Countless crystalline fragments of red frost were suspended at the head of the Silver City.

Chen Wanjuan's red shirt was already a little embarrassed, and his broken chest, the withered red flower, was completely shattered into powder.

He looked at the seven families at the head of the silver city.

Then he slowly turned his gaze and turned his gaze to the three people of Nanhai under Yincheng City.

Chen Wanjuan's appearance was a little desolate, he stretched out a hand and wiped the blood stains on the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, not caring about the hair being scattered.

"Huh...... You people. ”

"Sanctimonious. ”

The Confucian students on the head of the city were swaying, and there were scattered blood on the red shirts, which were quickly covered by the wind and snow and turned into bright frost particles.

He hoarsely stared at Ye Shisan under the city, and said word by word: "One by one...... kept saying that they did not agree to this marriage...... Posed as a desperate fight....... Heh......"

He sharpened his throat, suppressed his anger, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of hideousness and unwillingness.

"But why!"

"Why, why do you disagree, and I'm going to give it up?"

When Chen Wanjuan said this, the whole person leaned on the city wall of Yincheng, the red shirt on his chest was scattered, if he opened it to see, he could even see clearly the crimson palm print on his chest under the wave of his sleeve of the "Southern Sage".

"You came to snatch the kiss for Yi Xiao, and you want to take Wei Lingshan from Yincheng......" He gasped with difficulty and asked sarcastically: "Have you ever asked, Wei Lingshan...... Would she like to come with you?"

There was silence.

Su Fu's expression became very ugly.

Song Zhi gritted his teeth lightly.

Most of the people of the Seven Families have the same appearance as before, murderous and awe-inspiring, generous and lonely when they die.

In their opinion, this is an inevitable thing.

In Lanling City, His Royal Highness and Wei Lingshan are made in heaven and earth, and they are immortal couples.

They didn't know the development of the situation, they didn't know what was going on, they only saw this wedding post, and the fluttering black belt on Su's armrest.

That's enough.

It was enough for them to come to Yincheng to rob their relatives, stand behind Su Fu, pull out their swords and swords for the future head of the Su family, and finally say that-

"I disagree!"

But did the person who came to rob the kiss ask Wei Lingshan?

Such a ridiculous wedding...... It is so absurd that every person who robs relatives naturally thinks that there is no need to fight for the opinion of that Wei girl in this matter.

Chen Wanjuan's gaze swept over Su Fu and Song Zhiqing, who were ugly, and he smiled in a low voice, looking embarrassed, and cast his gaze on the city.

Childe Xiaotao's face was still calm.

She slowly narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, the purple figure in her mind, like a butterfly, only to fall completely one day after that great avalanche.

No one knew that when Yi Xiao's "death" reached the South China Sea, she immediately connected to Wei Lingshan's soul sea with a mind-reading connection.

The purple butterfly, in the soul sea one day, sent a faint cry for help.

"Save ......"

Not even the second word came.

After that day, Gongzi Xiaotao could no longer connect Wei Lingshan's soul sea with mind-reading.

It's not that they've cut off the tie.

It's all the messages, all accepted, but not responded.

The woman in the yellow shirt in a wheelchair clenched the chair handlebars with both hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Chen Wanjuan, who was embarrassed at the head of the city.

She had been waiting for this sentence.

She came here not only to snatch her relatives, but also to find out what was going on.

And the best way to find out everything......

It is to let the fallen purple butterfly reappear in the world.

See all beings.

Gongzi Xiaotao's gaze swept from top to bottom from the top of the city, the poured silver gate, the Red Sea had been exhausted, and the city was empty, without a single figure.

She said, "So, what about Miss Wei." ”

......

......

The faint four lacquer rays pierced the heavens and the earth in the wind and snow, and at the top of the three towers and one hall, the pitch-black soul fire boiled and burned.

The Moon Reflecting Little Demon Realm was not like this before.

The soul fire of the three towers and one hall was as white as wind and snow before, fluttering and condensing frost, there was no night in this small world, but at this moment it was like eternal night descending, the earth was bleak and white, and the three giant towers towering into the clouds seemed to be rising three rounds of pitch-black moons.

In the tower hall, if every quiet room is empty, there is wind and frost lingering, spreading from the cracks in the door, rolling around the incense in the empty quiet room, and gradually condensing into a human form.

If there are people in the ashram, they will be covered with wind and frost, their eyebrows and long hair will be snow-white, they will sit cross-legged like an old tree, their breathing will be weak and bleak, and if there are great cultivators listening with Yuan Li, the frequency of the heartbeat of the cultivators in each ashram will be exactly the same.

Every practitioner sitting cross-legged in the meditation room is like an ancient puppet who has been lifted by someone, so that even the breath no longer belongs to him.

