"So you're not..."

Liang Lian looked at Ding Ning fixedly, and then a drop of blood appeared in his eyebrows and fell backwards.

At the moment of falling, the surface of his skin was once again covered with blue-black ice and snow, only this time the ice and snow did not simply stay on the surface of his body, but penetrated into his skin.

By the time he fell to the ground, he had turned into a blue-black ice sculpture.

This great general, who had fought countless battles in his life and crawled out of the pile of dead people many times, finally died.

He didn't want to die.

However, he died before leaving Changling.

No one heard the content of his last unfinished sentence, and no one knew what kind of secret was hidden in his last sentence.

Ding Ning covered his lips and nose with his backhand.

He was already clutching a thick piece of cotton cloth in his hand at this time.

The moment the cotton cloth touched his lips and nose, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

He didn't breathe well.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, but he covered it all with this thick cotton cloth.

Blood froze the cotton, and not even a trace of blood fell to the ground in front of him.

His vision was a little blurry.

Every breath he took felt like a knife scraping his ribcage, and it seemed to be covered with tiny steel needles that went deep into his breastbone.

It's just that he's happy.

He laughed and vomited blood.

"The sword intent of Bai Shanshui... With all the strength of the eldest grandson Qianxue, and so many years of waiting, I am finally able to kill you now, can you not die?"

He looked at Liang Lian's corpse with great satisfaction, then began to take a deep breath again and began to run.

He began to run to the edge of the blizzard.

There was a pool where the horses were drunk.

At this time, all the water in the pool had disappeared, and there was only a crack in the earth leading to the Yin River underground.

......

The carriage was galloping towards the outskirts of Changling.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, closed her eyes slightly and leaned on the cushion of the carriage.

In that short moment, she had forced out all the power in her body, so there was no difference between her and ordinary people at this time.

But her realm is still there.

Her perception was still stronger than that of the vast majority of cultivators in Changling.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and raised her head, even though her gaze was completely covered by the roof of the carriage, her beautiful face was still filled with an angry expression in an instant.

A stream of flame appeared in the sky very high.

A pale spark of starfire fell from the endless void.

"It's none of your business. ”

"Zheng Sleeve's sword is because of me, not because of you. ”

At this moment, however, the coachman in the carriage turned his head and whispered this to her.

Then the body of the diminutive coachman flew off the front of the car and swept straight towards the hill on one side.

The carriage continued along the road, and soon another driver swept out of the woodland beside the road and landed at the front of the carriage.

The anger on the face of the eldest grandson Qianxue did not subside, but sensing the whereabouts of that spark, she completely realized why Ding Ning had to let all her true yuan and vitality not be left.

Without all her breath, the queen who was returning to the palace could no longer sense where she was.

"You know her too well!"

However, only in the next moment of awakening, the anger on her face was even worse.

At this time, the anger on her face seemed very simple, simple like a girl who had never been in the world.

The diminutive coachman had reached the top of the hill on one side.

The hill is not high, but there are many miscellaneous trees.

When the diminutive coachman began to show his breath on the hill, all the trees on the hill began to turn red and then burn.

The diminutive coachman looked up at the sky.

The pale starfire in the sky was already visible to the naked eye, falling towards the mountain.

The flames of all the miscellaneous trees bloomed with the breath of the coachman, unyielding and incomparably determined.

The whole hill became a furnace.

A blazing furnace that is hard to describe in words.

All the flames were detached from the burning trees.

The trees burned, their branches turning into black charcoal, and then rapidly turning red, and white ash, but all the flames were pulled out and gathered at the top of the mountain, and with the fanatical battle intent emanating from the coachman, they condensed into a sword of fire, facing the pale flames in the sky without any temperature.

With a bang, there was another thunderclap in the sky.

Before, whether it was the burning of the flames on this small hill or the fall of the small pale spark in the sky, it was too far away and small for Changling, but when this thunder sounded in the air, all the people of Changling saw two huge flames burst out in the high air of this suburb.

A pale one, spreading upwards, like a holy white lotus.

A fiery red, tumbling, like a furnace of red-hot molten iron.

Just looking at this fiery red flame from a distance, the faces of many Changling cultivators suddenly became extremely ugly.

They knew that there was only one place where a cultivator could use such a sword intent.

On the top of the hill, the green silk on the head of the diminutive coachman fluttered messily, and it seemed that her hair was all red by the fire in the sky above.

The ground outside her was full of ashes, but there was indescribable pride in her eyes, and she gave people the feeling of being a phoenix reborn in Nirvana.

In Changling City, the queen mother of Fengyuan did not raise her head even in the thunder, but the cold look in her eyes was a few points heavier, as if a thin layer of autumn frost had been born.

Many years later, she began to feel real anger again.

The palace maid surnamed Rong died.

Xu Yanqin died.

In perception, Liang Lian in the blizzard should also be dead.

These people who had always worked for her or who had served her wholeheartedly all died in one day, and Zhao Si, who was once a defeated soldier under her, actually caught one of her swords... But her anger didn't stop there.

The eldest lady of the Gongsun family, the white landscape of Yunshui Palace, and Zhao Jianlu... Her anger was that the men seemed to be pinched together by a pair of hands.

It made her feel invisibly familiar, that the person was still there.

It is she who has firmly controlled Changling like the mandate of heaven all these years.

After the decision was made, that person was already an unforgettable memory for her.

All the sweetness that was once made turned into shame on the night that the decision had been made.

Now the palace maids are dead.

That man also died.

That night should be known to no one again.

But does the middle-aged tea master know?

Who came out with that string of bone words?

There was no change in her body.

But Feng Yuan began to tremble.

At a very high altitude, many sparks fluttered disorderly.

......

With a thunderclap in the sky, Jing Liuli, who was sitting outside the medical hall and meditating, raised his head.

She saw the two flames in the distant sky, and her breathing stopped again.

She knew there was something else going on in the distance.

At this moment, like an epiphany, she figured out what was wrong.

She saw the change in the frost worm.

That Frost Worm must be able to give Ding Ning a great boost.

However, during the entire battle with the palace maid surnamed Rong, she didn't see Ding Ning use the Xuanfrost Worm.

With her understanding of Ding Ning, it was absolutely impossible for Ding Ning to make a mistake and miss anything at hand that could be used.

Without any hesitation, before Ye Jiannan could react to the emotional changes on her face, her figure had already disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

She entered the infirmary and walked through the courtyard as fast as she could, until she reached the room where the smell of medicine was strongest.

Then, by the time the people inside let out an angry shout, her hand had already fallen on the door of this room, which naturally parted.

When she saw the situation inside, she was stunned.

There were blood stains everywhere on the bed in the room, and Ding Ning couldn't wake up.

A physician looked at her angrily, his eyes bursting with fire.

Jing Liuli was silent for a breath, and then exited the door with an apologetic slight bow, and closed the door casually.

(Today I said that I wanted two more, but after this chapter, it's a little too late in time, so three more tomorrow.) ）