The scroll of life was running, and the wind and snow around Luo Qiu rose again, and in the silver light in the sky, a trace of vitality was stripped from his body, and then submerged into Yin Yin's body.

The blood on Luo Qiu's face gradually receded, replaced by more and more terrifying paleness, the rapid loss of strength and vitality, the originally suppressed injuries struck again, and drops of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping on his clothes and flowers, bewitching and dazzling.

The work of the tea, but it seems that it has been half a year, Luo Qiu withdrew his right hand, his body was exhausted, and it was difficult to suppress the injury, and a mouthful of vermilion spit it out and sprinkled it in the flowers, which was extremely desolate.

Forcibly enduring the pain of being completely drained, Luo Qiu reluctantly returned to the carriage, and the next moment, the Bauhinia carriage rushed out of the Hou Mansion and swept straight towards the Siyi Courtyard.

The cold wind blew, and in the hundred gardens, Mrs. Xi came silently, looking at the sound that was still sleeping and the blood that was gradually drying up on the ground, her eyes were full of sadness.

Why, such pain should be borne by the two children.

The carriage returned to the Xuanqi Courtyard, but did not return to the residence of the medicine concubine, in a no-man's corner not far from the Fan Huo Tower, Luo Qiu secretly got out of the carriage, and then headed towards the Fan Huo Tower.

I didn't expect the old man's promise to be used so quickly.

There are nine floors in the Fire Tower, and there are forty-nine fire chambers on each floor, but the three floors and below are generally full, Luo Qiu is not picky, and he just finds an empty fire room and enters.

Of course, the empty fire chamber was already on the fourth floor.

The fire room is not big, one zhang square, push open the door, enter the eye, a blood furnace phantom rises and falls, a little fire is swirling, Luo Qiu turned his wheelchair into the room, and suddenly felt a heat wave rushing to his face.

Luo Qiu's rebirth scroll, the frost was agitated, the divine furnace was inductive, and the blood-colored fire fell, and the collision of ice and snow and the sea of fire violently distorted the surrounding air.

The next moment, Luo Qiu gathered all his breath, the frost disappeared, the fire wave roared, turning into blood and burrowing into the body, in an instant, in Luo Qiu's heart spring, the fire was colorful, vast as the sea, and the blood and qi were vast and galloping, flowing all over the body with the meridians, burning and forging every inch of skin.

"Ugh"

With a painful snort, Luo Qiu's face was sweating like rain, and the whole person seemed to be about to burn, igniting the fire to forge his body, and forcibly stimulating the dry heart spring.

"Huh?"

In the nine-story tower, a pair of eyes opened, looking at the blood-colored divine furnace floating above his head, revealing the difference.

"Another madman"

How can it be so easy to forge the body on fire, even the guys who have climbed to the ninth floor are not willing to try it, that kind of taste really makes life worse than death.

"It's horrible for these guys who don't see themselves as human beings"

There is no doubt that the fire forging body is the best method of cultivation, but there are few people who can endure that kind of pain, and it may be more human life than cultivation.

It's just that Luo Qiu has no choice, and if he wants to recover his body quickly, he can only do this.

"Uhh

Nearly two hours later, Luo Qiu, who had always been silent, suddenly trembled violently, and in the long snort of pain, the cold qi around his body was agitated, accompanied by a trace of blood spurting out, long black hair was flying, and strands of white hair were looming, as if he was crazy, which made people tremble.

Immediately, there was a deep silence, and when it reappeared, the door of the fire room opened, and Luo Qiu left silently.

The three-year stop cultivation has finally broken through, maybe the time is up, maybe the enlightenment, it is said to be lucky, and everyone understands the bitterness and astringency in it.

The path of cultivation, the spring of the heart, the sea of cultivation, the sea of suffering, the sea of suffering, the nine heavens are almost unattainable, how many geniuses are there in ancient and modern times, and how many people can really climb to the nine heavens.

The Nine Heavens are the ultimate in the world, each of which has trapped countless heroes, and Luo Qiu has been trapped in a heavy heaven for three years after opening up the Heart Spring, which is neither long nor short.

