Bei Mingxiu had a dream.

Since he was a child, he has been accustomed to waking up anytime and anywhere, channeling spiritual power between half-dreaming and half-waking, and later honing his sword intent, rarely having the opportunity to dream. The current dream seemed to be too real to be so real that he didn't think it was a dream at all.

In his dream, he walked through the snowfield, holding in his hand the cold that had always accompanied him.

"Out of the sword. ”

A clear and ethereal voice sounded in his sea of consciousness.

He subconsciously followed the meaning of the voice and swung the sword in his hand.

So in the dream, the entire snowfield was crushed and shattered, as if it turned into thousands of cold rays, gathering along the blade of this sword, and the next moment, the blue flame burst out above the blade of the cold sword, and the flame and the cold light met.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator had fallen into a state of self-forgetfulness, only to feel that when the sword was released, the meridians were extremely comfortable, and the sword momentum that was naturally accumulated by this sword slashed out, and the wildfire spread away, leaving behind ice marks that were clearly visible.

When the sword goes, it is frozen for thousands of miles, and when the sword returns, it is a wildfire.

Two completely different sword postures, the partial life can be perfectly transformed in one sword.

It was clear that there was endless chaos around him, but those ice marks scraped by his sword qi still seemed to be vivid.

It's not his swordsmanship.

Whether it is the Canglang Sword Technique, or the Cold Shadow Sword Technique, or his Cangying True Sword, it is impossible to have such a sword momentum.

Who is guiding him?

Just as he was thinking, the chaos around him gathered, and the blue flames that were swept out by his previous sword followed back, bringing not the blazing heat that the flames should have, but the extreme coldness.

Bei Mingxiu's eyes lit up, and what was burning was not the cold qi on the sword, but the spiritual power in the cold air.

All kinds of exercises in the world, with a few exceptions, are basically based on spiritual power, and without the blessing of spiritual power, no matter how subtle the tricks are, it is difficult to exert real power.

The root of this sword is to gather the spirit and let the spirit power burn.

Spiritual power itself does not burn, even if it is a fire-attribute element, it is only a flame turned into a flame by spiritual power, not by spiritual power itself.

Is the burning spiritual power still considered spiritual power?

If it directly changes the root of spiritual power, what kind of situation will this sword sweep out?

He woke up suddenly, and as soon as he got up, he felt the pain of tearing the meridians, and he had to lie down again, but the pleasure of the meridians after the sword was released did not completely disappear, as if he really made an extremely happy sword.

"This sword is called the Transformation of the Underworld, and it can only be used with the blood of the Northern Underworld clan as a medium. ”

The voice could still ring in his head until he was sure he was conscious, but when he tried to find out where it came from, it was in vain.

He tried to get up again, this time with a much softer movement, but the sight was full of life and the singing of birds.

He understood all of a sudden.

Such a scenery can never be real, and there is absolutely no such landform in the fringes of the War Bear Tribe.

He is in Ye Xinglu's painting.

Bei Mingxiu breathed a sigh of relief, according to his original idea, after she lost consciousness, Ye Xinglu should be able to escape with everyone, and now use the illusion drawn as a barrier.

He first bowed slightly to the side, he didn't know who instructed him in his dream that swordsmanship, not so much a swordsmanship, but an extremely mysterious spirit burning technique, this kind of exercise he had never heard of before, but it was indeed to his taste.

Since he was six years old, he began to borrow spiritual power from heaven and earth, if he could ignite heaven and earth

Spiritual power can be regarded as a step further.

Bei Ming Xiu suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at the Cold Immortal Sword in his hand, but neither the Cold Immortal Sword nor the Cold Immortal Sword Soul in the Sea of Consciousness seemed to have any intention of answering him.

The Cold Immortal Sword has long condensed the appearance of the sword spirit, but the sword spirit has never been truly born, so now, he only regarded it as the spiritual explosion of the Cold Immortal Sword and gave him a sword technique.

He planned to find Ye Xinglu to analyze the situation of the Cold Underworld Sword together, both of them were immortal bodies, she might be able to see some other clues, but when he saw the scene ahead, he couldn't continue to calm down.

Okwasa sat on a big rock with a bitter face, and Yi Ming was cutting wood with his fist in a forest, and their faces were not good-looking.

The scenery is picturesque, and in the picturesque scenery, there is no figure of Ye Xinglu.

Bei Mingxiu's heart sank and asked, "What's going on!"

"You're awake!" Akirasa's delicate body shook suddenly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face, but soon, the surprise dimmed, "Sister Xinglu...... Trap us in the painting and lure the Heavenly Venerable away by ourselves. ”

"Heavenly Venerable!"

This title directly caused the Northern Meditation Cultivator to almost affect the injuries in his body, he didn't hesitate too much, and hurriedly took out the Qiankun bag from his body, took out all kinds of pills and took them separately, and asked hurriedly: "How long has it been!"

"A minute. "Wasabi gritted her teeth, trying not to look too sad," Sister Xinglu ...... It's for our preservation. ”

"I'm going to find her!"

The Northern Meditation is a decisive way.

He made such a big battle in Dusk Cliff City, at first it was just to force Ye Xinglu out, but for various reasons, it finally evolved directly into a big battle with the Holy Pavilion, and before he passed out, he could also feel how fierce the battle was on Yu Luoxia's side.

He didn't know what the current situation was, but he would not be willing to wait any longer in this picture!

