Three days later, in the early morning, the far north was covered with snow, strange rocks were abrupt, the sky was gray, and there was no daylight.

A moment later, dozens of dazzling lights flew through the gray sky. These strange lights finally landed, revealing their true bodies, and they were actually the monks of the Temple of the Dead Death led by Master Kule.

Bitter Joy looked around, only to see the snow without a trace, the rock cliffs were handsome, and not far in front of him, two inexplicable mountains formed a huge canyon.

It's cold here, and the grass and trees don't grow. There are no birds above, no beasts below, and no one has cared for them for thousands of years.

Bitter Joy walked a few steps forward in the snow, and his eyes stopped on a dumping stone several feet high not far away, and the surface of the stone was already covered by a thick layer of snow.

Bitter Joy waved his sleeves suddenly, and an inexplicable force brushed across the surface of the stone, sweeping away the thousand-year-old snow, revealing his true face.

The surface of the stone is chiseled and the groove is sharp, such as a dragon lying down, and only the two big characters of "chaos" are written. As the years go by, that spirit still shocks the monks!

"It seems that this is the Chaos Abyss, and there is no trace of snow ahead, we should be the first to find this place!"

Ku Le turned around and said, "Take refuge, you stay where you are first, so that you can pick up the uncles and uncles of Broken Cloud Pavilion and Strange Sword Valley, and the others will follow me into the chaotic abyss first and investigate." ”

He took refuge and bowed respectfully, and watched the bitterness and happiness and the teachers and uncles of the Empty Dao Institute and the Enlightenment Institute go away.

The abyss is still covered in snow, and the two walls are towering. Only the climate inside this abyss seems to be a little colder than outside, and there is a layer of crystal white attached to the stone, and careful people will also find that the white gas emitted from it.

Although the people who come here are thinly dressed, they are good at qi and vein cultivation, and they can dispel the cold by mobilizing the qi veins in their bodies to travel around their bodies.

The pure white snow makes a "creaking" sound when stepped on, and it is the only sound in the abyss.

An empty path elder who was side by side with bitterness looked around cautiously and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, along the way, I always feel that there is a gaze staring at us in the dark, let's be careful!"

Bitter Joy did not change his face, glanced sideways at the elder, silently answered, and continued to move forward, but his pace did slow down a lot.

Not long after he walked out, the monks of the Temple of the Past Death suddenly stopped their steps and stared in amazement at the incredible white shadow standing in front of them in the incredible abyss.

The bitter old eyes showed extreme uncalmness. Because the figure in front of him is extremely familiar, but in this familiarity, it reveals strangeness.

The figure never turned back, with a delicate figure and black hair.

Bitter Joy asked in a confused tone: "I don't know why the donor deliberately wants to be the appearance of the shadow donor?"

The man did not answer, and did not turn back.

"Why do you want to kill Elder Broken Cloud Pavilion and my junior brother again?"

The body of the man in white shook, and he turned around. Although he had already guessed, how could Ku Le be willing to believe that the appearance of the person in front of him was Ah Ying!

Her eyes were also as clear as water, and the murderous intent that flashed would not be easily noticed.

The crimson blood scattered on the snow, quickly soaking and becoming the only flower blooming in this lonely expanse.

Dozens of lifeless corpses lay on the snow, their faces frosty and frozen in a matter of moments.

The Bitter Master lay on his side on the cold snow, blood gushing from his mouth. I think it's also invincible to this Ah Ying.

He struggled to turn his neck, looked around at the dozens of bones lying in the red snow, and let out a choked wry smile. "Buddha cultivates cause and effect, why is it good cause and evil effect, and why is it ......"

Bitter Joy struggled to prop himself up and sit down, put his palms together, and if his heart was dead, "Please ask the donor to give the old man a happy ......"

Ah Ying's face did not change, standing in front of Kule, and there were a lot of blood stains on the corners of his skirt. Her jade hand slowly rose, and the pure white light gathered little by little in her palm, revealing a breath of death, and began to stare at the bitter joy of sitting cross-gaze!

"Stop!"

There was a sound of stopping from not far away, and the bitter joy was really heard, and the voice was a little familiar, it should be the Donglai Elder of the Broken Cloud Pavilion, he thought like this.

But when he opened his eyes, there was an endless white glow in his sight, devouring himself like a demon.

There was not the slightest fear of bitterness, at least not on his face. The light crept into his brain unscrupulously, eating away at everything until he was completely unconscious.

