Yunmo was confused, he didn't know where he was, he only knew that he was in a place that made him feel cold. There is a biting cold wind that blows like a knife, a thousand years of snow that can be covered by a foot that can be up to the waist, and there are endless demon heads.

He dragged his unusually tired body and pushed aside the oncoming wind and snow, and the tip of the sword eroded by demonic energy fell into the snow, snorting, melting the white snow into a shocking purple black.

The Demon Drinking Sword has killed too many demons, and it has been contaminated with too much demonic energy, so that this famous sword, which was once in the top ten on the famous sword list, has now become an out-and-out demon.

Even he didn't know if he was a human or not.

Once stabbed the young generation of the ten thousand demons in the southern Xinjiang with a sword, a transparent white-clothed sword immortal, but now he is wandering in the vast wind and snow in the northern region.

Back then, he witnessed the tragic death of his junior brother in the hands of the six princes of the Demon Domain, his eyes were full of blood and tears, and he was swallowed up by the entangled demons of the past in an instant. Once he could only watch powerlessly as the senior brother was willing to sacrifice his life to protect them, but now the little junior brother was also brutally poisoned by the demons, the anger of new hatred and old hatred, and in just a short moment, he burned his reason to nothingness, and never returned to Qingyun Mountain, only relying on his instinctive hunting instincts, he held the Demon Drinking Sword in his hand, and crashed headlong into the source of the world's demonic qi - outside the Northern Regions.

Now under the seemingly eternal wind and snow outside the Northern Regions, countless Kunlun people have gnawed down from the hands of the demons little by little with their blood. Outside the northern region today, it is often possible to dig out many obscure wordless monuments in waist-deep snowdrifts.

In order to be able to accurately grasp the every move of the demon army, the Immortal Dao Alliance has sent a team composed of tens of thousands of elite monks outside the Northern Regions before and after.

These elite squads scattered into the vast wind and snow like beans have only a mixed chance of surviving. In order to pay tribute to the soul that was written, the team that was able to retire after the incident built a wordless monument next to the bones. The number of words and tablets in the world is the saddest, because they are all written by the people of the yang world to the people of the underworld, so they simply do not engrave them.

Every nameless monument buried deep in the snow means that there is an immortal Dao Alliance monk who is buried here, and those immortal Dao Alliance monks who are in the hands of the vanguard of the Demon Clan have no chance to leave a nameless monument behind.

He turned his back upside down, and two puffs of blood spilled from his back, and it fell in the snow, which was shocking.

It turned out that he was carrying a monk of the Immortal Dao Alliance with his arms broken.

When I looked closely, I realized that the blood that had come from the severed arm had just fallen into the snow, and it was covered by the goose feather snow, so that I couldn't see the slightest trace of blood when I walked far away.

Yunmo, who has already fallen into the devil, has never closed his eyes since the death of his little junior brother, and he has been killing demons in this seemingly endless wind and snow for several spring and autumn periods.

But now, he's really running out of oil.

He slowly knelt in the snow, his long messy hair covering his face, and the purple-black demonic qi spit out of his mouth dissolved into a white snow. The monk of the Immortal Dao League with his arms cut off looked at his outfit, and it was not difficult to know that he was born in Kunlun. I saw him roll down from Yunmo's back with difficulty, looking at Yunmo who was panting, his eyes flashed with apologies, and he said bitterly: "I've heard other teams talk about it before, saying that there are famous and powerful demons who betrayed the Demon Domain, and when they saw those monsters and demon cultivators, they killed them, regardless of whether they were injured or not, just kill them completely." ”

"I used to believe it, but I didn't expect to bump into me today, but I didn't expect that the so-called top demon cultivator who betrayed the Demon Domain turned out to be a master of our Immortal Dao Alliance. But looking at your appearance, you must have suffered a lot, right? At least it's a lot more than us. The reason why you are willing to go to the devil must be because you have your own unspeakable secrets, right?"

