"Is the sadness over? Come with me when the sadness is over, maybe there are still people waiting to watch the big show!" Nanchen, who was in despair, received the transmission of his previous life with his heartstrings trembling slightly.

He felt that the tone of his previous life was not so bad, could it be that there was any other way to save it in his previous life? Nanchen thought about it, and there was still a trace of expectation in his heart.

Seeing that he was still holding the girl in Tsing Yi in his hand, he quickly put the girl on the ground, then let go of the big hand, rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and nodded to the girl to express his gratitude.

The girl smiled shallowly, which reminded Nanchen of the Fan Bai girl, not to mention that the two of them really looked alike, but Fan Bai had less aura than this girl.

"In the previous life, what kind of big drama did you just say, who wants to watch the big play?" Nanchen followed behind in his previous life, passing the string sound as he walked.

Nanchen's strings had just fallen, and the footsteps of his previous life gradually slowed down, and finally stopped, he turned to stare at Nanchen's face, and from his slightly narrowed eyes, a fine light quickly crossed.

"Of course, it's a big drama of you and me, as for who is, it's naturally the one who wants to kill you. Nanchen sensed the string sound of his previous life, which meant that he seemed to have guessed something, did he want to be with his previous life?

Nanchen, who didn't dare to think about it, was full of confusion, how could this be? He came to seek refuge in his previous life, not what he meant in his previous life.

The voice of Nanchen's heartstrings made him a little worried, he looked around expectantly, and inevitably muttered uneasily, "Senior, are you helping me?"

Nanchen, who was moving forward slowly, hesitated and paused slightly, his mood at the moment was very depressed, and he was worried and tugging at his heartstrings, "What did you want in your previous life?"

"What do you say?" a cold tremor came from the heartstrings, echoing in Nanchen's heart.

Nanchen couldn't understand in his heart, although he was a little depressed in this life, after all, it was also the present life of the previous life, could it be that he was not emotional about this at all in his previous life, and he came to kill his own life?

"In my previous life, I really didn't understand, you and I were originally the same root, the same vein, and one god, why did you have to take this step?" Nanchen tugged at his heartstrings worriedly, and then looked at the expression of his previous life.

"It's very simple, you and I are two heavens, ice and fire!"

Nanchen felt the brief echo of his previous life, and felt depressed in his heart, he had lived for more than twenty years, and he had suffered so much, and he was finally going to be killed by himself.

At this time, Nanchen's heart was extremely cold, could this be the trick of fate? Or was it the fun that hatched as he said in his previous life? He thought of his relatives at this moment, they must be waiting for his return...

"Okay, in that case, whatever you want..." Nanchen's cold chord sound came out.

"I really didn't expect it! you actually have the Samadhi Quenching Incarnation Bone, even so, what do you think are the chances of winning?" Nanchen's heartstrings trembled again, and he was tensed in an instant, and he didn't respond, but chose to be silent.

Nanchen carefully recalled what he had said in his previous life, he must not be the incubation pleasure of others, he had to live for himself, so as not to become a burden to his relatives, Nanchen felt that he had come to the spirit.

Facing the chill that seeped out from his face, Nanchen looked up, and a white iceberg appeared in front of him, this scene made him feel familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

At a glance, you can't see the iceberg at the peak, the huge mountain is like ice bones and cold, making people feel the majesty of the proud bones, Nanchen thought of the words of the old-timers at this time, the backbone is endless, and the arrogance is not melting...

Nanchen followed the two towards the Ice Valley, passing through some scattered and strangely shaped ice cubes, and stopped at an ice cave.

The peaks around this ice cave seem to be patchwork, although the appearance seems to be frozen as one, but the patchwork traces in the ice peak still exist, Nanchen raised his head and looked at the corner of the iceberg, and understood in his heart that this was actually caused by the collapse of the iceberg.

The collapse of the iceberg? Nanchen lowered his head and imagined the pictures, his heartstrings touched the inspiration, yes, it was the scene of him falling into the patio spring.

Under the frequent tremors of the heartstrings, inspiration began to spread throughout his body, and his huge pupils were covered with a layer of green mist, and what was buried under the ice peak in front of him was the previous life, which was clearly the buried himself.

"Boom!" Nanchen heard the sound of a sword groaning from the sheath, piercing the dead silence of the ice valley, and echoing in the ice valley was particularly harsh.

The moment of life and death finally came, Nanchen's huge body began to gather strength, his swarthy body glowed with a blue flame-like glow, and his eyes overflowed with a thick mist of grief.

In a moment, the edge of the sword blade tore through the breath of the earth, and with the sound of "hissing" sword groan, it hit Nanchen's huge body, and the fierceness and killing aura of this sword made Nanchen feel extreme fear from the bottom of his heart.

Nanchen didn't care about that, relying on his huge body and strength, he started a fateful fight with him, although his skin was rough and thick, but the sharp blade like a dragon still cut his flesh.

The skin and flesh of the open wound of the Dao Dao turned outward, Nanchen endured the sharp pain of the skin and flesh, waved his arm and smashed it into a piece of ice, and when he grabbed it in his hand and was about to fight back, there was a sound outside the strings from his heartstrings...

"Don't fight with him in the formation, get out and enter the ice cave..."

Nanchen, who was confused, felt this, and did not hesitate to obey, swinging the ice cube towards the mouth of the ice cave, and the sound of "bang" ice swords colliding with each other rose and fell in the silent ice valley.

