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The Far North.

Wind and Snow Silver City. Moon Reflecting Little Demon Realm.

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In the quiet room, an ancient incense plant is burning.

There was a blue and white color spreading in the quiet room, like frost climbing, the ancient incense was frozen by the ice, and only the faint spark at the head of the incense pillar exuded a curling fragrance.

I don't know when this ancient incense began to burn, and how many years it has burned, but now it still retains its intact body, and it seems that it will never burn inexhaustibly, and it will never be extinguished.

There was only one person in the ashram.

The figure closed its eyes tightly, leaned its back against the stone wall of the ashram, and the frost and blue color behind it spread particularly severely, almost a miserable white, spreading like a spider web, covering the ashram layer by layer, and the blue and white color slowly faded.

The man sat opposite Gu Xiang.

There was silence.

No one knows how long the silence lasted.

And how long will it last?

The man had a rather strange face.

His eyes were tightly closed, his eyelids twitched slightly, his eyebrows raised but he refused to open them, and his lips twitched slightly, as if he was smiling.

In the far north, the silver city of wind and snow, the first person in the world.

The reason why his face is strange is because he has really changed slightly in his face since that day in Luoyang.

The face of the first person in the world is no longer as resolute and sharp as before, and in the long years, the lines have slowly softened, and the chill on his face has become heavier.

It's just that this chill is more like an innate coldness.

The arm he severed, the place where it was broken had been gathered by the wind and snow, and countless heavy dead breaths had finally been exhausted in the day and night, and they were gathered in the arm that had been reshaped by the wind and snow after it was broken.

Suddenly, the ancient incense began to burn.

Big Burn.

That pillar of ancient incense was like heavy snow falling, and the ashes were extinguished.

Gone in an instant.

The Wind and Snow Silver City Lord, whose back was pressed against the wall of the quiet room, blood spilled from between his mouth and nose, and it was quickly frozen into frost, his head drooped slightly, his limbs became weak, and the dead qi contained in that arm turned into countless red threads and spread.

His smile began to stiffen.

It's like dying.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy snowstorm in the quiet room.

In the territory of the Moon Reflecting Little Demon, one after another faint divine soul power was sucked into this quiet room by an inexplicable force.

It loomed as the center of the storm.

The invisible divine soul turned into a whirlpool, circling the "dead" Wind and Snow Silver City Lord, and rotating wildly against the quiet room in all directions.

There was a bang.

It was like a spring thunder rising above the clouds for 90,000 miles.

This "bang" sound sounded muffled in the territory of the Moon Reflecting Little Devil.

All the souls were torn apart.

The chamber burns with real snow.

These snowflakes came out of nowhere, sticking to the "dead" Wind and Snow Silver City Lord, turning into illusory flames, sticking and burning inch by inch.

His robe, his eyebrows, his long hair, his already old face, all burned in the snow like fireworks.

The invisible flame burns everything.

Burn away the years, burn away the old age, burn away the majestic death qi in that arm that was handed out by the red-clothed sword fairy.

Usher......

Rebirth!

"Wind and Snow Silver City Lord" pouted slightly.

The originally lowered head trembled slightly for a moment.

The long hair, which was covered by countless snowflakes, trembled slightly, and in an instant, the snow was gone, and the gray and old hair became jet black like a young man.

His snow-coazen arm, all the dead air and all the red lines in it, had been burned away by the "fire".

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City suddenly clenched his fists.

The snow on his left arm shattered.

A full arm is exposed.

His face was expressionless and his expression was blank.

After clenching his fists repeatedly, he sensed the endless vitality in his body, as well as the vast and majestic warmth of the world.

He slowly raised his hands and stroked them over his cheeks.

Caress.

Kneading.

Ultimately...... Peeled off a dough.

Someone whispered in the quiet room.

Then I put the dough back on.

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It's still the ashram.

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City sat here quietly, as he had been doing all these years, his back against the wall, raised his head, and slowly looked at this quiet room.

The ancient incense is still burned out.

He spent seventeen months here.

Seventeen months.

Because of the "death qi" on that sword, every minute and every second is like a whole year, countless fragmented moments, and he is only one step away from the real "death".

That "dead air" desperately wanted to pull him into the abyss.

Therefore, it is already a great difficulty for him to divide a very small part of the divine soul.

It's like a blind man who is deaf in both ears, trapped in an extremely small quiet room, and doesn't know what is going on in the outside world.

Now he has reclaimed all his souls.

Leaning in the ashram like this, you can already see everything.

The three towers and one hall of the Little Demon Realm of the Moon Reflecting Moon, everything is as usual.

Outside the Wind and Snow Silver City, everything is as usual.

It's just that...... One thing, something went wrong.

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City frowned slightly.

Whether it is the Wind and Snow Silver City in the secular world, or the Little Demon Realm of Reflecting the Moon here...... There was no sign of that person.

