Ning Xin, on her originally beautiful face, a terrible scar stretched from her forehead to the side of her neck, spanning half of her face, and her eyes full of dead silence made her look extremely lonely.

"You!" staring at the scar on her face, Wan Ting was speechless in shock.

"It's ugly!" Ning Xin said indifferently, after ten years, she has accepted her appearance.

"Did he do it?" Wan Ting's voice trembled, she knew very well how important her appearance was to a woman, and it was impossible to replace her with so many years of pain.

"What can it be!" Ning Xin put on the veil again and sighed, "Things are people, I am no longer the Ning Xin I was back then!"

Wan Ting was very sad, she wanted to say something like sorry, but when the words came to her mouth, she found that she couldn't say a word, and her father's sins didn't stop there.

"Okay, let's take a look at Yuan Qi first!" Ning Xin said, "You went to Penglai alone, what did you find!

"In that battle, Penglai was indeed destroyed, but the forbidden land was preserved!" Wan Ting put away her sadness, glanced at the sluggish Yuan Qi, and recalled, "There is a reincarnation gate in the deepest part of the Penglai forbidden land, and I found him there!"

"Reincarnation Gate! Reincarnation!" Ning Xin pondered carefully.

"Do you have a way?" Wan Ting asked.

"The demonic qi in his body is raging, and he is even better than back then, he should have been completely demonized. Ning Xin shook his head and hesitated, "It's just!"

"Just what?" Wan Ting hurriedly asked.

"I have a cold physique, I have practiced the art of frost for many years, and I am very sensitive to the cold in this world!" Ning Xin glanced at Yuan Qi, "When I was exploring just now, I vaguely felt that there was a cold aura in his body, faintly suppressing the demonic qi on his body!"

"Uh!" Wan Ting nodded, "When I found him, he was in a frozen state!"

"Then it makes sense!" Ning Xin said clearly, "Even the cold qi suppresses the demonic nature, it seems that he didn't work hard at the beginning!"

"Did I do something wrong?" Wan Ting realized later, "I broke the ice and brought him out!"

"You can't say that!" Ning Xin said, "Freezing is not a long-term solution, it is just a temporary suppression! If you want to really solve the problem, you still have to come out sooner or later." ”

Wan Ting looked at Yuan Qi and was very sorry.

"Don't worry!" Ning Xin gently hugged Wan Ting and comforted, "The world is so big, there are no wonders, there are always strange people in the world, who can solve this misfortune!"

Wan Ting nodded and said firmly: "No matter what the price is, I must also find a way to save him!"

"I've really suffered you all these years!" Ning Xin said: "Only you can be so undetachable and persistent with him!"

"I'm not bitter!" Wan Ting looked at Yuan Qi stupidly, "As long as he is good, it's fine!"

At night, Qingcheng Mountain, the Palace of Despair, the figures are scattered, and it is deserted here, only the fate is extinguished, Ling'er and Moti. It is customary that someone needs to hold a vigil here on the night of the death of the leader.

"Moti!" Yuan Xuan said lightly, "Just find a room and go to sleep first!"

"Yes!" Moti saluted, glanced at Ling'er kneeling there, and turned to leave.

Yuan Xuan turned his head, looked at Wan Ling, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Senior sister, you ......"

"I'm going to keep a vigil here!" Ling'er interrupted coldly.

Looking at Wan Ling's back, Yuan Xuan's eyes were touched, and a figure slowly emerged in his mind, overlapping with it, smart, cute, playful, and pitiful, this woman is so similar to Mo Li in personality.

"Don't leave!" Yuan Xuan muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Ling'er turned around.

"It's nothing!" Yuan Xuan shook his head, "I'm here tonight too!"

Ling'er was puzzled for a moment, and then faced Wan Qing again.

The candlelight was faint, illuminating the entire hall of despair, and the two of them knelt there quietly one after the other, and the night was quietly coming.

In the early morning, above the Palace of Despair, there was a sunrise color, and in the cold hall, there was finally a red light.

"Woo~~Woo~~" For some reason, Ling'er actually began to cry.

Yuan Xuan opened his eyes and listened to the desolate cry, he did not stop it, some things, crying out loud is the best relief. The ancient incense that was gradually burning out on the platform in front of him, he stood up and stepped forward, wanting to rekindle another one.

"Huh~Huh~" Suddenly, a cold wind blew, the candlelight trembled, and the just-lit ancient incense in Yuan's hand was extinguished in an instant.

"Bang!" Yuan Xuan's palm finger was like a knife, and he slapped violently on the high platform, and countless cyan incense ashes splashed out, filling the air.

"What are you doing!" Ling'er shouted in tears.

"Huh~Huh~~" A strong wind howled, extinguishing all the candlelight, and the entire Hall of Despair suddenly became dark.

Ling'er suddenly felt light, hugged herself with a pair of arms, and came to the door of the main hall in an instant.

"What's wrong!" Ling'er also sensed that something was wrong, and a figure stood there in the hazy incense ash in front of her.

Yuan Xuan shook his head, staring at the figure, his face was solemn, just now he seemed to see Wan Qing open his eyes.

"Master, is that you!" Ling'er took a step forward and was about to step forward.

