be regarded as safe. It doesn't matter if they are cowards or what, the people of Snow Mountain, if they can live one more, they can find a way to save their lives, which is also a comfort to me and my father and brother. ”

From time to time, there was a mixture of yin winds in the dragon's blood forest, stirring the long hair of the sleeping prisoner who was lying on the ground, like a dancing girl combing a son. Although the wind was cold, the prisoner seemed to be enjoying it very comfortably, so at this time, Lingqiao kept stroking it, making it feel very relieved and satisfied.

When Shen Tuxue spoke, her physical strength gradually recovered, and the light cold sword next to her also burst out with a burst of cold light, trembling on the ground, and then Shen Tuxue's eyes closed tightly, and suddenly opened, like a pillow of yellow pages opened, and suddenly felt nostalgic, no matter how her eyes wanted to express her inner will, but ordinary people just couldn't read it. This included Ling Qiao, who was not an ordinary person, and she was curious that such a woman could carry such a big responsibility. If it were him, he might not necessarily have Shen Tuxue doing well.

The light cold sword flew back to the scabbard, Shen Tuxue's spiritual power recovered, and the uncontrollable overflowing white light in her body repaired the corners of her torn clothes, messy makeup, and especially her shy face like a pear blossom that was lightly stained with blood and dirt.

Over the years, in order to study spiritual arts and rescue her father and brother, this woman has never revealed her emotions, and even dressed up sharply, as if she is a man, often making others misunderstand that she is a stone girl. She never talks about love, she thinks it's like a waste of time to chat about nothing, of course she doesn't have a moment of small talk with anyone, but she didn't expect that she lost for a while, there were so many words, she felt a burst of happiness, and the resentment in her heart was like snowflakes squeezed out of the clouds that had not been sunny for a long time, and fell to the ground, although it melted, but it flowed into the dirt, flowed into the heart, and felt very comfortable.

A shadow swept like a fire, reflecting the red dragon's blood forest, making it even more difficult to see his movements. Although he was fast and confusing, he didn't make any superfluous moves. He was covered by a black robe, and a red mask with horns and fangs, eyes like sunspots, and red eyebrows and a swarnose, which were terrifying. His voice was wooden, just humming, but the sound was like a cold breath tilting on the glass and being bounced back, which was difficult to accept, because it didn't look like the sound of a normal person talking at all.

He lifted off his black robe, revealing his right hand, which was full of creeping blood spells, wrapped around red scales and running out, poking out more than ten meters in an instant, a bloody mouth burst out of the palm of his hand, with ring-shaped fangs on it, the fangs were about half a foot long, tightly lined up with the entire blood mouth, constantly stirring. Then he devoured Shen Tuxue's men one after another, Shen Tuxue was stunned and forgot to make a move, and was swallowed before he was prepared. When he was about to devour Ling Qiao and Yu Fan, he was held down by the prisoner, but the arm was as smooth as oil, and it was pulled back at once, leaving only a few shallow claw marks.

The predation of Yu Fan and Lingqiao failed, and the black robe stopped and did not make a second cover-up.

"If you want to save people, come to the Snow God Mountain to find me!" The black robe said hoarsely, and without saying much, he used the technique of concealment, and his body turned into a weak flocculent, which gradually dissolved and disappeared in the air.

There are many types of this masking, and the behavior of the concealment is determined according to the nature of the caster's spiritual power. The retreat in front of him is strange, and Lingqiao has never seen it.

"Everyone has been eaten, and they save a fart!" Ling Qiao scolded angrily.

"Pay attention to the quality, we don't know them well anyway. Yu Fan said, but when he said 'we', he suddenly realized his brother's existence. So he immediately got up and rummaged around, but he didn't find his brother.

"It's over, it's over, my brother was eaten by that monster, and we ......have no grievances with him," Yu Fan suddenly burst into tears and choked up.