"In these days, everyone has a scripture that is difficult to read. ”

"It's a pity that the brothers and sisters in my team all died in the hands of the Demon Pioneer Guard, and I am the only one left to survive, otherwise everyone can know you. The world is so big, there must be a way to get rid of your demons. ”

As if knowing that he was destined to not be able to return to Jiayuguan alive, Brother Kunlun opened his mouth wide and inhaled the cold air, he couldn't stop talking before he didn't like to talk, as if he wanted to finish all the things he hadn't finished in his life quickly.

As he spoke, two lines of homesick tears flowed down the Kunlun monk's cheeks.

Yunmo's hanging head suddenly twisted back, and the Kunlun monk quickly sensed something, and the two of them had clearly captured the pursuit of the demon vanguard guards behind them. Yunmo's arm moved slightly, and he picked up the Demon Drinking Sword, but he couldn't move for a while when the oil ran out of light. Previously, he saved this Kunlun monk out of instinct, and with the strength of one person, he shook the most elite vanguard guards under the entire Three Princes, and he was not lightly injured.

"You're too badly injured, so I'll repay you for saving your life. ”

Monk Kunlun lowered his head and bit off the sword buckle at his waist, bit the hilt with his teeth, and slowly pulled out the sword, the tip of the sword stabbed downward into the snowdrift. Hearing a snort, I saw that the Kunlun monk hit the hilt of the sword with the broken arm of the blurred flesh and blood, the flesh was squeezed away by the hilt, and the hot blood was poured into the snow, he gritted his teeth and used hard again, and finally inserted the hilt of the sword into the broken arm, and his face, which had lost all its blood, became more and more pale, making people unbearable to look at.

Yunmo turned his head, and his numb face moved for the first time in many years.

The torrent of demon vanguard guards composed of hundreds of horsemen and golden-backed rhinos appeared in sight, and the sound of flying snow splashed by heavy running was amazing, like a torrent of steel rolling in, it is not difficult to imagine what a tragic end would be if it was hit by such a copper wall.

Kunlun Jianxiu, who didn't know his name, looked back at the direction of his hometown for the last time, and still couldn't see the outline of Jiayuguan in the wind and snow, he remembered that his elderly father at home had told him that "the first life of the eldest husband should be vigorous", he suddenly burst into tears, and kowtowed three times to Jiayuguan, who could never go back, staggered up, and straightened his waist in the face of the hundred cavalry vanguard guards who had been bullied a hundred zhang distance in front of him.

He roared, and with the severed arm of his body, he drew thunder from the sky, and the vast sword qi that burned all his life in exchange for thunder fell, exploding in the vast wind and snow, splitting a blood-colored path in the torrent of steel, until the sword broke in two, and he was hoarse with all his strength.

"Kunlun, charge !!"

Only this time, he no longer had a teammate around him who could charge with him.

The Demon Pioneer Guard, who was wiped out by the sword qi and thunder, accelerated again, and mercilessly stepped over the corpses of his companions and took the two Immortal Dao Alliance members who escaped from the encirclement by luck.

The long sword slipped from the broken arm and plunged into the snow, and the Kunlun Sword Cultivator, who had lost his qi, knelt down, his forehead was attached to the hilt of the sword, and he would rather die than fall. There was a smile of relief and relief at the corners of his blood-stained mouth, his life, he didn't owe anyone, he was worthy of his father, it was worth it.

He snuggled up with the sword like a monument that would not fall.

Yun Mo's mouth let out a roar that pierced his eardrums like a beast, and the Demon Drinking Sword rose, and just as he wanted to urge the remnants of the demonic qi in his body to burn, he suddenly raised his head.

At the extreme height of the sky, Huo Ran descended a violent sword rain that seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth, and with the corpse of Kunlun Sword Cultivation as the boundary, with only a few breaths, it drowned all the demon vanguard guards on the hundred golden-backed rhinos, leaving no armor behind.

A black robe that looked extremely dazzling in the vast white snow fell, and Yunmo, who had already held up to the limit for several years, didn't have time to see the face of the comer, and his eyes suddenly blurred, and he fell down with a bang.