The blue-black sword light disappeared, and the figure of the eldest grandson Qianxue appeared in front of Fan Zhuo.

Seeing that the true yuan had been completely frozen, but Fan Zhuo still committed suicide with the unknown secret technique of Yunshui Palace, the eldest grandson Qianxue's face did not have any smug look, but a trace of dazed and sentimental appeared.

After all, it was the enemy of Emperor Yuanwu, but now there is one less.

She hesitated for a moment, reached out and shook out a few breaths to grope around Fan Zhuo's body, and searched out all the things in Fan Zhuo's clothes, and without looking closely, all of them were included in her sleeves.

In the next moment, in the heaven and earth around her body, countless invisible but indeed existing lines seemed to appear at the same time, and streams of icy and extremely dark vitality were drawn out along these lines, rapidly dissipating between heaven and earth.

All the azure blue disappears.

Icicles cracked and fell to the ground.

The eldest grandson Qianxue's brows furrowed deeply again.

She knew that at this time, the corner tower in the distance must have sensed the abnormality here, and there should have been cultivators rushing here.

It's just that she is really not good at many things, such as destroying corpses and destroying traces.

She pondered for a few breaths, then made a decision.

A majestic Heaven and Earth Vitality was released from her body, shaking all the shattered ice blocks that had piled up into towers around her into fine ice powder.

Fierce winds swirled across the river, carrying the ice to fill all the caves.

And her body landed in the center of the shattered carriage.

The True Yuan in her body was supposed to be extremely cold, but as her face was slightly red, it was forcibly twisted into an incomparably hot current by her.

In the next instant, countless scorching True Yuan spurted out with a sneer centered on her body, instantly igniting countless raging fire snakes.

The fire snake set fire to all the shantytowns, especially a large number of fire snakes wrapped up in Fan Zhuo's body, burning him to ashes in an instant, and then being blown away by a strong wind and drifting away into nowhere.

The body of the eldest grandson, Qianxue, also faded and disappeared under the cover of the raging flames.

Just a few dozen breaths later, several cultivators in black shirts had already arrived at the fire where the embers were not extinguished, and feeling some of the vibrating rhythms left in the air here, these cultivators all changed their faces, and the cultivators led by them just raised their hands, and a black pillar of smoke rushed into the sky.

......

Changling is very large, from the sycamore to the big floating water prison, although it is not far away on the map of Changling, but even if you take the shortest route, the carriage that is familiar with the road will take most of the half a day's journey.

There was a little delay in the big floating prison, so on the way back to Wutongluo, the sky was already dark.

Ding Ning closed his eyes, as if he was tired and sleepy, but in fact he was thinking about various possibilities.

At this time, the temporary small village of duck farmers on the bank of the tributary of the Wei River has long since disappeared and turned into a scorched earth.

Dozens of black-clad officials of the Heaven Prison Division stood like nails, enclosing the area.

Suddenly, the eyes of the dozens of black-clothed officials with solemn faces flashed with a strange brilliance.

Several carriages came into their sight, and they drove along the dirt road between the strange places, and stopped outside the forest.

Although there was no wind or rain at this time, five of the people who stepped down from several carriages still held out their black umbrellas and covered their faces.

A woman in a white shirt and an old man who looked like an old servant walked among the five black umbrellas.

The woman in the white shirt is naturally the first night of the Prison Heaven Division, and the old man who looks like an old servant next to her is the strongest Han Sanshi among the six major offerings of the Prison Heaven Division in the legend.

In addition, the five iconic black umbrellas naturally represent the other five mysterious offerings of the Heavenly Supervisor.

Ye Ce Leng just made a gesture from a distance, and the dozens of officials of the Heaven Supervision Division who had originally blocked this area suddenly swept out, pulling the blocked and monitored area even further.

Ye Ce Leng and Han Sanshi walked slowly in the scorched earth, and finally stood at the place where the carriage of the eldest grandson Qianxue was broken.

The five black umbrellas were scattered, perceiving the remaining breath in great detail, searching every inch of land.

This process lasted for a long time, waiting for the sky to be completely dark, and the Heavenly Supervisor under the five black umbrellas exchanged opinions with Han Sanshi softly one by one, and during this time, Ye Ce Cooled just calmly looked at some of the traces of the burning, and didn't even listen to the conversation between them.

It wasn't until Han Sanshi walked to her side that she glanced at him and said, "How?"

Han Sanshi said softly: "It's her." ”

Ye Ce Leng then asked, "The opponent is someone from Yunshui Palace?"

Han Sanshi bowed his head slightly and said, "It should be." ”

Ye Ce was silent.

Han Sanshi also fell silent.