At this time, Nanchen, who was fighting with Bingling, felt that his arms were numb from the shock, the swordsmanship of this previous life was so powerful, Nanchen who was like a giant in front of him, was ravaged by him as if he directly ignored it.

Just when Nanchen was shocked, there was a sharp pain in his body with a "bang", and then he was knocked to the ground by a powerful air current, and the ice in his hand was also shattered, just when he was about to get up again,

"Huh" A dragon-like sword head exuded a murderous aura, like a silver snake spitting out its core, trembling at his neck, Nanchen's heart suddenly cooled, is this the end of this life?

As soon as his eyes were closed, waiting for Nanchen, who had cut his neck coldly, he didn't see his previous life make a move, he secretly squinted and glanced at his previous life, but found that his previous life was looking at his face, which made Nanchen feel a little surprised.

His eyes were sad and cold, his heart seemed to be struggling violently, and his arms were scattered with bursts of faint gold, and Nanchen sensed that it was his own small shrine.

The small shrine exudes a faint gold color from time to time, as if it is gently appeasing the previous life of holding the sword, the small shrine contains too much sustenance and watchfulness of the mother, and the soft sword in the previous life has not made a move, Nanchen feels that he is disturbed by the small shrine.

"Bang!" came the sound of the sword falling on the ice, Nanchen's heartstrings trembled and the string sound came, "Kill me! I am your inner demon, otherwise you will never have a chance again..."

He knelt on the ice with one leg, his left arm supported his body, his head bowed as if he was in great pain, and the girl in Tsing Yi supported his arm, squatting beside him silently guarding him.

The soft sword oozing cold light on the ice exuded a rich murderous aura, Nanchen slowly stepped forward to pick up the soft sword, and walked towards his previous life on the kneeling.

At this moment, the woman in Tsing Yi looked up at Nanchen who was holding the sword, but her beautiful face showed pleading.

Nanchen looked at this familiar face, and he didn't raise the sword in his hand for a long time, and just when he hesitated, his heartstrings sensed the sound outside the strings again.

"Don't kill him, even Jin can't be naked. The transmission of this off-string sound made Nanchen a little surprised, and he slowly walked towards the ice cave, there were no other furnishings inside.

When Nanchen lowered his head and was about to walk out of the ice cave, he suddenly found that on the ice floor of the ice cave, two figures lying on their sides were faintly reflected, looking down through a few cracks, making him take a sharp breath of cold air.

Aren't the two people lying under the ice outside? Nanchen looked up at the two outside, but saw the two standing in front of him, his heart and liver trembled, why did they appear in front of him silently?

"I am not your past life, but your inner demon, you are not my opponent, it is the thousands of wishes and watches that saved you, I hope you will do it yourself. "The cold string notes are coming.

The figures of the two gradually flickered in front of Nanchen, and then disappeared, leaving only a small shrine on the ice, and at this moment, there was a string sound under the ice.

"Samadhi quenching body, lying on the ice to unseal and dissolve the body" Nanchen felt that his strings were trembling.

When he heard the meaning of his strings, he was also shocked, "Is that the stone room a smelting furnace?"

Nanchen didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly leaned down and lay on the ice, letting his body melt and freeze, trying to save himself.

The frozen cracks began to slowly melt, and Nanchen's body gradually sank as the ice melted, and then a pair of eyes covered with crystal light appeared, overflowing with a layer of cold air to wrap around his body.

Nanchen stared at his slowly glowing, but somewhat bloodshot eyes, you can imagine how angry he was at that time, but his expression was full of sadness and helplessness.

He was snuggled up to a girl in Tsing Yi, with a pair of big eyes looking up at his pathos, full of love and respect.

This kind of scene made Nanchen feel very warm, but after thinking of this background, it made him particularly depressed.

Nanchen's entire body gradually sank, falling into the boiling water wrapped in Xuan Ice...

Soaking in the hot spring-like ice water, Nanchen's heartstrings began to tremble slightly, accompanied by a dizzying trance, and his sleepy consciousness gradually blurred, and only his consciousness conveyed the feeling of reality.

I don't know how long it took, Nanchen was soaked in the boiling ice water, his consciousness slowly recovered, and he stretched his body lazily, like a dormant awakening from winter to spring.

He gradually opened his eyes, beyond the clouds and mist, there was a cold and frozen desolation, thinking about how many hundred years he had been frozen here, his face showed an indescribably complicated expression.

A green robe floated up, snuggled up to his side, Nanchen gently picked up the green clothes, carefully held it in his arms, and then picked up the small shrine and walked out of the ice cave, the boiling water slowly stopped, and gradually returned to calm.

Standing in the ice and snow, Nanchen closed his eyes slightly, hundreds of years of ice in exchange for samadhi quenching bones, this transaction is not a loss, but the family affection and prosperity of that life have passed.

The dantian gossip diagram began to rotate, and the silent essence gradually rose, caressing the heartstrings trembling, and a golden yellow tensed on the ancient score heart qin.

Nanchen lifted his breath slightly, a chaotic hand swirled and wiped, and the sound of the six strings played the rhyme of the ages, singing the vicissitudes of time...

Above the deep canopy, there was a sound of angry shouting...

"What? Didn't see the cyan skull? Hurry up and check with me, who is behind the scenes..."