The three ancient towers, invisible wind and snow fluttering, seem to have ignited a void flame, for the only wind and snow hall, transporting tens of millions of incense.

No one ever thought that "Taixu" would have such an evil side.

Seal nourishes the soul, deprives the soul power, stops offering incense to the host, prolongs life, and cultivates independently.

If you only look at the deeds, this is the supreme demonic way.

And in the main hall, the real master of the "Taixu" has long since dispersed his true body in this small world, and every wind and snow is the deity.

She got out of the wind and snow, came to the temple gate, all the way forward, there was a breeze lingering on her slender ankles, if she looked at her face, she looked like a fairy in the sky, wrapped in red and slaughtered, and finally went to the deepest part of the wind and snow.

After the wind and snow hall, it is a barren, frost kills a hundred grasses, only the grass leaves here wither but do not wither, miserable white and straight, all the way to the entrance of the dark cave, there is a violent sound of wind and snow shaking iron chains.

The Moon Reflecting Little Demon Realm is a prison place.

In the mountains behind the Wind and Snow Hall is the real prison.

And there is a prison, and the chains of nothingness have not been raised.

There is no wind and snow torture that tortures the soul, and there is no reincarnation torture that is entangled.

Yes, it's just a woman with a phoenix crown.

......

......

"Miss Wei. ”

"Miss Wei, are you okay?"

"Miss Wei...... What happened?"

One voice after another, coming across nothingness, landed on the heart lake, first puzzled and confused, and then anxious, more and more frequent.

"Miss Wei...... Where are you now...... Is it dangerous...... Why don't you talk back......"

"After the avalanche, did everything go well...... The drawing...... Have you ever found his whereabouts?"

The sound is getting quieter.

Finally, it was calm.

The last voice lingered for a long time.

Have you ever found his whereabouts?

The ancient lamp was lit, and the bronze mirror gave birth to a layer of mist, which was wiped clean by the swept wind and snow, reflecting that sad and moving face.

Wei Lingshan looked at the haggard woman in the bronze mirror with two lines of tears in her eyes.

It was as if she had spent thousands of years.

In the sea of souls, there are countless chains condensed by wind and snow, and there is an invisible power that draws all his strength away.

She could hear, she could see, but she couldn't move a finger.

Love, hate, hatred, and resentment rotate in such torment.

As everyone knows, in the prison of Wind and Snow Silver City, such torture ...... It's not even torture.

"Miss Wei!"

I don't know how long it took.

The second voice smashed into the heart lake, with a brilliant blue light, and even tore open a gap in the wind and frost blockade.

It's a pity that there are too many shackles in prison, and outside the world, whether it is the mind reading of the Eight Great Heavens or the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, he can't leave a deep enough imprint.

As soon as Su Fu received the wedding post, he rushed to the Big Banyan Temple non-stop.

The little monk Qingshi had already cultivated the closed-mouth meditation, no longer spoke, borrowed a shoulder, and broke the soul power blockade of the Yingyue Little Demon Realm for Su Fu, and sent out one after another words.

"That wedding post......"

"December 12 ......"

"Snatching relatives...... Against ......"

"Believe that he is alive!"

Wei Lingshan wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't, she heard a ticking liquid falling on the table, curling blue frost like smoke.

The woman in the mirror is crying.

There was a large mahogany table in the room, and a bright red peony was lying.

The wind and frost blew and rolled, and the peony that was used as a pin to the chest rolled gently, rolled several times, and finally rolled to the side of the copper frame, and there was a petal that shook and trembled at the root, like a rolling red cloud, and finally flew up gently, fell, and disappeared.

He's coming......

Then, after a long time, the second fragile red flower petal flew out, shattered in mid-air, and was blown away by the wind and frost.

Will he come?

If all the waiting has a result after counting the petals, then all the suffering should have the best ending.

This peony, when only the last petal remained, the petal shook stubbornly and refused to fall.

He'll come.

All of Wei Lingshan's thoughts were almost placed on the crumbling flower.

The snow on Mount Eight collapsed.

Everyone said he was dead.

No, it's not like that.

If another gust of wind blows and the last petal falls, it will be the turn of "he will come".

He'll come.

When the wind came, he came.

Suddenly, outside the ashram, there was a torrent of snow and a torrential wind that covered everything in the ashram with a layer of ice.

Someone calmly pushed the door in, stirring up a strong wind.

The red flower, which had only one petal left, quickly withered and finally fell apart.

The city lord of Fengxue Silver City, looking at this woman with two lines of tears on her face, it seems that I see pity, one invisible silk thread after another, depriving her of all her soul power.

The Void Technique would rob her of all consciousness.

The rest is to crush her last vestiges.

She spoke mercilessly.

"He's not coming. ”

"He's dead. ”