The wind and snow were blowing, the sword qi was tidal, and a lotus robe flew over the snowy grassland.

His Royal Highness ran with his feet, his sword intent was light, as if he was stepping on a black line, two waves of heavy snow flew out and scattered, and the black line disappeared in an instant, all the way to the west.

Coming out of the silver city, Yi Xiao's white scarf had already contained Murong's two divine souls.

These two divine souls are extremely precious, there are a total of three souls, and only the last wisp needs to be collected...... Perhaps, there will be miracles.

Yi Xiao clenched the fist in his sleeve, looked into the distance with a resolute face, the white expanse was covered with heavy snow, the eight-foot mountain collapsed, and after the desolate people moved west, they moved to nowhere, starting from the northern plains, and at his speed, he had been on the road for several days.

I went to the Western Regions because of the "Western Regions Immortal Law".

Yi Xiao has always had an ominous premonition in her heart...... In Lanling City, Tianque has been following the pace of the teacher all these years, under the leadership of Yuan Tiangang, the underground organization of Tianque, crazy towards the word "immortal", throughout the ages, no one has ever escaped the fate of becoming a handful of white bone loess.

And the teacher ...... No matter how you look at it, it's an exception.

Qi Liang's library, the history of the past, the mutilated murals...... From slash-and-burn farming, to the war of iron horses, to the bloodshed, and then to the Taiping period, this young man came from the end of the years, with an ageless appearance, united with the ten sages of Confucianism to fight against the Great Qin Emperor, supported the overlord of Western Chu to subvert the Great Qin, witnessed the rise and decline of the entire Shifu era, and in the era of the Eight Great Iron Cavalry Conquests, he conquered the vast territory of the nineteen provinces in the south of the Yangtze River with his father.

On the left and right sides, one side is peace, one side is war, two ends in front and back, one end is the past, and the other end is the future.

Why is such a person ...... Will you be so committed to research, the word immortal?

Hasn't he already attained immortality?

He wanted to live a little longer...... A little longer, he's lived long enough and still doesn't feel like enough.

Only one thing can be said.

He's going to die too.

In the vast snowfield, Yi Xiao was isolated from the outside world, he didn't know how the Northern Expedition was going, and he didn't know how long Luoyang City would be captured, and whether Xiguan would join the battlefield...... But he had a vague intuition.

The one who hides under the situation of the Civil War and makes himself feel uneasy.

It's my own teacher.

Yuan Tiangang was waiting for the battlefield to end.

And this day, it won't be long.

Yi Xiao never thought that she would one day stand on the opposite side of the teacher.

He is very familiar with his teacher who is always calm, Taishan collapses in front of him and his color does not change, the elk is happy on the left and his eyes are not instantaneous, he looks like a young man, his chest is huge, and he is always the winner on the scale.

Because it is familiar, it is fearful.

Before the age of sixteen, he studied with the teacher every day, nine miscellaneous studies, from the book, to calligraphy and painting, to chess scales, each family is strong, all kinds of miscellaneous, the boy from his childhood, to the last youth, has always maintained that smile, everything in the world, all in the chest.

Everything, everything.

And such a gentle, erudite, all-knowing and all-powerful person has stayed in the Lanling City of Qiliang for sixteen years and established such an appearance......

One day, you find out that these are all fake.

It's just a disguise.

He may be a man full of resentment, but he pretends to smile. Maybe he is an extremely extreme person, but he pretends to be mild. Maybe a stubborn and ruthless person, but he laughs suavely and understandingly.

There is no such thing as a perfect person in this world.

There are only perfect characters.

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In ancient times, any of the ten demon kings under the command of the Great Monarch was a ruthless character who was in charge of the Confucian saints.

The demon clan has not yet retreated to the Western Regions and carved up this vast land with humans.

Until the fall of the Great Monarch, the demon clan retreated again and again, and finally settled in the Eight Feet Mountain, taking the boundless snow field as their last retreat.

The saint of Confucianism, the Taoist ancestor of Taoism, and the bodhisattva of Buddhism...... These big people, left more or less inheritance, in the Central Plains there are still circulating, such as the gradual decline of the next nine miscellaneous arts, is the product of Confucianism and Taoism after the merger, single learning one, if you can be proficient, it is enough to shine, if you can learn three or four of them, it is a great stranger, such as the Northern Wei Dynasty teacher Xuan Shangyu, the purple robe brain learning is very mixed, from the Buddhism after stealing all the people, mainly occult arts, vertical and horizontal yin and yang, at least three spells in the sleeve, plus Buddhism supernatural powers, a skill, the soul of the Tao attainments are unfathomable。

Most of the spells of these big men are for the purpose of verifying immortality.

The "immortal stroke" in Confucianism, the "knotted hair and longevity seal" in Taoism, vertical and horizontal yin and yang, pay attention to swallowing luck and cultivating one's own body, these are all in order to live longer.

In the era when capable people and strangers emerged one after another, those great monks lived for a long time by relying on their own techniques, some were hundreds of years, some were close to a thousand years, and there were also natural sword embryos like the sword master, and finally the Yangshou assembly exceeded a thousand years, and the limit far exceeded that of the saints of the three sects.

But it is recognized that it is the closest to the step of immortality.