"How are you going, Sister Xinglu's painting is too exquisite, she just doesn't want us to go out. "The wasabi's head is getting lower and lower, and her voice is getting softer," ...... She's saving us with her life. ”

She and Yi Ming didn't have anything to do with this scroll, even if they could get out, their state was too bad.

If you want to leave this scroll, I'm afraid you can only wait for the owner of the scroll...... After the death of the body.

Bei Mingxiu's eyes became colder and colder, clenching the cold in his hands, and the heavenly humanity flowed through his body, temporarily suppressing the stinging pain of the meridians.

His current state is also very poor, but with the help of the elixir, at least for now, he has not completely lost his ability to fight.

"I'm going to make a cut. ”

The words of the Northern Meditation were still firm.

Today's incident is likely that he has caused Ye Xinglu to be involved, and he will never let her die to bear the disaster he has invited.

"Northern Meditation Cultivator, you!"

The wasabi was about to be dissuaded, but his pupils shrank suddenly.

Bei Mingxiu's fingertips opened a small hole, and a drop of blood flowed down the sword body, which was particularly eye-catching on the crystal sword body.

The tip of the Frost Sword began to burn at this moment.

Even a little blue flame made her eyes tingle a little, and even a little fear in her heart.

What is it?

Before she could ask this, Bei Ming Xiu had already held his sword and made a cut in the ground.

Once upon a time, he used the slightest unreasonable sword to try to forcibly cut Ye Xinglu's picture scroll.

Now he didn't have the spirit to wield that sword, so he planned to cut a cut in the scroll.

That faint blue flame was condensed by him on the tip of the Cold Underworld Sword, and under the sword, the earth in the painting cracked in response.

The figure of the Northern Meditation Cultivator

Also disappeared at this moment.

Wasabi was angry and anxious, partial and helpless, and when he wanted to go up to take a look, he found that the sword mark on the ground had disappeared.

......

"Boom!"

The wind and sand were raging, the mud and rocks rolled down, Ye Xinglu spurted out a mouthful of blood, could no longer support it, and fell to his knees.

The figure of the Heavenly Venerable slowly came behind the flying sand in the sky, and the smile on his face seemed to be clearly visible.

"Good formation, if you don't run out of spiritual power and your mind fails, maybe you can delay me...... Two seconds?"

Ye Xinglu let go of the "Northern Meditation Cultivation" behind his back, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The Heavenly Sacred Recipe is worthy of being the Heavenly Sacred Technique, even if it is a formation left by the master, it is difficult to resist the oppression of a world.

She looked at the Heavenly Venerable and sneered, "So, if you want to kill or chop, listen to the Venerable?"

"I'm not interested in killing you so quickly, although Immortal Venerable doesn't want to see you continue to live. ”

The Heavenly Venerable stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and the "Northern Meditation Cultivation" that fell to the ground instantly dissipated.

Ye Xinglu's face turned pale at this moment, but the smile on his face did not decrease: "You guy is not stupid." ”

The Heavenly Venerable said lightly: "Turning the tiger away from the mountain can't hide from my eyes." ”

"You hid those accomplices, and you plan to face me in order to die?" there was a bit of banter in the Heavenly Venerable's tone, as if he was happy to see the various changes in her expression, "The Northern Immortal Cultivator is a mortal figure set by the Immortal Venerable, and you will not die until you find him." ”

Ye Xinglu saw that his intention was recognized, so he simply stopped pretending, and said-for-tat: "You can't find them." ”

"Your aura is very unique, even if you can set up any formation, you can't hide my perception. The Heavenly Venerable pointed to his eyes that seemed to have a touch of gold, and said seriously, "You can't protect them, and you can't protect yourself." ”

"So what?" Ye Xinglu raised her head and said, "Your aunt and grandmother have made a lot of trouble in the Holy Pavilion since I was a child, but I am not scared. ”

"It's you, a dog mongrel, who will act recklessly on the basis of knowing a Heavenly Holy Technique, what Heavenly Venerable, I'm sorry!"

The Heavenly Venerable's face suddenly became gloomy, and there was a little more danger in his smile: "Do you have the courage to say it again?"

Ye Xinglu originally didn't think that such a superficial agitation would be useful to this Heavenly Venerable, but at this time, a little surprise arose in his heart, and after thinking for a while, he pointed at him and said righteously: "I said you are a dog mongrel!"

"Good, good. The smile on the Heavenly Venerable's face became more and more dangerous, "I wanted to find them first, but now, I really want to crush your bones one by one." ”

"Do it?"

Ye Xing showed a mocking smile on his face.

The Heavenly Venerable didn't say anything more, and struck out with a palm of his hand, and a small world condensed by the Heavenly Sacred Technique flew directly towards Ye Xinglu.

Ye Xinglu closed her eyes and opened her arms, as if she was embracing the world.

Like a mayfly, she has a good heart, she has never been lawless and not afraid of the hardships and dangers of the world.

And when the shadow of death loomed, she was still afraid.

She was afraid, but had no regrets.

After her death, the formation hidden in the scroll will be activated, and the person in the painting will be transferred to the east, although I don't know where it will be teleported to, it will inevitably reach the realm of the human world, even if it is the Heavenly Venerable, don't think about finding them in a short time.

No one will be fine except her.

In her life, such as morning dew.

This is the path she chooses, and she still has no regrets.

From the small courtyard to the barren mountain, she has always been the Ye Xinglu who lives according to her heart, at least her wonderful and bright, someone will always remember.

It's just that after all, I'm still a little unwilling......