The edge of the Western Regions.

There was a thin figure walking among the snowy fields.

This is a very young man, his robe is a little shabby, blown up by the wind and snow, and the color is like a forest of white bones.

His face was a little pale, and there was a bleak rhyme between his eyebrows, and the snowflakes stuck to his eyebrows, between his hair, and on his cheeks, and they did not melt, but just like this, they were stacked one by one, as light as cotton wool, and they looked even more miserable.

It is not appropriate to describe it as miserable.

It's apathy.

This man didn't care how many snowflakes would stick to his body, on his robe, on his cheeks, and between his eyebrows, so he didn't even bother to use his vitality to melt them.

Because his vitality is precious.

And the snow falling on him didn't hinder his speed, so there was no need for him to waste any energy.

So he was covered in snow white.

So he looked like he was inevitably a little embarrassed.

Just like the white-robed Immortal Monarch who should have looked like an immortal, he actually looked like a down-and-out seeker at this moment.

Anyone who is covered in snow and walks slowly will not look like a true great cultivator.

But this man is different.

He is Dongjun.

Wang Xuezhai stepped forward with his left foot without the slightest pause.

Then step on your right foot in the snow.

Although the pace was slow, it was extremely steady, heading in one direction, in front of him was the endless snowfield of the Western Regions, and behind him was a series of footprints that were too late to be hidden by the heavy snow, connecting in a straight line.

And at the very end of that straight line, there was a blood-red mist.

It can't be dispersed.

......

......

Dongjun carried a long, narrow white piano case behind his back.

Unlike the bone robe covered with heavy snow on his body, this piano case was extremely well protected by Dongjun, and there was no snow at the beginning and end, and the snowflakes that fell down had already fallen outside the piano case, and were blocked by Dongjun's vitality.

There are many demons in the Western Regions.

Therefore, even the extremely powerful immortal master in the Ping Demon Division will definitely organize a team of his own when he travels to the Western Regions to perform a mission.

Going to the Western Regions alone is equivalent to entering the buried grave of the demon clan.

Dongjun's face was indifferent, and he stopped.

There is a convoy in the distance, neither fast nor slow, slowly coming from the snowfield horizon in the distance, following the wind and snow, and the sound of horses' hooves trampling on the heavy snow, from far to near.

The owner of the carriage saw the young man in the bone robe who was perched in the snow.

There will be no warm-hearted people in the Western Regions.

Because those people are dead.

Therefore, the convoy with the number "Xuanzi Seventh" printed on the carriage only glanced at it from a distance, did not make a glance, changed its direction again, circled in a huge circle, and deliberately avoided the bone-robed man standing on the snowfield.

The leader of the convoy looked indifferent, and there was a look of jealousy in his pupils.

He drove the carriage from a great distance, with gentle and skillful movements, and the convoy was full of characters who had been wandering for a long time.

Throughout, no one spoke out differently.

Because all the people in this train fleet know a truth.

"Since ancient times, there must be demons. ”

This man standing in the snow.

He just stood there with his lips pursed slightly, not moving, the strange white bone robe fluttered with the snow and wind, and his long hair danced with it, just in terms of posture, he was like an immortal who walked out of a splashed ink painting, but he didn't make a single sound, if he didn't see such a figure with his own eyes, and the footprints behind him, but only from the "hearing" to judge-

This man must not have been discovered.

Because he's too quiet.

It was so quiet that there was no sound of robes drumming, and there was no sound of long hair fluttering.

It's the ultimate quiet.

All the voices are controlled by him in a very small area.

The Xuanzi No. 7 convoy passed by the white-robed man and immediately accelerated.

Thankfully, the man didn't look like he was trying to stop the convoy.

Just left the man in the bone robe very smoothly.

One more moment.

The leader of the convoy narrowed his eyes.

He smelled blood.

Everyone in the convoy smelled the smell of blood.

It wasn't strong before.

The more the convoy moved forward on its route back to Beigusu Road, the stronger the bloody atmosphere became.

On the heavy snow, there is a line of light footprints, connected in a straight line.

Walk more than ten miles.

Wind...... It seems to have changed.

Someone looked up a little confused, and a patch of red snow flew in front of him.

Red snow in two and three patches.

More and more.

It flew from a certain direction, and the sheets were joined into flocculents.

Along with the red snow, the smell of blood, which was dozens of times stronger than before, slammed into the mouth and nose, piercing into the lungs along with the cold wind.

Stench.

Someone vomited.

Then a series of vomiting sounds came out one after another.

The leader of the Xuanzi No. 7 convoy had his pupils constricted, and he struggled to suppress the strong vomiting sensation coming from his throat, and his lower abdomen twitched, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he still couldn't help jumping out of the car, squatting in the snow and vomiting.

Two footprints in the distance, one foot at the other, stepped out.

The depth is the same, and the pit is white and flawless.

It was the footprints left by the extremely quiet man in the bone robe.

The footprint can be three feet away from the circumference.

Far away, you can see a piece of scarlet, rising in the air, the wind and snow can't blow away, the snowflakes fly through the rising scarlet, and they stick to the blood, turning into countless red snow.