In the place of green smoke, a red sword qi burst out and shot towards Ling'er.

"Be careful!" Yuan Xuan stretched out his right hand and pulled Ling'er back to his side, "He's not a master!"

"What the hell is going on!" Ling'er panicked, just now she felt the spiritual power in her body stirring, as if she was about to be taken away in an instant, if it wasn't for the fate to stop her in time, she might die there on the spot.

"Let me see what happened to you!" Fate held the phantom moon mirror in his hand and shone it towards the hazy figure.

"It's really Master!" Ling'er was frightened, and through the Phantom Moon Mirror, he saw Wan Qing's body was red, and his eyes were dyed black, and he was rushing towards this side.

"Stay here and don't move!" said in a cold voice, and the Phantom Moon Mirror hovered above Ling'er's head under his control, ensuring her safety.

Yuan Xuan stepped forward, and the red light converged in his right hand, turning into a love-breaking sword, and greeted him. In an instant, the sword qi here was vertical and horizontal, and countless tables and chairs were reduced to pieces under the sword qi of the two.

The incense ash gas gradually dissipated, Wan Qing's figure appeared, he was wrapped in red qi, his dark eyes flashed with madness, his fingers were together, as solid as steel, and he constantly shook the sword in his hand, and finally pointed out, flashing a phantom, and the shock of the fate retreated again and again.

"Master, Master!" Ling'er shouted anxiously, but Wan Qing didn't know her at all, and still chased after her.

"Let's go!" Yuan Xuan grabbed Ling'er's right shoulder and lifted it violently, and the next moment, they came to the huge martial arts arena.

"What the hell is going on!" Ling'er asked.

"Corpse change!" Yuan Xuan said, staring, Wan Qing who came from the paragraph, his whole body was full of blue light, bringing out a cold aura, and the sword in his hand was also stained with a layer of frost.

"You!" Ling'er was all over, this biting cold made him shiver unconsciously, and looked at the fate in front of him incredibly, although they have been with each other for two years, but she still doesn't know much about this junior brother.

Yuan Xuan's expression was flat, no joy and no worries, in the face of Wan Qing in such a state, he did not panic at all, his toes connected the dots, and he took the lead in attacking, and in the void, a cold aura floated out.

Facing the cold air that was constantly emerging around him, Wan Qing let out a long roar, his breath soared, and his eyes were as black as ink, which looked particularly demonic.

The violent impact and powerful force caused ripples and spread around the entire stage. The two of them did not stop, leaving an afterimage in the same place, pointing at the sword, constantly changing, and the fight was extremely fierce.

"He can be compared to Master!" Ling'er looked at Yuan Xuan in a daze.

"That's nature!" I don't know when, Ye Zishi's figure appeared in the field, paying attention to the battle between the two, and there was no surprise on his handsome face.

"It's you!" Ling'er exclaimed, "What the hell is going on!"

"It should be related to the realm, look at what you're saying!" Ye Zishi guessed.

In the middle of the field, Yuan Xuan frowned, and he felt that a secret power emerged from Wan Qing's body, slowly devouring the spiritual power in his body, making him dare not use it with all his might.

"Don't confront him head-on, just consume his spiritual power, his spiritual power has no root!" Ye Zishi reminded loudly.

Yuan Xuan nodded, looking for an opportunity, the deeper into the air, the white-haired shawl, condescending, the sword marks in his hand, the red light in the sky, suddenly dimmed, gathered and broke the sword, and was violently slashed out.

"Is this a moonlight slash?" Ling'er recognized this move, "Senior Sister Ting's move, how could he do it!"

"Boom!" A huge roar sounded, accompanied by Wan Qing's roar, a trail of blood seeped out of his hand, and Wan Qing was injured by a sword that was destroyed.

"Roar!" Wan Qing roared, his fingers together, and the crimson spiritual power gathered out again, turning into a rain of swords in the sky, not only enveloping Yuan Qi, but also including Ling'er and Ye Zishi.

"Be careful!" Yuan Xuan landed on the ground, and quickly rushed towards Ling'er, and the Phantom Moon Mirror gathered a seven-colored divine light, protecting the three of them in it.

"It's so dangerous!" Ling'er exclaimed, the sword rain in the sky struck, making people feel powerless, but fortunately, after this blow, the spiritual power in Wan Qing's body was exhausted, and the whole person was crumbling, fell down for a long time, and closed his eyes again.

"Is it over?" Ling'er opened her eyes and looked at Master, and ran over quickly, "Master, Master!"

"Don't touch him!, be careful that he sucks up your spiritual power!" Ye Zishi silently sensed, "This is still a corpse!"

"What the hell is going on!" Yuan Shu asked.

"People are indeed dead!But I feel a vitality in his body!" Ye Zishi said, "The realm of goodness is like water, which is full of ominousness and weirdness, for ten years, the head has been suppressing this force, and now that the head is dead, this power will appear to control his body and make trouble!"

"It's like you've been controlled by demonic nature?" asked Yuanzhi.

"Not bad, but it's also a little different!" Ye Zishi nodded.

Yuan Xuan sighed: "The goodness is like water, it involves a wide range, and it can't be easily touched!"