The roof of the Tiansu Building.

The green tiles are in shambles, and there are scenes of destruction that have exploded by Yuan Li after the Great War.

The black-clothed young man staggered to his feet, stumbled two steps forward, staggered, and fell forward suddenly, his hands on the ground, drenched in blood, and half lying on the edge of the eaves of the cracked Tiansulou with green tiles.

He froze, slowly moving his head and looking down.

It's not just Tianshulou.

The whole of Luoyang.

Most of Luoyang, shrouded in the ice and snow domain of the city lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City, was covered with a thin layer of green frost, and under this layer of different shades of cold, it was the black embers of the Vermilion Bird when it burned the city, and the traces left by the trampling of the riotous crowd.

After Luoyang opened the city gate, the flow of people outside the city was almost dispersed.

It's half an empty city.

The color of the small hall was wooden, and the eyes were blank, and they turned around inside and outside Luoyang City, and finally regathered in front of the Tianshu Building, the three-foot wind and snow dense place.

That familiar breath......

That's where it came from.

Yi Xiao muttered, "Why?"

Even if the brain is blank.

Even if the mind has been lost.

He could still make out the faint overflow in the wind and snow, a wisp of ghostly soul.

Murong.

It's not that ...... Is she dead?

Murong died in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, in front of Jiangnan Province, and finally Xiao Wang killed the entire Jiangnan Province and leveled the Jiangnan martial arts.

But why......

Why?

Yi Xiao's eyes swelled with blood, and the dragon and snake roared in his mind, as if sensing the subtle breath of the previous master, he opened his narrow eyes and turned over the river and the sea.

Anger rolls for no reason.

Yi Xiao stared at the blizzard below the Tiansu Tower.

Was it he, who killed his own mother?

Who killed Murong?

Is it the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City, or the entire Wind and Snow Silver City?

Mess.

......

......

In the three-foot wind and snow, the cold raged, and the breath of the red clothes began to be reduced, and the blood and qi seeped out through the wind and snow.

Bloody breath.

Yi Xiao's eyes were red, and her pupils were like a green lotus blooming in a sea of blood.

His lotus face clearly saw that the woman in red in the wind and snow was so arrogant and unreasonable that she clenched her shoulders, and at the last moment of her life, she seemed to be suddenly choked by the throat, violently shaken, dragged, bitten, and pulled!

She was a dying person whose soul had passed away and could not be restored.

And how to resist this beastly tearing?

So the red robe was torn apart in the wind and snow, revealing shoulders that were paler than the wind and snow, and a pure white carcass with blood stains.

Mu Hongyi was still smiling.

She allowed the angry man to tear open his red clothes, and let the heirs who came to the world with too much emptiness, venting her anger and hatred on her body.

The three-foot wind and snow covered the unbearable words of the city lord of Silver City.

But it can't cover the lotus phase.

Mu Hongyi's gaze passed through the wind and snow, the corners of his lips were bloody, and he smiled inexplicably.

Not tragic.

Mu Hongyi looked at the black-clothed young man with red and blue pupils.

Her gaze froze at that slightly raised angle.

Then a little bit of color fades.

First, his knees smashed on the wind and snow, and the green frost spread, quickly extending the snow-white thighs to cover it.

The strand of black hair that Mu Hongyi was torn off, scattered in the wind, with an extra layer of bleak frost, did not have time to drift, and then was shattered by the angry Yuan Force of the Silver City City Lord.

All the roars are shielded by wind and snow.

And so the world fell silent.

Only the black-clothed young man upstairs could see Mu Hongyi kneeling in the wind and snow, with a smile on his face.

It's the best smile in the world.

It's just too pale.

So it's not pretty.

There seemed to be something stuffed in His Royal Highness's throat, it was a knife, and it went down, straight to the heart, and smashed all the internal organs, so he just stared into the wind and snow in a daze, and after a while, he desperately covered his throat, desperately vomited, and wanted to spit out the knife.

To no avail.

The three-foot wind and snow in Yi Xiao's ears whistling, joking, is more like stating an objective fact to himself-

The woman in red will never speak again.

She only looked at herself at the last moment.

She's dead.

He's dead.

......

......

What is dead?

Yi Xiao's eyes lost their brilliance, and she was thinking about this question in a daze.

For no reason, he thought of some people who had passed away.

Lao Miao, Lao Duan, Old Man Su, Lord Sword......

When you're dead, there's nothing left.

You can't see her anymore, you can't talk anymore, you just hate her anymore, and you don't have time to bury her.

And the red clothes died.

Yi Xiao propped her hands on the roof of the Tiansu Building, her eyes through the wind and snow.

He looked at the smiling woman in red, who was still kneeling on the ground, but was dead.

His Royal Highness couldn't figure it out.

She has always been a dying person, and her end has long been predestined.

But why......

Why did she smile with relief at this time, and she was more sad than anyone else in this world?

Yi Xiao couldn't figure it out.

At this time, the innermost part of the heart was like a piece of ice, which was knocked with a sharp stick, desperately, and kept knocking, and finally knocked open the ice as he wished.

In the innermost, there is cold and merciless iron.