There is the breath of a demon in the distance, and there is also the breath of a human.

They were all cut into pieces.

The man walked all the way.

The creatures that stood in the way were all cut into thousands of pieces by invisible things, and finally could not disperse and turned into blood mist.

Among them, most of them are demons, and they are full of blood.

There are even ....... The breath of the Nine Rank Great Demon!

The leader of the Xuanzi No. 7 convoy leaned on the carriage with difficulty, covering his mouth and nose, not wanting to breathe in the increasingly pungent demonic and bloody aura in the air.

In the distance of the snow, there was a head, blown by the strong wind, and the bones rolled to the front of the convoy.

It was a huge lion's head, the size of a human head with its wide eyes alone.

This nine-rank demon who was hung by the Ping Demon Division at the top of the bounty list of the ground characters has done a lot of evil in the past few days, and the Ping Demon Division has spent a lot of manpower and material resources, but he still can't subdue and kill this big demon.

And at this moment, he was dead, and his head was cut by something extremely sharp.

The body of the lion demon comparable to King Kong was crushed in the blood mist in the distance.

The wind blows and the snow blows.

The demonic aura overflowed the snowfield, and it was a terrible scene.

......

......

Dongjun pursed his lips slightly.

He walked out of Beigusu Road, came to the Western Regions, and walked thirty miles.

Alone.

All the monsters that blocked the way were all cut by him invisibly with the "sound" path.

Every time he kills a person, every time he kills a demon, his vitality will be less.

Ever since he was slashed by the "Great Yuan Qi Sword" of Yi Xiao and Wei Lingshan outside Beigu Su Dao, his realm had fallen to the bottom in one day.

That sword was too unreasonable, and it swallowed his vitality and melted it.

There was a bleak hint on Dongjun's complexion, which was because of the great loss of vitality.

Fortunately, his "sound" Dao method killing ability is extremely strong, and the consumption of vitality is not much.

Along the way, killing those demons has never delayed the slightest effort.

And those two ...... It's only worse than yourself.

At least when the vitality is exhausted.

Dongjun thought that even if he was in a very poor state now, as long as he could rush to the Western Regions to find Yi Xiao, it would be impossible for the two of them to have any means of resistance when they lost their vitality, and it would be impossible for them to escape again.

Dongjun took a light breath.

The "spring thunder" in the piano case has been providing itself with the right direction.

Chased all the way from Jiangnan Road to Beigusu Road, and never missed it.

Only now he stopped.

No more walking.

Dongjun slowly unloaded the Spring Thunder piano case, wrapped his hands around it, and stood it in front of him with difficulty, and then leaned half of his body lightly on the piano case.

He was a little tired.

It is cloudy and sunny, and now it is a "lack of time", the house leak coincides with the overnight rain, the vitality is bleak, and the spirit is the lowest point since birth.

Even if he was suppressed by Beixian Li Changge back then, he was only full of anger, smashed the piano and left, and he never really had physical fatigue like at this moment.

All around, it's the ultimate quiet.

The heavy snow was still falling in pieces, the castration was steady and continuous, and every snowflake fell on Dongjun's shoulders, and his hair seemed to add a weight.

Dongjun closed his eyebrows slightly, but still did not use his vitality to melt these snowflakes.

So the tiredness intensified.

It's obviously an extremely quiet three-foot range, but there seems to be some more sound at the moment.

Like the sound of snowflakes fluttering.

Soft and gentle.

Sleep-inducing, hard to refuse.

Dongjun closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound in his ears.

He closed his eyes and raised his head, "looking" into the distance, and whispered, "You seem to be waiting for me?"

In the snow in the distance, someone laughed and hummed.

He whispered, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

The man in the white bone robe frowned slightly.

The buzzing sound in my ears restored the sound of the robe drumming and the sound of the snow falling.

The world is no longer quiet.

His "sound" range quietly disintegrated.

A voice whispered in his ear, "You are tired, tired, you may as well sleep for a while, and lend me all these." ”

The voice followed his practice and flowed in his blood.

Can't refuse.

Sweet.

Dongjun opened his eyes a little blankly.

It was a face that had not aged after a hundred years.

Ice muscles and snow bones, without a wisp, naked, standing in the snow.

There are nine huge tails on the back, slightly curled up, as if holding up a barrier, blocking all the wind and snow.

The naked "woman" stretched out a hand and pinched the cheek of Dongjun, who looked blank in front of her, and then rubbed his hair, and the snow was flying.

She smiled and rubbed the man in her arms, lowered her head, and looked at this cultivator with perfect sound dao qualifications, and her soul took advantage of the chaos to take over this body with great ease.

The nine tails slowly retracted.

Shrink into a sphere.

Inside, a woman said quietly: "The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows." ”

"The moon is cloudy and sunny, and there are rounds. People have joys and sorrows, but there is no separation. ”

The voice was cold.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Nine tails spread out.

Dongjun, who had a charming expression, squatted down, patted the spring thunder qin box that seemed familiar to him, stroked it repeatedly, and murmured repeatedly.

"For a long time. ”

"For a long time. ”