He Yang left gloomily and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes with extreme dazedness and pain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After searching for several days, he still did not find any trace of He Yang, as if he had evaporated in the world, and there was no trace at all.

However, the news that He Yang was a demon cultivator spread quickly, spreading at a speed, and gradually spread to every area on the east bank of the Luochuan River.

This couldn't help but make all the people who had intersections with He Yang in an uproar, and they were all afraid in their hearts.

For a while, the wind was loud, everyone was in danger, and the whole world was full of voices to conquer Xu Shui, and it became more and more intense, turning into an unprecedented annihilation action of mortals and monks, men, women and young and old.

said: "The rise and fall of the world, everyone is responsible, destroy Xu Shui, and drive away the evil spirits!"

The four major sects have become the leading forces, calling on all large and small forces on the east bank of the Luochuan River and their family forces to carry out a net search and arrest operation in all parts of the world.

Even the entire East Coast Center, Biyue City, which is a giant on one side, has also issued a statement that it will assist and kill Xu Shui at all costs.

The heavens and the earth suddenly surged, and all the spearheads were pointed at He Yang.

......

The snow is fluttering, the sky is misty, and the cold wind is free......

In a big mountain near the Kaishan Sect, He Yang's figure staggered forward in the wind and snow, so lonely and bleak, the snowflakes blew, covering his bright eyes.

He Yang's thoughts crossed, and he remembered that at the last moment of the crisis, the Dark Dragon poured out all the vitality in his body and brought him all the way here, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The voice of the dark dragon still echoed in his mind.

"Boy, the old dragon is exhausted in my body, and I am about to fall into a deep sleep, you have to do it yourself, don't finish playing with yourself, otherwise even if the old dragon and I turn into a ghost, I will entangle you for the rest of my life. ”

He Yang unconsciously sank his mind into his chest, and the small worm that the dark dragon turned into was like death, and it had already lost any breath, and the possibility of living was almost zero.

He Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I have become such a miserable appearance now, I am not tolerated by the world, even the power of my cultivation is as if it is silent, and it is difficult to operate anymore, at this time, what is the difference between me and those mortals, all of this is thanks to you." ”

“...... Hahaha...... The world is so big, how can there be a place for me in Xu Shui!"

He Yang looked up to the sky and smiled, at this moment he had a strong ridicule of his fate, and the few black stripes on his face became more and more terrifying as his expression continued to change.

After walking a few steps, He Yang's body fell into the snow with a bang, and was gradually covered by the flying snow.

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It was night, it was as dark as ink, the wind and snow were still there, and under the snow, He Yang's body was still sleeping quietly.

The piece of Heavenly Soul Jade on his chest was emitting a misty faint light, and the warm current of the Dao Dao flowed out of it, beginning to spread all over his body, limbs, and hundreds of remains.

The snow on his body began to slowly melt until it all melted.

It wasn't until a long time later that He Yang's fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"The ants are still stealing their lives, I have no reason to spare my life, until the last moment, how can I give up lightly, no matter what the outcome is, my belief will never change!

He Yang's eyes showed a determined look, and he got up from the snow, at this moment he was no longer confused, his steps were deep and shallow in the snow, and he walked slowly forward.

The snow on the ground became thicker and thicker, and as the day changed, light and darkness alternated back and forth, He Yang dragged his scarred body and walked through the snow for three full days.

That irresistible fatigue made his crumbling body even more difficult, and if it weren't for the last trace of persistence in his heart, I'm afraid he would have collapsed.

He Yang is naturally inconvenient to walk on the official road, because he is mistaken for the identity of a demon cultivator, and people all over the world are searching for his traces, and he is like a mouse crossing the street, who can only walk through the endless mountains.

Faced with the embarrassment at this time, He Yang's only hope was to be in the Holy Wind Ridge, the world's most fierce place where everyone was terrified.

Although it is said that entering the Holy Wind Ridge is dead and alive, for the current He Yang, it is the only choice.

After all, it is a piece of loess, and life is rebirth, and it is a journey.

"If I don't die, when I am reborn in Nirvana, it will be the time to wash the forces of the major sects in blood. ”

The chill in He Yang's eyes was three points colder than the cold of this icy and snowy land, and he supported the broken body with this belief and prevented it from falling.

He Yang finally crossed the area of the Middle God Sect at dusk, only a stone's throw away from the Holy Wind Ridge.

Not far in front of him, there was a stone tablet diagonally inserted, with several rows of blood-colored small characters written impressively: As soon as you enter the Holy Wind Ridge, set foot on the Huangquan Road. Nine deaths cannot be born, and the king should melt the frost and soil.

He Yang suddenly stopped, looking back at the towering peaks of the Divine Sect behind him, and the past passed through his heart one by one.

"Time has passed, things are wrong, if you go back to the beginning, can you still get back the feeling you had before?"

He Yang muttered softly, his eyes revealing the vicissitudes that did not belong to his age, full of reminiscence.

“...... Top 10 Young Masters...... The first young master...... Nangong Yifang...... If life is only as it ...... first seen"

He Yang stood in place for a long time, until the end of the night, and finally shook his head unwillingly, dragged his heavy steps, crossed the stone tablet, and stepped into the Holy Wind Ridge.

Not long after He Yang entered the Holy Wind Ridge, two figures, a man and a woman, suddenly appeared in the place where he had left.

The woman's elegance is peerless, although she is in middle age, she looks delicate and charming, and she is more and more beautiful and moving.

The man is also middle-aged, and his rough face is a masterpiece of magic workmanship, which can hardly hide his heroic posture full of majesty, and the whole person is indifferent.

If He Yang was here, he would definitely recognize his face, it was the mysterious middle-aged man who kidnapped Luo Qingwu that day and insisted on taking her as an apprentice.

At this moment, the beautiful woman was looking at the middle-aged man with frowning eyebrows, exuding a slight anger.

"Xingchenzi, why did you stop me? Do you know how important Xu Shui is, and what it means to us? As long as he enters the Holy Wind Ridge in this state, there is no possibility of surviving at all, unless he has the ability to reach the sky. ”

When the middle-aged man heard what the woman said, he smiled faintly: "Linglongzi, before the seal is broken, we can't interfere too much with everything in Xu Shui, otherwise it will violate the prophecy, and it will affect the trajectory of his fate, and the palace master will never allow you to act so recklessly." ”

When the middle-aged man said at the end, his eyes instantly became cold, and a shocking momentum emanated from his body, diffusing towards the woman.

"Xingchenzi, don't think I'm afraid of you, today's matter is temporarily stranded, and when Xu Shui appears again, you will stop me, don't blame me for not thinking about the friendship of the same family at that time. ”

After the woman finished speaking, the figure disappeared in place.

The middle-aged man looked at the fog behind the stele, let out a long sigh, and the figure left immediately.