Iron that will never be knocked open by anyone again.

The man is as dead as iron.

Yi Xiao slowly closed her eyes, and her throat seemed to be pierced straight into her chest by a knife, and blood gushed up her throat.

And he swallowed the blood raw.

Swallowed the knife.

So there was no roaring, no hoarseness, no heartbreaking.

After a knife through the heart-

Nothing.

There is only a deathly calm.

Yi Xiao opened his eyes again, and his eyes returned to pitch black.

There is no lotus phase, and there is no blood.

He looked at the wind and snow, and without the blessing of the lotus phase, he could no longer see the woman in red kneeling on the ground in the wind and snow.

His eyes were dark, as if he had died or something.

What's alive again.

His Royal Highness whispered, "I understand......"

He looked at the man in the snowstorm.

Yi Xiao understood.

Yes.

That's him.

He was the one who killed the red.

Her mother Murong, even if it is Qi Liang, has to devote all her strength to cover up the truth of her death...... Apart from the Wind and Snow Silver City, what other forces in this world can do it?

That's him.

The lord of the Silver City of Wind and Snow.

And the entire Wind and Snow Silver City behind him.

It was not only the red clothes that were killed, but also Lao Duan and Lao Miao, and many, maybe more.

And the next one is yourself.

You can't go wrong.

This account, these accounts, must be counted on the head of the Wind and Snow Silver City.

What "breaking moment"?

What "mission"?

Yi Xiaomulan clenched the green tiles, slightly retracted his five fingers, and suddenly shattered a series of green tiles in his palm.

Thoroughly shattered.

Under the lurking of the dragon and snake, a dragon and a snake squinted slightly, so the qi on the little highness's body spread unconsciously through the palm of his hand, and the piercing green tile exploded with a loud sound, and the entire Tianshu Building was shaken by this qi machine.

Murderous energy began to accumulate.

These high-sounding words, in Yi Xiao's opinion, are just jokes.

His Royal Highness stood up, his heart was dark, and his heart was like falling into the abyss, falling deeper and deeper, and he couldn't extricate himself.

He exhaled softly.

That man killed Hongyi'er, next, it's his turn, right?

Can't escape.

Can't escape.

So it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if you're dead or alive.

A voice whispered in the bottom of his heart: "Kill." ”

A string trembled lightly at the bottom of my heart.

The voice chuckled—

"Since they are all going to die, what else is there to worry about about those things?"

"Don't you already remember some of those memories before the age of six?"

"Why are you afraid of death?"

"What is there to be afraid of death?"

"If you fight with him, you will live and die, and if you die, he will not survive. ”

The voice stopped abruptly.

Yi Xiao's body was slightly stunned.

There was a burst of warmth behind him, and someone stretched out his arms and hugged him.

Wei Lingshan burst into tears, hugged Yi Xiao, her voice choked, and looked at the temples of His Royal Highness, which was now a scarlet color, shocking, His Royal Highness's body was full of bloodthirsty sword qi.

It's Xiao Cheng's Killing Sword Domain.

Why did he cultivate this kind of sword domain?

He's already enchanted?

Wei Lingshan's voice choked and said, "Take me away." ”

......

......

From the beginning of embarking on the path of cultivation, the first week that Yi Xiao opened up was the Great Zhoutian.

In other words, he had already embarked on the path of cultivating the Demon Path.

started from inheriting the dragon and snake appearance left by his mother Murong.

Start with the practice of self-forgetfulness.

This is a point of no return.

Those who practice the Demon Path rarely have good results. Even the amazing Rain Demon is now buried in the Ice Wood Lake.

Either by his own hands, or by the catastrophe.

And in exchange for his life, it is an unreasonable breakthrough in the cultivation of the Demon Dao, there is no so-called bottleneck, and it will come naturally.

So His Royal Highness's breath rose and rose.

He has no tendency to stop at all.

Yi Xiao calmly stretched out his hand and covered Wei Ling's hand around his waist.

His movements paused slightly.

Wei Lingshan watched in a daze as the black-clothed young man moved his hand away.

He still insists on staying in Luoyang, that is, he insists on sending him to death.

A person who has a cute idea of life and death, will he still care about being enchanted?

No, it won't.

......

......

In the game of chess in Sky Wolf City, he came into contact with the White Lotus Ink Robe Mountain Lord, and knew that his identity was the co-master of the Demon Sect in the world.

After trying his best to consult Qi Liang's library, he finally learned that his mother was the holy daughter of the Demon Sect.

When he invited Beiguan, the black-robed saint Yuanzi who created the selfless Sutra, named him to let himself practice the Demon Dao.

Yi Xiao never had the idea of running the Great Zhou Tian again, and since then, he has practiced the mental method, and he has also practiced cautiously based on the incomplete Thirty-Three Heavenly Sutras of Buddhism.

He knew that there were many people in the world who were looking forward to his own path to the devil.

And he was the only one who didn't want to.

But now, does he have a choice?

Yi Xiao didn't look at Wei Lingshan, who was surrounded by pear blossoms and rain behind him.

He just whispered, "I don't have a choice." ”