"Remove all traces of our discernment. ”

Ye Ce's cold face began to disappear in the dark, and he couldn't see his emotions, but his tone was low but extremely firm: "Don't record it, don't inform other divisions." ”

Han Sanshi was the oldest worshipper of the Heavenly Prison Division, and the only person who had been chosen to take Ye Ce Leng overseas, so he naturally knew better than anyone all the meanings contained in Ye Ce Leng's two sentences.

His hands were slightly cold, and he asked softly, "Even Supervisor Chen didn't know about it?"

Ye Ce nodded coldly and said, "I don't know." ”

......

In the night, Ding Ning walked back to the wine shop.

Before that, he had already gone to Xue Wangxu's small courtyard and talked to Xue Wangxu, Zhang Yi, and Shen Yi about some things about the big floating prison.

The moment he entered the wine shop and brought the door, the cold voice of the eldest grandson Qianxue sounded in the darkness: "What you said is right, I am not good at many things. ”

Ding Ning, who was extremely familiar with the eldest grandson Qianxue, suddenly breathed and asked, "What happened?"

The eldest grandson Qianxue said slowly: "I killed that Yunshui Palace cultivator, that person's cultivation is very strong, it should be Fan Zhuo." ”

Hearing the word "kill", Ding Ning's body had quickly become cold, and when he heard the whole sentence, he thought that on the way back, he was still thinking about whether he could try to join forces with Bai Shanshui to crack the possibility of the big floating water prison, he was so angry that his whole body trembled a little: "Since you have promised to wait... Why don't you wait!"

The eldest grandson Qianxue was surprisingly lifeless and explained: "It's not that I'm impatient, it's just that he wants to kill Wang Taixu's subordinate, and I don't want him to kill Wang Taixu's subordinate." ”

Hearing such an explanation, Ding Ning's anger quickly subsided, but the coldness in his body still made his body tremble slightly.

He took a deep breath, walked up to the eldest grandson Qianxue, and asked, "After killing Fan Zhuo, how did you deal with it?"

The eldest grandson Qianxue didn't want to think back to the scene at that time, and frowned slightly: "I eliminated the breath of the Nine Netherworld King Sword as much as possible, and used the means of Zhao Di's True Fire Palace to burn his body and all the things around him. ”

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and said, "What was your idea at that time?"

The eldest grandson Qianxue said: "Even if you can't completely hide the aura of your own attack, at least you won't let others find out who I killed." ”

"You're right. Ding Ning calmed down and said slowly: "But Fan Zhuo is not an ordinary cultivator, if you want to kill him, you must at least show strength close to the middle grade of the Seven Realms." It is impossible for such a power to be completely eliminated, and either the Heavenly Supervisor Division or the Divine Capital Division can find out. ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, lowered her head slightly and said coldly: "So I admit that I am not good at many things." ”

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and said: "I can't blame you for this incident, maybe we can use your incident to let us see a person's true attitude." ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue asked puzzledly, "Who?"

Ding Ning looked at her and said, "The night is cold." ”

Eldest Sun Qianxue's voice suddenly became slightly cold, and said, "You think too much." ”

Ding Ning didn't refute, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.

If he really thought too much, if Ye Ce Leng instead used the power of Bai Shanshui and the revenge of Bai Shanshui, then he couldn't wait for the Minshan Sword Meeting to start.

People like Bai Shanshui regard life as ants and will not have any scruples.

In the face of such a person's direct killing madness, who can hide the secret?

If you can't wait for the Minshan Sword Sect, even if you can enter Changling again in the future, can you still get the opportunity to enter the Minshan Sword Sect and get the opportunity to continue the Heavenly Divine Technique?

Thinking of Xue Taixu, Ding Ning's face had a strong sense of bitterness.

......

In the thick darkness, the scorched riverside is more like a ghostly domain.

On the frozen surface of the river, a sudden and silent stream of water gushed out.

Wearing a white fox fur coat, his complexion was as fair as clotted fat, and his appearance was as handsome as that of a delicate son of a rich family, but the white landscape with an indescribable haughty aura on his body rose in the center of the current.

This great rebel of Yunshui Palace made countless people in the world tremble when they mentioned his name, although he could clearly perceive that there were still Great Qin's cultivators in the distant forest outside, but he didn't care.

He just needs a moment.

A crystal tear fell from his eye socket and fell on the ice but disappeared silently.

And in the ice under his feet, a few drops of white water slowly poured out.

Seeing these few drops of white water, he was sure that the battle here was caused by Fan Zhuo, and he was also sure that Fan Zhuo had been killed.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, countless tiny droplets of water flew up from the charred ashes.

In his perception, there was a ghostly fire rising from the ground, and a black bamboo tree was rising, swaying in the night mist.