Endless ice field, the core area of the Arctic Fissure.

Inside the starlight shroud, Xu Di sat on the glacier, outside was the cold wind from the Arctic Night Demon Sky, and in front of him was an illusory old man in purple.

"I didn't expect to meet the Soul Saint here, the younger generation is reasonable. Xu Di clasped his fists with both hands.

"Hmph, don't think that Ben Sheng doesn't know what your kid wants to do, doesn't he just want to take this soul painting hand to fill the treasure house of your White Dragon City?" the old man said angrily.

Seeing the old man like this, Xu Di laughed: "Hahaha, the Soul Saint is here, how dare the juniors!"

"Why don't you dare? This saint is just an afterimage, and you can still deal with it in the late stage of the Triple Heaven of Human Immortals. The old man said slowly.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Xu Di's originally kind eyes suddenly sharpened: "In that case, why doesn't the Soul Saint let the junior take away the Soul Painting Hand?

In the face of Xu Di's aggressiveness, the old man spoke: "You are right! The Washing Heart Sect has indeed declined, but after all, it is a sect established by this saint, and it is a little impossible to let go of it after all.

The Soul Painting Hand is the thing that this saint left to the Zhenzong of the Washing Heart Sect, and it is also the foundation of the Washing Heart Sect in the future. ”

As soon as the words came into his ears, Xu Di said in surprise: "Lord Soul Saint still wants to make the Heart Cleansing Sect rise again, but I'm afraid that the sects in Beilu Prefecture will not agree!"

"You don't have to worry about this matter, this saint has his own considerations. The Holy Saint is willing to exchange a wisp of Holy Light for the Soul Painting Hand, are you willing?" the old man stretched out his hand, and a wisp of purple silk with a terrifying will emerged from his palm, swaying at will.

Shenghui, the sage's understanding of the law of heaven and earth, can deepen the further understanding of the power of the origin of the immortals, and help the immortals get closer to the holy path.

Facing this wisp of purple holy light, Xu Di did not speak, but was silent. Is it important? It is important, especially for people like themselves, who have stepped into the Holy Path with half a foot.

But is the Soul Painter important? It will greatly increase the strength of the White Dragon City, so that the White Dragon City will continue to sit firmly on the throne of the first sect in the Northern Continent Prefecture.

The old man seemed to see through Xu Di's heart, and said with a smile: "It's hard to choose, right? Which is more important, the sect or yourself? No matter how you choose, this saint will respect it." ”

Back to Zhao An.

When Zhao An was buried in the ice, Dieyuan was taken away by the fleeing Diehuan. By the time Zhao An climbed out again, it was already midnight.

"It's so unlucky, why was it buried again. Zhao An scolded lightly. After speaking, Zhao An looked up at the sky, wanting to discern his position by observing the stars.

"What's that?" A purple meteor pierced the night sky, and in an instant, it fell in front of Zhao An through a crack in the glacier, smashing open the ice.

"What the hell could it be?" Zhao An looked into the distance and found that under the ice pit was a purple tattooed human hand.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Zhao An hurriedly retreated back, but it was still too late. The human hand seemed to exude a strange magical power, causing Zhao An's body to step forward completely uncontrollably, wanting to pick it up.

"Brother Hand, let me go! I don't dare to peep at you anymore. Zhao An apologized as he walked over to the ice pit and picked it up with his left hand.

The moment his right hand touched, a stream of heat poured into his mind from his purple arm along Zhao An's body. The explosive information entered Zhao An's brain like a torrent, and he had a headache for a while.

"Uh~!" Zhao An held his head in his hands and rolled on the ice. That's right, it's both hands, and I don't know when, the purple arm has already been connected to Zhao An's broken arm.

After about half an hour, the pain gradually subsided, and Zhao An could finally relax. Zhao An was lying on the ice, panting heavily, he was almost dying just now. It felt like my head had been repeatedly pinched by an iron door, like hell!

Zhao An raised his right arm, which was the purple arm: "I didn't expect it to really become a remnant of the Heart Washing Sect!

However, although I became a remnant of the Heart Washing Sect, what I got was a powerful arm and the Heart Washing Sect's peerless "Heart and Soul Immeasurable Sutra".

It's definitely a wave of adventure. Could it be that the protagonist's aura has awakened?"

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Endless ice field, the core area of the Arctic Fissure.

Three hundred meters below the ice, there is a huge grotto, five meters high and about four hundred meters in radius, and on the ground of the grotto is a huge and complex magic circle. The circle emitted a bright white light, illuminating the dark grotto.

In the grotto, Luo Feng, who was dressed in white, sat in the east position on the edge of the circle, dragging a bead of blood in his hand. As Luo Feng's array had words, the blood in the blood beads poured into the formation pattern of the magic circle, making the formation gradually turn red.

And on the other side of the grotto.

"Unfilial daughter, you almost ruined your father's big thing. Do you know?"

The corners of Dieyuan's mouth overflowed with blood. But he didn't say a word, just kept his head down.

"You speak!" As she spoke, Diehuan slapped Dieyuan in the face again.

Just as the slap was about to slap Dieyuan, Dieyuan raised her head, her eyes were full of tears, and she choked up and shouted, "He doesn't... It's my dad! Never... I've come to see my mother, I... Hate him, it's he who makes his mother... I'm depressed all day! There is no such dad."

Die Yuan's words made Die Huan's slap freeze in mid-air, and her entire palm trembled. Die Huan withdrew his slap, slowly walked in front of Die Yuan, hugged her gently, and said: "Yuan Yuan, I know you hate your father, but he can't help himself! Once he shows his head, he will inevitably be doomed. ”

"Mother, although you haven't told me about it, I know that he doesn't love you, it's the eldest lady of White Dragon City. He doesn't love you, so why are you sad for him?"

Die Huan said bitterly: "Who can explain the matter of feelings?"

Not far away, Luo Feng, who was finished, looked at the mother and daughter of the Butterfly family who were hugging each other, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Love is really the most difficult thing in the world! Fortunately, Lao Tzu has never been in love!"

After Dieyuan's mood stabilized, Diehuan walked to Luo Feng's side and said, "This time, our arrangement in Beilu Prefecture is a complete failure!"

Luo Feng opened his mouth and said: "Second lady, in fact, this matter is not a complete failure, there is still a glimmer of hope.

I just calculated a hexagram, and the hexagram shows that the Northern Han Sect will have a big event that will be enough to make the immortals fall in about two years, maybe we can take advantage of the opportunity. ”

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Bingyue Peak, Beihan College, Huiyuan Building.

Zhao An pushed open the wooden fence in the front yard and walked through the front yard to the gate of the house.

Touching the door, Zhao An opened his mouth and said, "Xiao Yezi, give me the key!"

Behind Zhao An, Xiao Yezi took out an ordinary key from the storage space and handed it to Zhao An: "Master, give it." ”

Zhao An took the key, inserted it into the lock and twisted it, and with a click, the lock opened. Zhao An pushed open the door, and the room was still the same as before.

Before Zhao An stepped into the house, Xiao Yezi ran into the house first, and said, "Is this the master's house?"

Xiao Yezi's words hit Zhao An hard. Zhao An, who had an ugly face, grabbed Xiao Yezi, threw her out of the house, and locked the door.

"Since it's a kennel, then you can sleep outside!"

"Woo~, master, Xiao Yezi doesn't dare anymore. ”

PS: The second phase of the second volume is over, and the final stage of the Northern Cold affair is here.