The huge power of the divine soul once again swept through the Wind and Snow Silver City, as well as the Moon Reflecting Little Demon Realm.

Still...... No.

Then he narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen something.

It was the "eyes" outside the city of the wind and snow, and a picture came: the lord of the county in the wind and snow climbed over the city wall very neatly and escaped from the silver city.

He closed his eyes blankly.

Follow-up images kept coming into his mind.

Including those Yincheng disciples chased out of the city, and soon after.

During this process, he never spoke.

Therefore, the true geniuses in the Three Towers and One Hall, even if they witnessed the county lord leaving the Silver City with supernatural powers or cultivation, did not take any action.

The voice of the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City was a little hoarse.

He opened his lips and read a sentence softly.

This sentence spread like an invisible sound wave in the quiet room.

In an instant, it entered the Little Demon Realm of the Reflecting Moon.

It is regarded as the highest place in the territory of the Little Devil, and the three towers and one hall...... After that sentence reached the Little Demon Realm, he slowly opened the door by himself.

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No one knew what the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City had said.

This is the day.

The gate of the Wind and Snow Silver City opened, and four strange figures sprang out of it.

A young Taoist priest with an ancient dust, a handsome monk in a snow-white robe, and a weak scholar dressed as a Confucian scholar in the Shifu period.

There was also a person, not tall, wrapped in a big black robe, unable to see the specific figure, his face was covered with a strange green ghost mask, the paint on the mask was extremely vivid, the fangs were crossed, and the eyebrows were evil.

As soon as the four figures appeared, they immediately rushed into the heavy snow and disappeared without a trace.

The painted masked man with the tusks of the green ghost led the way, stepping on the wind and snow all the way, walking extremely fast and fast, and there was almost no obstruction in a straight line.

Behind him were three cultivators who were clearly dressed and not of this era, with blank expressions, sluggish expressions, and unexpectedly coordinated speeds, following the painted masked man with green ghost fangs in front of him.

The four of them walked at a very fast speed on the snowfield.

In one direction.

South China Sea, the end of the peak.

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In the ashram.

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City suddenly thought of something extremely important.

Everyone's soul should be in the Moon Reflecting Little Demon Realm.

He had been preparing for so long.

But that man...... Left the Little Demon Realm.

So...... What about her spirit?

The gaze of the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City slowly moved downward.

Moved to the left arm.

The expression on this face began to become gloomy and ugly.

The red line of "dead air", which should have burned out, is now left with a very small and tiny thread, like a small red dot.

Barely visible.

But it still left a "curse".

The face of the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City was a little pale, and he looked at the red dot that had slowly solidified in the flesh and blood on his left arm.

The "One" born out of nothing.

There is no consummation.

So in the quiet room, a subdued sound slowly sounded.

Like anger, like resentment.

Rise slowly, and there is no end to it.

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Time flies.

It's already July.

During the wildflower season, someone has compiled a list of invitations from the South China Sea.

Nanhai gave two invitations.

The first invitation was to invite the young great cultivators in the world, the real demonic figures, and the group of people who were qualified to leave their names in the immortal monument to observe.

The second invitation is a slightly inferior genius cultivator, even if he has not entered the threshold of demonism, he still has a great hope of becoming the mainstay of the future rivers and lakes or temples.

The first invitation was extremely heavy.

Those who have the ability to receive the first invitation are all real demons who have already become famous and amazed the world.

The West Demon, the East Monarch, the Northern Immortal, and the Middle Bodhisattva all received this invitation from the Dao Fetus Senior Brother of the South China Sea Host.

In addition, there is only "Lotus Immortal" Yi Xiao.

The list in the second invitation was multiplied.

The rivers and lakes and temples are all romantic.

Interestingly, Qiliang's Tianque and Northern Wei's Senluo Dao both received an invitation.

There is only one invitation.

A temple, an invitation.

And what is worth pondering and recalling is that Nanhai also sent an invitation to Xiguan.

The recipient is Ren Pingsheng, the sword crown of Xiguan and the sword of the West Drum.

The second invitation, the invitee can also enter the final peak of the chess saint, and participate in the discussion of the Tao and the sword on the peak of the final tower, but it is a pity that the merit is poor, and there is no chance to stay on the immortal tablet.

But even so, it is still a great opportunity that is difficult to refuse.

Some people have already arrived in the South China Sea and come to the bottom of the Zhongwei Peak.

The immortal mountain, which is free from the Central Plains Continent and has always maintained a neutral attitude, is said to hide countless opportunities and wonderful things.

There was a man standing on the top of the mountain, his purple robe blowing in the wind.

Brother Nanhai pushes a wheelchair.

The yellow-shirted girl in a wheelchair has flying sideburns, overlooking the peak of the world.

Gongzi Xiaotao read softly: "In the South China Sea in July, half an immortal monument." An invitation card attracted the attention of thousands of people. ”

She paused.

Senior Brother Nanhai smiled: "Who can soar into the sky?"