The carriage started and drove towards the residence of Concubine Yao, the sunset was over, the night was approaching, under the bright moon, the galloping carriage crossed a black shadow, the speed was amazing, showing that the owner of the carriage was not at peace in his heart, and he broke his promise.

The Xuanyi Courtyard in the night is very quiet, this is a road rarely walked, so Luo Qiu is not worried about bumping into people, he is a little anxious, saying that it is good before sunset, but he inadvertently forgets the time.

The carriage broke into the door and stopped in the courtyard, Ning Chen got out of the car, suddenly, his eyes shrank fiercely, and tears flowed involuntarily.

The medicine concubine dressed in red fell in the courtyard covered in blood, her eyes were closed, motionless, there was no trace of color on her charming face, and the blood under her body was still spreading, gradually staining the surrounding stone slabs.

Luo Qiu lost his mind in a pool of blood, gently picked up the medicine concubine, felt the delicate body that was about to go cold, and his heart quietly cracked.

"Why"

In the muffled murmur, Luo Qiu's eyes gradually lost their hard-won color, and returned to their former indifference.

He thought he had found his way, but he was lost again so quickly.

Why, exactly?

The moonlight is like frost, shining on the cold waterfall, the night is cold, the body is cold, and the heart is even colder.

The next moment, a little bewitching red light rose from the medicine concubine, silently and silently submerged into Luo Qiu's eyebrows, and faintly, the weak voice echoed, fleeting, almost inaudible.

"Green Frost Valley, Rhombic Flower"

Luo Qiu's eyes trembled, he slapped the void with one hand, the wheelchair took off, and he fell into the carriage with the medicine concubine, and immediately, the black horse neighed, and Tengteng ran out.

Triumphant Hou Mansion, and then welcome the guests of the day, Mrs. Xi was shocked, and the phoenix crown showed murderous intentions.

"What's going on!"

Luo Qiu didn't explain, and he didn't have time to explain.

"I'm going to the Valley of the Frosts"

When the words fell, Luo Qiu's body was full of silver light, and the scroll of life was reversed, destroying his foundation.

"Drink"

Under the dancing black hair, Luo Qiu's expression turned pale in an instant, and a trace of essence blood spurted out from his heart, splashing a foot high.

Luo Qiu stabilized his figure, swept the essence blood with a wave of his hand, condensed it in the palm of his hand, the cold air stirred, and quickly froze.

"Save Oto's life and wait for me to come back"

Directly throwing the blood beads to Mrs. Xi, Luo Qiu turned around and left, and the next moment, the carriage galloped and drove out of the Hou Mansion again.

In the far north plains, the cold moon hung high, and suddenly I saw the carriage running wildly, crossing a black phantom, an unusual horse, an unusual car, and then flying over the wasteland.

Luo Qiu ate the heartbroken grass and forcibly suppressed the injuries all over his body, almost looking for death, but he couldn't care about it.

He didn't know that in the Xuanqi Academy, several Supreme Elders went out of the customs and wanted to see the students who led the fire to forge the body, which caused the Xuanqi Courtyard to shake.

He didn't know that Xie Yifeng, the young city lord of Fengling City, had come to the Imperial City, and he also brought his sister who had just successfully opened up the heart spring.

He also didn't know that in the southwest of the dynasty, the military division entered the Four Strange Palaces and slaughtered the killers of the Four Palaces of Smoke, Cloud, Wind and Fire.

......

After seven days of wild running, the carriage finally stopped, Luo Qiu got out of the car, and looked at the strange valley full of cold and snow in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the strange land of the northern soil, the Green Frost Valley is a place, with ice and snow all year round, like the polar region.

However, this is the forbidden place of the Cijian Heavenly Pavilion.

In the valley, a sword with a bright ink in the wind and snow, the tip of the sword dripping blood, the frost on the sword, all year round, next to it, a young man half-lying, dressed in a black white coat, with a handsome face, eyes half-closed without a trace of human emotion, the lonely swordsman, crossed the way forward.

