The figure on the opposite side suddenly took two steps forward, the darkness seemed to be left behind in an instant, the evening breeze blew, lifting the hair that covered his cheeks, and under the moonlight, his indifferent face was revealed, he belonged to only one person, He Yinuo!

It's just that at this moment, there is a deep exhaustion and haggard faintly on his body, but his soul is dominated by cold hatred, his blood-colored eyes look at Chen Jing, and he said coldly, "Take me to see the lich, this is the only way for you to redeem yourself!"

This abrupt word reached Chen Jing's ears, she was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she returned to normal, and then, her face quickly changed, until she turned into a witch spirit.

He looked at He Yinuo, there seemed to be a trace of complexity on his face, and there was a deep struggle in his eyes, and after a moment of confrontation, the golden light of the golden Gu in front of him gradually faded.

Then, with a resoluteness, he said loudly, "General, Yehua has done his best, I hope you will do it well!"

The golden light of the Golden Gu dissipated, and then it was retracted by the witch spirit, the originally tense look on his face suddenly relaxed, and then he looked into the distance, his gaze seemed to penetrate the void, and he fell to his knees with a "poof", and his words revealed deep self-blame and guilt.

"Although he is a holy family, he has aided in the abuse, and he has been a sinner for thousands of years, and he will not be forgiven for thousands of years, so he hereby kneels down to express his guilt!" After speaking, his body knelt on the ground, and bowed deeply into the distance, unable to bear it for a long time!

The evening breeze gradually subsided, He Yinuo's messy hair fell down again, covering his eyes, the moonlight sprinkled on his face, but could not illuminate his hidden thoughts, his body gradually receded, and the darkness pounced again, engulfing his figure again.

The aura on the witch spirit's body quickly dissipated, until it became a cold shell, and under the sky, between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a sigh.

At the same time, in the frozen land of the extreme north, the lich and the evil son of the hall master of the Zhuxian Hall reappeared on the icicle of the ridge, and they stood with their hands in their hands, although they knew that the situation was critical, but their faces did not show any waves, let alone the slightest panic.

"Demon brother, now the situation is worrying and precarious, your identity has been exposed, and your relationship with this sect is also known, I must be implicated by the demon brother in the future!" said the evil boy with a bit of joking in his words.

The lich was unmoved, and after a while, he only said lightly, "Childe doesn't have to be embarrassed, for thousands of years, thanks to Childe's love, you have been sheltered and cared for by your faction, and I am already grateful in my heart, how can I affect Childe now." Therefore, the son does not need to have any worries in his heart, he can do what he wants, and he has no complaints. ”

The evil boy was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed, and suddenly the evil color on his face faded a lot, and then, he patted the lich on the shoulder, and said heartily, "With the intention of the demon brother, I have not yet completed the great cause, how can we allow others to act recklessly! Although the demon brother can rest assured, this son has his own clever plan, but he wants to wronged the demon brother first, and I hope that the demon brother will not be surprised." ”

The lich looked at him, time seemed to stand still for a moment, and an extremely delicate atmosphere lingered between them, and after a while, the lich said cheerfully, "Childe is polite, if you can help you escape this fate, why do you say this." What do you need, just ask. ”

The evil boy let out a hearty laugh again, looking in all directions, frozen for thousands of miles.

Half a moon has passed, and the Alliance team has infiltrated the frozen land of the far north of the Xianchen Continent, and the whereabouts of the lich have now been exposed to the eyes and ears of the Alliance.

Under the coercion of this force to be reckoned with, Zhuxian Tang chose to disassociate itself from the lich and handed it over to the allies, and the lich really appeared in the public eye for the first time!

He was dressed in a golden battle robe, with a feather crown on his head, and his majesty was awe-inspiring, and his body revealed a powerful combat power at the peak of the second step of the illusion realm, and his momentum was really impressive!

He looked at the huge alliance army, but there was no trace of fear on his old face, and this line seemed to have already regarded death as home.

Fang Zhengkun, the leader of the Allied Army, was also the first time he had seen the Lich himself, his face was grim, and his eyes revealed a deep murderous intent, not only him, everyone present had a deep hatred for him, so at this moment, he was already angry, and his anger was about to erupt.

And the highest cultivation among them is Fang Zhengkun, but he is not inferior to the lich in the slightest, so even if there are many people at this moment and the advantage is in hand, he is not in a hurry.

Fang Zhengkun calmed everyone's emotions a little, and asked sharply, "Lich, we have no grudges with you, but why do you want to kill me and others in the same sect, what do you mean by doing this!!" As soon as these words came out, the resentment and anger of the people present were ignited again, and they echoed it one after another.

However, the lich did not say a word from beginning to end, and at the same time did not have the intention of retreating and fleeing, on the contrary, the whole body Dao method was running rapidly, and the power of cultivation burst out in an instant, in the eyes of outsiders, he had the intention of fighting quickly.

