All the essence and spirit of Huo Wuji's whole body were condensed on a gun, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

The body of this gun is red, full of ferocity, and there is a hint of purple red on the tip of the gun, which is extremely demonic.

This purple-red flame was reflected in Huo Wuji's eyes, and it turned out to be two slowly burning purple-red flames.

Huo Wuji's whole body trembled, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed: this was a battlefield full of flames, the monstrous shouts of killing around him kept coming, and the war drums in the distance sounded, and each stroke seemed to hit the heart.

At this time, a group of black cavalry rushed in the distance, and under only one impact, they killed hundreds of soldiers around him!

Huo Wuji's blood suddenly became swelling, this was the battlefield, the battlefield he longed for the most!

He clenched his hands tightly, only to find that the crimson spear was in his hand!

Huo Wujian didn't have time to think carefully, he looked up to the sky and roared angrily, the red spear in his hand flew, the purple-red flame at the tip of the spear burned instantly, and a strange gun intent entered his heart, and he flew up with a person with a spear who spun rapidly, forming a crimson circular whirling blade, and rushed towards the team of black cavalry!

For a moment, red plasma burst out in all directions, and countless severed limbs and remnants flew all over the sky.

When Huo Wuji came back to his senses, the purple-red flames in his eyes gradually faded, only to find that the black cavalry had all died under his own guns!

And the next moment, his face turned pale in an instant.

Because he can't see the cultivation of those black cavalrymen at all!

"This ...... These cavalrymen must be above the Yuan Infant Stage! What kind of gun is this gun!" Huo Wuji's heart was shocked, and he was not paying attention, and a sharp arrow flew in the distance, hitting him in the heart!

The surrounding scene was dark, and a mysterious power entangled Huo Wuji, as if it wanted to expel him from this world.

The crimson gun in his hand was also trembling, and it was about to fall at any moment.

"No! This gun belongs to me!" Huo Wujian ignored the severe pain in his chest, sealed the meridians in his chest with his left hand, cut off the sharp arrow with a "click", and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" and sprayed it on the body of the gun.

He held the crimson gun tightly in his right hand, as if he wanted to keep it even if he didn't want his life!

The fuchsia flames in his eyes burned again!

At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly turned from dark to light, and the crimson spear trembled even more violently, and on the head of the spear, an ancient seal script was slowly forming.

This word is "Huo"!

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The north wind is bitter and the snow is flying.

As far as the eye can see, the heavens and the earth are all white, frozen for thousands of miles. In such a cold environment, there is no life in sight, and there are few living creatures.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear" is such a scene.

At the end of this white picture, a black dot appeared, and the black dot slowly enlarged, and if you looked closely, it was actually a horse-drawn carriage slowly galloping, leaving a deep wheel mark on the snow.

The driver was an old man with a thick coat and a hat covered with snow. The wrinkles on his face were carved out of a knife and axe, and he looked tough and severe, and his hands

Like a withered branch, it was extremely strong, and it firmly grasped the reins in his hand, so that the carriage galloped through the snowfield with great stability.

The carriage was loaded with food, which should be used to store grain for the winter. It's just strange that in the middle of this pile of ingredients, there is a snowman sitting on the end.

And this snowman doesn't seem to be artificially piled up, but like this snow has slowly accumulated.

At this time, the wind and snow became more violent, and a gust of wind swept over, and one of the purple phantoms flashed away, as if burrowing into the snowman. The carriage was still moving slowly, and the old man did not notice the scene.

The snowman's head suddenly moved slightly, and most of the snow fell, revealing a young face.

His left eye glowed slightly black, then returned to normal.

He raised his head and looked at the south from afar, slightly relieved. "The Seventh Princess and Huo Wujian have each been enlightened, which is also a blessing. Serve you all the way, rest well!"

In the black prison of the left eye, the purple phantom clasped its fists and saluted, and then slowly turned into a purple sculpture.

This young man is naturally Yingtian.

In the secret room of the Seven Generations Moon God Palace, he sat for a month, and carefully comprehended the "Xiaofeng Wanyue" supernatural power, although it was still not as powerful as the Seven Generations of Moon Gods used, but for his time, it was enough.

But what he was thinking about now was not that, but the lost Gloer.

According to the words of the seven generations of moon gods, if you want to unlock the curse of the flower on the other side of Yu Luo'er, you can only find the legendary finch god fairy.

And the only clue to the finch fairy is the ancient tomb in the far north.

Yingtian knew in his heart that the encirclement and suppression of himself by the four major factions of the Soul Cultivation Sect, the Demon Cultivation Sect, the Yin and Yang Dao Sect and the Light God Sect had not ended, and he could not appear in Middle-earth in a short period of time, so it was better to go all the way north to find the traces of the Sparrow God Fairy.