And not far away, standing with the refuge were Mingyunzi, Donglai, Shenggui, Zangfeng, Qijian Valley, Feng Luanyi, and many other Xuanmen figures.

The entire Xuanmen witnessed the scene of bitterness being mutilated by this cold woman in a white dress!

This is an indisputable fact.

Their eyes were full of anger and violence, because the woman in the white dress standing in front of them was the enemy of the entire Xuanmen, and he had killed the Elder of the Elder Spirit, the Master of Suffering, and now the Master of Bitterness!

Ah Ying finally turned sideways and stared coldly at the group of people without any panic.

"Master......"

With a hysterical cry, the conversion ran wildly, the snow making his steps slip and he fell hard. Tears overflowed his eyes, and before they were frozen, he got up and ran again!

Ah Ying looked down again at the bitterness and joy that was lying on the snow, twitching from time to time, suddenly rose up, turned into a strange light and flew deep into the abyss.

A group of people quickly rushed over, surrounded by the bittersweet and uncertain life and death. Only the mixed son was pale, and he was unwilling, so he chased him out in the direction where Ah Ying left!

Not long ago, he was instructed by his master to stay outside the abyss and wait for other sects, so he was spared. By this time he had long since stopped crying. But no matter how he called, bitterness did not necessarily respond.

Donglai quickly blocked the bitter happiness acupoint, and did not hesitate to lose his internal strength to transport true qi to bitterness.

At this time, there was a lot of whispering in the crowd, and no one could calm down.

"This demon girl is really not a good thing! In vain, bitterness and happiness defend her in every way, but in the end, she wants to take revenge!"

"This witch who is not as good as a beast, first killed Changling in front, and then killed the two high monks of the Temple of the Dead, my Qingxia Sect is inseparable from her!"

"This demon girl is indeed strong, but she is conceited that she wants to fight the enemy, and the entire Xuanmen will not have good fruits to eat. Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will poke hundreds of holes in her!"

The mixer, who followed Ah Ying to the depths of the abyss, stopped and landed. But there is no trace of Ah Ying. As he looked left and right, several tall and strong men in robes and cotton hats flew down from the heights, only surrounding the mixture.

These more than a dozen burly men had fierce faces and strange costumes. The mixer also saw at a glance that these people were extraordinary, not to mention that they were also in the early stage of Ruoling.

The mixed son was already angry at the bitterness and happiness, and now he will not have a good face, looking at his posture, where does he look like an old man who is over 100 years old!

"Let's do it......"

There seemed to be no end to this chaotic abyss, and far away from the battle between the mixers and dozens of mysterious men, there was another group of men and horses walking on the snow.

The leader is a thinly dressed, young and handsome son. Behind him, removing dozens of men in animal skin clothes and hats, there was Yu Wanshan to follow him!

Suddenly, a man sped up.

"Your Excellency...... My lord...... Master Xiangshi, the twelve Venerables have all been killed by that old man!" the man panted, and it was undeniable that his face had no color but fear.

Hearing this man's report, dozens of cotton-clothed men accompanying him couldn't help but be shocked and quietly answered. Yu Wanshan also showed an unbelievable look.

Yu Wanshan said respectfully: "My lord, the strength of the Twelve Venerables of Yansha is not weak, and the Great Venerable has cultivated to the bottleneck of the late stage of Ruoling, even those famous people on the rivers and lakes will not be able to kill all the twelve people in such a short time!"

The white-clothed man known as the Xiangshi kept walking, his expression was calm, and he didn't care about the tragic killing of the Twelve Venerables, and said, "Brother Wanshan, if you know that person's name, you will definitely have no doubts. ”

Yu Wanshan was slightly startled, looking forward to the person's name, "Oh?"

The man's tone revealed a sense of time: "I can't imagine that in a blink of an eye, twenty years have passed. The Broken Cloud Pavilion mixer is out of the customs......"

Yu Wanshan's eyes were deeply sunken for a while, and he was not lightly shocked, and exclaimed: "Mixed son?"

"The mixer has been in retreat for twenty years, and now he has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, which means that he has broken through to the Clear Void Realm, this old man, it's not easy!"

"Brother Wanshan doesn't need to be so alarmed, this old man, naturally someone will deal with it. The man's expected loose expression made Yu Wanshan breathe a sigh of relief.

Yu Wanshan asked, "Could it be that Lord Fei has already planned?"

"This Xuanmen dares to come, and the Demon Sect must be behind, so let them fight first......"