It is the Maharaja of the Western Regions.

The man sitting on the top of the snowy mountain, reincarnated in the tenth life, with the Western Regions Immortal Method, was almost about to take the last step.

He was only one human body away.

And Yi Xiao ...... It's such a body, the Western Regions Immortal Law, the coveted human body.

X.

The perfect one.

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Majestic snowfall, falling on the snowy mountains in the far west.

The old man with white eyebrows and beard, wearing a white robe, his hands hanging down, his big sleeves fluttering, he was a monster who had lived for a long time, the withered hands hidden in his sleeves, there was a bleak emerald green lingering, and he looked gentle and easy, he stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain, surrounded by dozens of young demon clans in black robes.

Take a step back, and you'll find a cliff.

The black-robed demons did not have the slightest intention of giving in.

They just stared at the old man in front of them in silence and silently, waiting for him to make his final choice.

The old man said calmly: "Fengbai is dead, don't you understand...... Our Maharaja has returned. ”

"The demon clan has the blood of the emperor flowing in its body, and no matter how fragile the demon is, it also has the gift of the Maharaja. His face was calm, and his gaze swept from under the young face in the black robe one by one: "You must have felt it when that person descended on the Western Regions...... Kill me now, and when the Maharaja returns, you'll regret it. ”

"Old man white. ”

In the crowd, a tall figure slowly stood up.

He lifted off his black robe, his fangs were full of fangs, this young demon, the transformation was extremely successful, if he stung off the two saber teeth that showed downward, he would be the most handsome kind of person in the human world.

When the eight-foot mountain collapsed and the desolate people and the demon clan moved west together, the balance between the two was invisibly broken.

The demon clan is born with a strong body, and those half-demons are more adaptable to the snow field than the desolate people, and in these days of westward migration, because of the favor of the king's blood, some demon clans have begun to return to their ancestors...... The more the demon clan declines, the more lucky there are a few lucky people who can inherit huge talents.

The white old man is just a half-demon, and his body has the blood of the demon clan of Xuemu in the Western Regions...... This kind of monster, in addition to living for a long time, has no other specialties, and compared with the saber-toothed tiger, which is an extremely aggressive killing monster, it seems fragile and vulnerable.

And the handsome young demon who stood out in front of him was a new type of monster born in the Western Regions, and after moving to the eight-foot mountain and then to the west, the camp of the Western Regions was cut and divided into several categories.

A kind of Gu Shengcheng's old department, after Gu Shengcheng unified Bachi Mountain, they occupied a huge advantage, and the matter of moving west was also decided by them...... Even if that man never came out again, they still held the dominance of the demon clan.

It's just a little ridiculous that after Gu Shengcheng took over the Chess Palace, for those who were like when he first entered the Chess Palace, the desolate people, half-demons, and even desperate humans who had suffered the huge blow of the local demons, the original intention was to support and cultivate.

But he left too early, too quickly.

After the collapse of the eight-foot mountain and the westward migration of the demon clan...... These desolate people, half-demons, have been suppressed again.

As for the humans who took refuge in the Western Regions, most of them didn't have time to absorb the demon blood of the blood pool and became new members of the Chess Palace...... Already on the long and hungry journey to the west, he has become the food for his future comrades.

The black-robed man with his fangs baring in front of him is the person with the most power in the demon clan today.

In terms of cultivation, he is now probably comparable to the first-class domain intent masters among human beings, and has inherited the talent of the white tiger of Fengbai...... If Wang Luo, the god general of Qi Liang, comes to the Western Regions, with the help of the geographical advantages of the local area, this young demon should be able to get a little better.

The power of the Western Regions, after the collapse of the Eight Feet Mountain, is so seriously degraded.

The blood pool is gone, and the savings of the demon clan for thousands of years are gone.

The upper floor of the Chess Palace, with all their might, took away a small part of the blood pool.

In addition to Gu Shengcheng's old department, the other category is the staunch supporters of the return of the Maharaja, who are regarded as "royalists".

The Maharaja descended on the Eight Feet Mountain, and pointed to the dead wind...... The old man of the past, the part of the power that was deeply rooted in the chess palace, began to fear the day when the maharaja returned.

All conspiracies, in the face of absolute power, are a blank slate.

Vulnerable.

The young demon who showed his saber teeth grinned and said gently, "Old man white...... I worked hard for Lord Qinghuo, and I used to believe that the Lord could come back, but if the Lord could really come back, then Lord Suzaku would also come back. ”

Sabertooth retracted his smile and said, "But Suzaku-sama is dead." The Western Regions are now in a desperate place, and Lord Qinghuo is the only hope for the Western Regions. ”

"Humans are so hard at war that they don't have time to take care of us until they're done...... It's useless for us to hide anywhere. The young demon reached into his robe with one hand and pulled out a long cyan rope tied to his chest, and at the end of the rope was a pitch-black reverse cross key.

The wind and snow fell on the reverse cross key, and the lines were hot and flowing, and the snowflakes were instantly burned to ashes by the high temperature.

He slowly stretched out his other hand, palm facing upward, and said softly, "Old man Bai, take the key to open the small world...... Hand it over. The fire in the Western Regions can be rekindled. ”