But galloping all the way is too much to consume spiritual power, and it happened that a carriage passed by, so I meditated on this carriage with peace of mind, and I didn't think about it for a long time to become a snowman.

Yingtian sighed secretly, along the way, there were more or less people walking with him, recalling Qing'er, the three brothers and sisters of the Ji family, and everyone in the Moon God clan, until now, there was only one person left.

At this moment, the wind and snow are getting stronger and stronger, and in the vast world, nothing can be seen clearly.

Yingtian felt an endless sense of loneliness in his heart, and for a while, all the people in his memory gradually faded away, and in the end, the picture in his mind was frozen into one person.

It's the delicate and lovely little girl in Tsing Yi who just smiles, and her eyes will bend into crescent moons.

"Young master, after Qing'er leaves, who will take care of you, no one will cook for you. ”

"Young master, ten years is really long, Qing'er really doesn't want to leave. But Qing'er did something wrong and had to leave. ”

"Young master, in ten years, Qing'er will definitely come to you, you ...... You'll have to wait for me to come back, okay?"

The loneliness in Yingtian's heart slowly faded, and a faint warm current rose.

"Silly girl, in ten years, the young master will definitely go to Tianxian Gate to find you. Then you will be able to see me when you go out, and you will be able to find me wherever you need to. The corners of Yingtian's mouth slowly curled

It took an arc.

As soon as he thought of this, Yingtian couldn't wait for ten years to pass in the blink of an eye.

"Alas, don't fall into obsession, maybe things in this world never go according to people's wishes. It's just that in the past ten years, I urgently need to improve my cultivation, on the one hand, I want to find Yu Luo'er as soon as possible, on the other hand, those four major factions are too deceitful, and I need to make them pay the price!"

"What needs to be paid more attention to is what General Wuhua warned me that the otherworldly Yingtian is looking for me, and it is urgent to practice!"

"Now, my Full Moon Spirit Bead has been stabilized, and my cultivation of the Nameless Ancient Scripture has reached the peak of the Jindan Period, with the technique of swordsmanship, coupled with the 'Bright Moon on the Sea', 'Leaves Falling Stars and Silence' and the seven generations of the Moon God 'Xiaofeng Wanyue' supernatural powers, I am also fearless in the face of the Yuan Infant Stage Monk. But in the face of Zhang Shanfeng, the elder grandson of the soul cultivation lineage, he was still certain to die. ”

"Now there is no time to find the Bird God Fairy, the most important thing is to consolidate the cultivation, break through the Jindan period, and become a Yuanying Monk! I have a hunch, it must be difficult to go to the extreme north, and the Netherworld Palace is the most bizarre sect of the ten major sects in Middle-earth, and this will definitely encounter this force, if you don't have enough cultivation, you can't deal with it at all. “

"But it is very dangerous for the Jindan period to break through the Yuan Infant Period, even if I have canned Yuan Infant as a subsidy, I am still not fully sure. Along the way, we still need to find opportunities!"

Yingtian kept thinking, thinking left and right, everything was useless, and the only way was to improve his own cultivation as soon as possible.

He took a deep breath and continued to sit cross-legged and pranayama.

The carriage continued to move forward slowly, and after about half a burnt of incense, a dense forest appeared in front of it, and the leaves of this tree were needle-shaped, layered on top of each other, and most of them were also covered with snow.

The old man in the car exhaled when he saw this wood, and after crossing this wood, he arrived at the northern border of Dayu to look at the star city, and he didn't need to worry about the wind and snow.

The old man drove into the woods with a familiar car, and after a little more tea, suddenly the horse neighed again and again, and the carriage shook violently.

Yingtian's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Woo...... "Although the old man was shocked, he was able to do a good job in his hands, pulled the frightened horse, stabilized the carriage, and turned over and got out of the carriage.......

Ignoring the snow on his body, he strode forward, and suddenly saw a corpse lying on the side of the road, and the blood on the ground was already frozen. The old man couldn't help but exclaim, "Who dares to kill people around Wangxing City?"

The old man looked nervous, and instead of getting into the carriage, he pulled the carriage forward slowly, but only a few dozen meters later, he found two corpses lying under the roots of the tree.

"This ...... Looking at the clothes of these two people, they are actually the protectors of Star Gazing City!"

The old man's face turned pale, he hesitated slightly, and continued to walk forward, and after turning a corner, the old man looked up, and suddenly his scalp was numb, and he stumbled under his feet, and retreated again and again.

Just because he looked at it, on this snowy road, there was red ice blood condensed into blood, and above the ice blood, there was a dense corpse!

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Ancient Road Mixing" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~