And as a figure from an unknown place in the Allied army burst out, accompanied by a roar, the battle broke out in an instant, and this time the operation to exterminate the lich also came*.

In this battle, although there was a huge disparity in numbers, the gap in cultivation level did not make all this instantly lose suspense, those low-level monks were quickly unable to support under the bombardment of the Dao method at the peak of the Lich Illusion Tribulation, and they died tragically, while the Lich was passive everywhere under the repeated bombardment of those high-level powerful cultivators, although they could not inflict fatal damage on him for a while, but they were consuming him little by little.

Outside the battlefield, there are two spaces that are distorted, and there are faint fluctuations coming out of them, and two figures are hidden in them, which is a thaumaturgy belonging to the Holy Witch Spirit Clan, the art of the Spirit Shadow Escape.

One of the hidden places is He Yinuo, who is dressed in brown and has a bright red right arm, and has fallen into the devil's path.

On the other hand, there is a vague figure, like a ghost-like ethereal existence, but its body is revealing a transcendent illusion of anti-heaven cultivation, he is now through the distorted space, observing the battlefield in front of him, as if thinking about something, his eyes are firmly fixed on the figure of the lich, but after a moment he shook his head, and the figure disappeared into the distorted space.

At the same time, He Yinuo's figure gradually disappeared.

The battle lasted for several days, and the Allied forces suffered heavy casualties, and more than half of the low-ranking monks were killed or wounded. And at the cost of this, in the continuous attrition, the lich's spiritual power and energy are gradually weakened, and finally it is killed!

His head was cut off by Fang Zhengkun, hung on the banner of the Confederates, and planted next to the grave of his dead comrade, where it was exposed to the wind and rain until it turned to ashes.

At the end of this war, the gray haze that shrouded the Xianchen Continent also dissipated, and no one died for no reason, so there was no need to be afraid. Life returned to normal and lasted for half a year, when the boiling Lich killings subsided, and the alliance disbanded itself.

However, all this is never the end, but only the prelude to a new chapter, and there is never an end to it, just as time flies, but there is never an end in sight.

Half a year passed in a flash, one night in the frozen land, on a barren ice field, inaccessible, not a single grass grows, at this moment it is even more cold wind, the wind is howling, and there are bursts of ice fog under the starry sky that are swept up to the sky and swept across the wasteland.

A gray squirrel scurried about the ice field, as if such a harsh environment was nothing to mention to them, his gray fur was covered with a burst of ice crystals, and there was a bit of strange life under the starry sky, he shook his whole body, and suddenly all the ice crystals were spilled. It cries happily on the fruit it has dug out of the snow. Only a moment later, it put down the fruit in its hand, raised its head high, as if sensing something, looked around, and then quickly carried the fruit in its hand into the snow and disappeared.

And at this moment, a space under the starry sky suddenly distorted, and after a while, a figure gradually transformed, its head was a skeleton, without any flesh and blood, and the empty eyes were burning red like ghost fire.

He is not a lich, but the lich at this moment is not crowned with a crown, and the golden robe on his body is nowhere to be found, and his sharpness has suddenly decreased.

He stood in mid-air with a scepter in hand, overlooking the endless ice fields, and after half a year of silence, the lich reappeared. And the evil son's plan was to let him escape that catastrophe.

The lich tossed the scepter in front of him, folded his hands in front of his chest, and silently chanted a spell in his mouth, and a moment later, the Stone of Destruction on the scepter glowed red again. It's just that the Stone of Destruction at this moment has long lost the terrifying power that it was restrained at the beginning, perhaps because the Great Array of Destruction back then consumed too much of its spiritual power, so that it collapsed in the later stage, and even after thousands of years, it still recovered slowly.

However, at this moment, the lich suddenly stopped chanting, and the ghost fire in his eyes instantly skyrocketed, and he lowered his palms, recalled the scepter, and watched his surroundings vigilantly.

The wind is howling, the cold wind is cold, and the snow and mist on the ground are rolled up, flying wantonly in the air, the moon and stars are scarce, and the sky and the earth seem to be a little colder.

And the scattered snowflakes seem to be separated by space at this moment, and the space is actually like substance, and the snowflakes are stuck on it, like a vultures staying in the air.

And just a moment later, a figure gradually disfigured out from it, his tattered clothes, and messy hair were covered with snowflakes, and at this moment it seemed to be surrounded by the whole winter, but it was his heart that was colder than them.

The cold wind blew his sleeves and lifted his hair, revealing He Yinuo's face covered by murder.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to be frozen, and the murderous aura came again.

The lich looked at He Yinuo, who had already fallen into the demon path in the distance, and there was a moment of trembling on his body, and his five fingers couldn't help but clench, perhaps because of shock or nervousness.

"I didn't expect you to die, it's really a blessing and a great fate, and I blame me for underestimating you at the beginning. The lich made a hoarse voice, as usual, and it was difficult to detect the fluctuations in its mood.

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