The stars and the moon shine in the sky, sprinkling a silver light on the earth.

Zhou Han, who was bathed in silver light, did not feel any relaxation.

The black qi continued to erode his body.

His tiger's jaw had cracked, and it was bleeding continuously, staining the hilt of his sword through.

Blood droplets fell to the ground along the hilt of the sword, and there was a faint layer of black in the splashed blood.

If someone stood opposite Zhou Han, they could see the boiling black inside through his originally clear eyes—of course, they had to have the ability and courage to stand in front of Zhou Han.

Along the way, no one or anything that stopped in front of him escaped a tragic end.

He could only keep waving the sword in his hand, venting the black qi in his body.

Only in this way can he prevent the entire sea of consciousness from being swallowed up by darkness.

However, only a very small part of the current sea of consciousness is still clear, and it is still being eroded.

With the overturning of the river and the sea in the sea of knowledge, Zhou Han's consciousness has long been blurred, and he continues to move forward completely by instinct.

He couldn't tell what was real in front of him.

One second, he was still standing in a very simple thatched hut in Rice Field Village, and the next second, he had arrived at a small lakeside village, and he could vaguely hear the warm voice of his parents in his ears.

The sword qi was accompanied by frost, destroying everything around it.

There were many more people in Zhou Han's eyes.

The fat rich man who looks like a fat pig in the east of Inada Village, who claims to be from a big city, but has a sincere smile but a conspiracy in his old woman, I don't know which gang defected from......

These people were all passers-by of his life, and they left behind not very good memories.

Zhou Han knew very well that these people had already died at the beginning, but now these people still kept the same appearance he remembered before, sneering at him.

He laughed too.

The smile was full of madness.

"What if you're still alive, you didn't kill me when you were young, can you still kill me now?"

"I could have killed you back then, and now it's even easier!"

Zhou Han lifted his sword and plunged a sword into Haofu's heart.

The smile on the rich man's face gradually froze, and his fat face twitched one after another, and his eyes seemed to be banter, as if he was pitying.

Obviously, the sword was inserted into his chest, but it was his stomach that Haofu was covering, and where his hand was covering, blood and internal organs continued to flow out, looking like a pig that had been disemboweled.

Zhou Han looked at this familiar scene and pulled out his sword with a sneer.

When he was only seven years old, he didn't have such a strong power, and when Haofu deliberately embarrassed his grandmother just to snatch him away from his good looks, he made up his mind at a young age.

On that day, he left his grandmother, who regarded him as his own grandson, and was taken into the mansion of the rich.

Then in that dark night, he shot for the first time.

At that time, he didn't even work well in heaven and humanity, and he wasn't even a cultivator, but he still stuck the knife into his chest and abdomen.

At that time, he urged all the cold qi of the Northern Darkness, disguised the scene as the work of a cultivator, and after escaping from the chaotic mansion of the rich and rich, he coughed and vomited by the river.

"How can you be handy now?"

Zhou Leng thought with a smile, and turned his gaze to the old woman who was still smiling.

The sword, accompanied by frost, cut the old woman into two pieces.

The old woman's expression froze at this moment, and her body that was cut by the sword was intact again, but there was a thin layer of cold ice.

Zhou Han glanced at the rich man next to him who was disemboweled, bleeding from his seven orifices, and said, "You and him are the same kind of people." ”

He remembered that the old woman wanted to buy him from his grandmother, and the price offered was not cheap.

The impoverished grandmother flatly refused, but someone broke her leg the next day.

So he struck.

The heavenly humanity that had just been practiced was just used in the hands of the old woman.

On that day, a shattered ice sculpture drifted in the stream, and it was not known where it went.

And he put down his dignity and knelt in front of Dr. Xue's door for a day to avoid a more serious result.

The tip of Zhou Han's bloodstained sword pointed at the sneering cultivator.

Before the sword fell, the man suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, which quickly coagulated, forming a red ice floe.

He just fell, and his features were oozing blood, making the smile even more terrifying.

Zhou Leng looked at him and said word by word: "There is more than innocent death." ”

Back then, he only rescued a seriously injured passerby, but he didn't expect to save a Zhongshan wolf.

In order to explore the mystery of his practice, the man severely injured him, who was only ten years old, and took him away and forcibly interrogated him.

At that time, he swore in his heart that he would never be a bad person in the future.

After a day of wrestling with him, he found an opportunity to blow up the man's throat with an ice bullet, dragging his badly injured body, and struggling to return to the village in the direction of his memory.

He doesn't remember the process very well, but when he returned to the village, his grandmother hugged him and cried for a long time.

Without them, the second half of his childhood would not have been so miserable.

Zhou Han held his sword, looked at the three people in front of him who were in different ways, snorted coldly, and swung a sword again.

The cold ice covered his sword, and there seemed to be wind and snow howling around him, and countless chills emanated from the sword, causing the temperature around him to drop a lot.

It was when facing the five-tailed red fox that his last sword.

Condensation!

When he opened his eyes again, the three figures had disappeared.

In front of him was a lake.

Zhou Han looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, but no raindrops fell.

Zhou Han's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to look at the manor, and the black flame in his eyes really burned the prairie at this moment.

The manor was on fire.

He will never forget this day.

His childhood, the biggest dividing point, was that day.

That day, completely shattered all his dependence.

Zhou Han began to run, and the destination was his childhood home.

As he passed the creek, he stopped.

There was a small child hanging over the stream.

The child looks like a pink carve, but his expression is like a hysterical cry.

Zhou Han seemed to be able to hear his own crying.

A thunderclap woke Zhou Han up.

The stream was still in front of me, but I was no longer in the same place.

He looked up and looked up at the sky.

The black qi gradually covered his whole body, and he looked like a terrible ghost.

He knew that the culprit who had killed his whole family was there.

Suddenly, a winter wind came.

The creek was frozen in an instant.

The huge lake stopped flowing at this moment.

All the trees and flowers were covered with a layer of frost.

Countless ice lotuses bloomed in this area, as if to obscure the sky.

This is the Frozen Thousand Miles.

Above the heavenly dome, eight black shadows stood indifferently, seemingly unaffected.

One of the figures gradually became clear in Zhou Han's eyes, enlarged until it became real.

Zhou Han roared angrily, and everything around him gradually became nothing.

He was no longer on the stream, but his face was still clear.

Right in front of you.