"In Xia Luoqiu, ask for a diamond crystal flower" Luo Qiu came to the valley and made a request.

"Take a step forward, kill" The young man's eyes did not move, and his lips spit out the most ruthless killing intent.

There was nothing to say, the road ahead was blocked, Luo Qiu had no choice, turned his wheelchair, and wanted to forcibly break through.

At the same moment, the ink sword flew, spinning in the air, bringing up a waterfall of snowflakes, in the snowflakes, the young man got up, his body moved, the sword moved, the cold sword, the cold eyes, the beginning of the martial arts.

Suddenly, Luo Qiu didn't have time to think about it, and relied on the unparalleled foundation to connect the sharp sword moves.

"When"

The sword and the fingers collided, stirring up the snow, the sword blade was merciless, the move turned again, and the downward split, the fingers also condensed the frost, like a shadow, swinging away the ink sword.

The young man who was not good at fighting at the beginning, these days, he has to learn to fight, and with his concerns, he naturally can't go back to the past.

In the Qingshuang Valley, the strength is restricted, and the skills that can be used are seven or eight out of ten, but the foundation forged by the scroll of life is unparalleled in the world, Luo Qiu is not afraid, and between the moves, it is not affected at all.

The young man is very strong, he is the strongest opponent Luo Qiu has encountered in his life, stronger than Gulou, between the sword moves, mottled and mixed, but it is not like the evil way, the changing sword is unpredictable.

The move was blocked, Luo Qiu gave up his weakness, and relied on the unparalleled foundation to protect the foot in front of him, the same move, and the ever-changing sword.

The wheelchair takes one step, the carriage follows one step away, Luo Qiu's moves are simple, just to move forward.

"Your moves, no class and no difference, come from the unequaled foundation, inject your own comprehension, there is a kind of loneliness and persistence of protection, let me rise up to destroy all this"

When the words fell, Jun Shaoqing moved again, the ink sword was as fast as a flash, cutting open the guard, and a sword stabbed straight through the body.

"Ugh"

Luo Qiu didn't dodge, blood gushed out from his right chest, and in a long muffled snort, the cold qi around his body surged, the silver light swept through the wind and snow, and the body around the ink sword quickly froze.

"Huh?"

Jun Shaoqing frowned, his handsome and bewitching eyes flashed with silver light, the hand holding the sword did not let go, and the other hand shook the momentum of the sea and slapped Luo Qiu's heart.

Luo Qiu endured the pain in his chest, urged his body, and met it with the same palm.

"Boom"

There was a shock, and between the two, the wind and snow rolled wildly, and under Jun Shaoqing and Luo Qiu, the mountain rock collapsed and sank three inches deep.

Blood dripped down, the two were injured at the same time, and no one took advantage of the duel of the foundation.

However, with this moment's heavy blow, Luo Qiu could no longer trap the ink sword, Jun Shaoqing's figure moved, pulled out the ink sword, the sword swung the afterimage, the beauty in the ink bloomed poignantly, and the blood light rose, straight into the clouds.

"Half a day of remnant red reflecting the river and moon"

Extreme moves, with extreme swords, a surge of pressure came to his face, Jun Shaoqing's skills were raised to the peak, and no more moves were left to end this life-and-death battle.

There is no choice, there is no way to retreat, Luo Qiuyun's last body, his body slowly rises, standing in the air, for a while, the sky is full of snow, the frost is condensed, and the silver light is dazzling in the world of wind and snow, and the gods are frightened.

"The Scroll of Life, the Snow Waves Sink Down"

In the current dynasty, Luo Qiu used his half-dead body to force his unsuccessful move, and suddenly, blood spurted out from his body, and the wind and snow world was instantly dyed with vermilion.

The ink sword cut through the air, the blood light was amazing, but it stopped at the approaching moment, Jun Shaoqing's brows furrowed slightly, the sword was saved, and he was behind him.

"You are injured, this battle has no intention, please go back"