Time passed, and a few days later, under the master's conditioning, Nanling had recovered as before.

It's just that there is a blood spot on the chest, and it doesn't grow well anyway.

When asked about the master, the master just said that fate dictates, and after ten days, everything will have its own answer.

Nan Ling faintly felt that after ten days, there would be something he didn't want to see happen. Right now, the date is gradually approaching, but Nan Ling has no sense of excitement about getting something, but the master has been calm, but his eyes are full of sadness.

Nanling was even more uneasy.

Because the master has never been like this.

If he could, Nan Ling would pay all the costs, even if he didn't want the name of the so-called heir to the god throne, he would return to his previous carefree time and continue to serve his old man.

Day 9.

The breakfast brought to the master was untouched as always.

The master stood indifferently in front of the cave, and after a while, he finally said the sentence that made Nan Ling quite frightened: "At the fifth watch tonight, on the cliff of the cold pool." ”

Nanling agreed in a low voice.

Until the fifth watch, Nan Ling's heart seemed to be blocked by something. He couldn't do anything, so he simply came to the south cliff where he usually came, and looked at the endless sea of ruins under the starry sky in a daze.

In the past, when the sea was calm, there would be big fish with different colors of shimmer on the surface to breathe and play, and the sea was like a bright galaxy at that time, which was very beautiful.

But today, the sea of ruins was turbulent, a miserable cold wind was blowing on the sea, and the big waves were roaring and lapping the ice rocks, which made Nanling even more upset.

When it was time for the fourth watch, Nan Ling couldn't hold back any longer, got up and walked in the direction of the cold pool.

I'm sorry, master, Ling Er really can't stand it anymore.

In the distance, Nan Ling smelled the faint smell of blood, and his heart began to beat violently.

With luck at his feet, Nan Ling desperately turned into a streamer and rushed straight into the ice cave. On the cliff above the cold pool, that terrifying scene forced Nan Ling's angina to be extremely painful!

The blood-stained master was covered in a cloak, sitting cross-legged, his eyes were dilated, and he was holding his wife, who was also covered in blood and unconscious, in his arms!

The master held a longsword with a simple shape in one hand, and something was written on the frozen ground in front of him, and the hilt of the longsword was inlaid with an irregular shining fragment. There was a blood-red bead beside the long sword, faintly glowing red!

That's the magic bead god away!

Nan Ling screamed, knelt down in front of the master with a plop, couldn't control himself anymore, and let the tears flow wildly!

Master Lu Jian didn't seem to be too surprised when he saw Nan Ling rushing in, but when he saw Nan Ling crying, he lost his temper: "Don't cry!

Could it be that he was crying just now?

"I told you not to cry! You scoundrel! You never listen to your teacher! Why did the fourth watch come to the top of this cliff? Are you farting if you are a teacher?"

Nan Ling knelt down on his knees and walked forward in front of his master, gritting his teeth and holding back his tears, his handsome face full of outright grief.

The master tiredly inserted the long sword into the frozen ground on the side, and smiled helplessly: "That's it, since you are here, I can dictate it." ”

Immediately, he sat up straight, concentrated, his eyes burst into light, and said in a very majestic and tragic tone: "Nanling listens to orders!"

Nan Ling wiped away his tears and said in a calm voice: "Nan Ling is here." ”

"The master will hand over this magic bead to you today and the sword Xuanyuan for the teacher, and from now on, you will be the new guardian of the fragment!

For the teacher to pass on your clear soul and empty magic trick, after you are completed, you are also qualified to inherit the god of the founding god. Regardless of whether you inherit the divine throne or not, you must swear to protect this magic bead and the fragments of the creation artifact on this sword forever, and take the safety of the people in the world as your own responsibility.

Nanling left tears in pain.

"Criminal, swear quickly!" Lu Quan's face was very painful, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"Nan Ling swears, in this life and this life, he will protect this magic bead and fragments, take the safety of the people in the world as his own responsibility, and break his bones and bones, and he will not give up!"

Lu Quan's pale face showed a relieved desolation and trance, and then he whispered: "Ling'er, don't hide it, this Divine Separation Demon Bead has left an imprint in your body, and your essence and blood have also been left in the Demon Bead. You and the orb are now in a symbiotic relationship, until you find a way to eliminate the brand, remember not to let it get too far away from you, otherwise the essence blood and spiritual power around you will be sucked away by it, and you will die of exhaustion!"

"Nanling understands!"

He clenched his fists hard and bowed his head, trying not to let his tears flow.

Everything has been explained, and Lu Jian has already shown his dead face.

The light in his eyes faded away, and death was waiting for him behind him.

He gently pressed his face against his wife's already cold and beautiful cheeks, and muttered to himself in pain and quietly, "Now...... I can finally accompany you..... my biggest mistake in this life .......... to let that magic bead seal on you. I should have sealed him in—"

He was already so angry that Nan Ling couldn't hear what the master was saying at all, and could only see a vague mouth shape.

What Nanling didn't expect was that Lu Quan's unspoken words would become Nanling's biggest demon in the years to come.

"Ling'er......." Lu Jian closed his eyes slightly, and called weakly with his last strength.

Nan Ling wanted to step forward to support him, but he waved his hand weakly and refused.

"You go to Zhongzhou...... The Ancient Dragon Dynasty ........ the Shennong Clan, the three human emperors, ....... to him...... Look at my sword...... Let's just say..... the time has come......."

Nanling nodded desperately.

"Ling'er ......."

"Don't blame the master........"

After that, a crystal tear was left in the corner of his eye, and then he fell backwards, holding his master and wife and falling into the cold pool!

Nan Ling stood still, helpless. He could do nothing but shed tears.

"Ahh

So far, Nanling's master and mother have both passed away!

Three days later.

Today, the night sky of the Arctic is extremely clear, and the moon is clear, reflecting the slender figure standing alone on the cliff, which looks very lonely.

The cold pool had been completely frozen by Nanling with aura, turning into permanent ice.

Beneath the steel-blue ice, his master and wife were sleeping peacefully.

Nan Ling had already changed into black clothes, tied the Divine Separation Demon Bead with a long thread, and put it around his neck, and wrapped the Xuanyuan Sword in black cloth and carried it on his back.

He stood on the cliff for a long time, for a long time, and did not move.

I don't know how long it took, Nan Ling raised his head sharply and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

As a disciple of Lu Press, he will not shed another tear.

He swears.

After putting everything in the cave in place, Nanling cleaned it thoroughly.

After leaving the cave, he glanced back, pinched it in his hand, and a clear light shot out from his fingers, hitting the glacier above the cave. With a loud rumbling sound, several huge blocks of ice and a huge amount of snow and mist fell one after another, blocking the cave tightly.

Nan Ling left without looking back.

On the white snow, a long series of lonely footprints stretched to the sky.