The sky was full of snow, but what Xia Yunze thought about in his heart was the spring river flying that year, and he would never see it again.

The corners of his lips hooked up with a sneer, "Your spirit protection bead has been taken out, I don't know if Ye Zhenzhen is still there?"

Xiao Zhi secretly said in her heart that it was not good, and before she could stop Xia Yunze, she saw Ye Zhenzhen, who was originally standing next to the ice coffin, suddenly screamed in pain.

"Ye Zhenzhen went to the bamboo basket. Xiaozhi shouted hurriedly, a layer of sweat had appeared on her back, if something happened to Aunt Zhen, how could she explain it to Uncle Jingzhao.

Xiao Zhi's face turned pale, Ye Zhenzhen did not disappear with a golden light, she was still standing next to the ice coffin with a slight cold air, still standing in the snow.

Could it be because the Orb spell was awakened?

Ye Zhenzhen's face was as white as a dead person, cold sweat trickled down, the heart-rending pain, the soul-tearing pain, her consciousness was chaotic, except for the pain, she couldn't feel anything, she didn't know anything.

She couldn't hear any sound, her eyes were pitch black, she seemed to be trekking alone in a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, she must have done great evil in her previous life, and she would only receive this punishment in hell after death.

What did she do? Who is she?

Ye Zhenzhen didn't know anything.

She just wanted to be relieved as soon as possible, to make the pain go away as soon as possible.

In the darkness, she seemed to see a blood-red bead, wrapped in a mass of flesh and blood, and an indifferent voice said: The time has come, you can go.

But when she saw the bead, as if it had been pulled out of the flesh by an invisible hand, the pain of extinction hit, and the moment her consciousness was scattered, Ye Zhenzhen vaguely remembered that she seemed to have a husband and a group of children.

Although the twig had already choked Xia Yunze's throat in the fastest time, making him unable to make any sound, Ye Zhenzhen's pain did not stop until a blood-red bead drilled out from the top of her head.

"Aunt Zhen!" the twig flashed in and caught Ye Zhenzhen, who was about to fall to the ground.

At the same time, a golden halo enveloped Ye Zhenzhen's body, and the spirit protection bead was also sealed in it.

Xia Yunze sneered: "Her soul is broken, what is the use of you sealing these fragments?"

Twig gently placed Ye Zhenzhen on the surface of the lake, reaching out to smooth her frowning brow.

Xia Yunze said that once the Spirit Protector Bead was awakened by the spell, she would not have her own consciousness until the moment it was dug out of her divine consciousness.

But when the spirit protection bead is dug out, she will be scattered.

Ye Zhenzhen will either live like a walking corpse, or turn into ashes, and she can't even be a ghost.

Xiao Zhi originally pinned his hopes on the master who helped him take out the spirit protection beads, but Xia Yunze would rather die and not say anything, but she solved the matter at hand, and then went to look for it slowly, but he had to pull Ye Zhenzhen to accompany him to the funeral when he died, which was simply hateful.

As the twig slowly got up, a thin layer of frost rose on the blue surface of the lake, from under her feet to all sides.

The ripples caused by the snowflakes falling on the lake stopped spreading, and the snowflakes flying in the sky stopped in mid-air, and the space seemed to stop.

Xia Yunze struggled to get up from the cold surface of the lake and rushed towards the center of the lake, his eyes couldn't see, but he knew where the ice coffin was, and he knew where the hibiscus fairy was.

The snowflakes were knocked down on the surface of the lake, and there was a crisp sound, and it had already condensed into ice cubes.

Even if he dies, he will die by the side of the hibiscus fairy.

The murderous aura on Xiaozhi's body was too strong, and he knew that he would not survive today.

Although Xia Yunze was an immortal monarch who stole the immortal cultivators, he had his own arrogance, which made him beg for mercy in front of his former apprentices, but he couldn't do it, and he didn't want to do it.

The hibiscus fairy has no hope of resurrection, so what is the point of him living?

The hibiscus fairy felt that death was a relief back then, and now, Xia Yunze also feels the same.

Silver lightning twisted around Xia Yunze's neck, when he was three steps away from the ice coffin.

Unprecedented despair flooded Xia Yunze's heart, he tried his best, but he couldn't move half a step.

"How does it feel?" the twig's voice was like snow and frost.

Xia Yunze ignored Xiao Zhi, he couldn't make a sound, his neck had been strangled red by silver electricity, but he was still struggling to move forward, obviously there was no hope, but he didn't want to give up.

If he can't earn half a hope, then he can beg for death.

From the first time he saw the hibiscus fairy, he never stopped getting close to her in his life, but he never got his wish.

He was tired, and this was the last time, and he would not rest until he died.

When the snowflakes slowly fell again, the frost on the lake had already dispersed, and a head rolled down on the blue lake, and everywhere it went, the blood splashed, and even the ripples that had spread turned a dazzling red.

Xiaozhi and Xia Yunze, there is nothing to say, the relationship between master and apprentice is gone, there is only hatred between them, only you live and die.

Xia Yunze's body was separated, and his soul was crushed by silver electricity, and he completely returned to heaven and earth.

Xiaozhi thought about it, and finally called his caution out of the bamboo basket.

Careful had just woken up from the fright, and before he could stand firmly, he was startled again when he saw Xia Yunze's body on the lake.

"He's dead, what do you want to do with this shell?" Xiaozhi had already walked to the edge of the ice coffin, there was no coffin lid on the ice coffin, because there was a spiritual flow to protect it, the wind and snow did not invade, and the people in the coffin seemed to be just sleeping.

Twig reached out and stroked the hibiscus fairy's cheek, the cold touch making her fingers tremble slightly.

Careful and stunned for a moment, he walked to Xia Yunze's side, raised his foot and kicked his thigh, and said hatefully: "I want to bury him in Bailan Mountain, and trample him under my feet every day." ”

As he said this, his eyes were red, and clear tears came out of his eyes.

Xiaozhi glanced up at him, the small back, submerged by the snowflakes, she said, "Okay, it's up to you." ”

The eyebrows and eyes of the people in the ice coffin were stretched, quiet and calm, and the past was like the wind and snow outside the ice coffin, which did not disturb her.

"Mother, I have avenged my father's revenge, and you can rest in peace. Xiaozhi muttered, and after a few dreams, she finally really saw her mother,

Xiaozhi remembered that in the nightmare, his mother cried bitterly: Xiuxian asked, what is an immortal? What is the Tao? If you kill my child, between the immortals and demons, can you really take a break and be safe? It is extremely ridiculous and hateful.

Xiao Zhi's heart was full of sorrow, lying on the ice coffin, holding the slender and cold white hand of the hibiscus fairy, and sobbing lowly.

After a long time, she finally got up and kowtowed three times to the ice coffin, she took one last look at the hibiscus fairy in the ice coffin, turned around and picked up Ye Zhenzhen, and used silver electricity to tie up the bodies of Xin Xin and Xia Yunze, and led them down the cliff together.

Carefully holding Xia Yunze's head, he brushed his windswept hair, sniffed, and thought to himself: When I meet my mother, I don't know if she will be sad?

Xiaozhi didn't go back to the small courtyard where she had lived for 3,000 years, she took her heart out of Longshan, threw it on the riverbank, and hugged Ye Zhenzhen all the way to Dushuo Mountain.