I will Bury the Gods Chapter 404: : Sisters (4)

"How come..."

Debris of wind and fire blows in your face.

The special cheeks are shining in the light and darkness, and the silver hair of the same color as the soul spring is also fluttering against the wind and fire, just like a soul scarf.

She always thought that her father lived in the Dragon Lord's Palace. Although he was old, he still maintained a shrewd mind and planned everything behind the scenes. She also always thought that the Great Spirit Dry Tree is the real god, who was imprisoned in the Holy Tree Garden and chose her to save, but...

The scene in front of her was like a nightmare, shattering all her imagination. She wanted to escape, but her knees were weak and she almost fell to her knees.

Yuanmi, the breath of the dragon she felt in the Holy Tree Garden back then came from the King of Void.

In a sense, the Great Spirit Dry Tree is just a tool for extracting the power of the Void King, and it is always the corpse of the king buried in the ground that really endures thousands of cuts.

She loathes her own dragon blood, as well as her fellow clan, but the majestic and loving father she is looking for does not exist... It was just a misunderstanding.

Loath and love are two sides of this misunderstanding.

Now, the Great Spirit Dry Tree is burning, and the Void King is dead. No matter what she is looking for, it is all in vain.

She killed countless people, but no one was able to save her. So what is the meaning of her existence?

"You... did all of this?" Shu Yu asked in a harsh voice.

"Well, before the father gave birth to me, he was seriously injured and his bones and blood were incomplete. After he gave birth to me, he was so weak that he fell into a deep sleep. After entering His heart, the Shenmu grew rapidly, destroying his already crippled heart."

Hunquan did not hesitate to explain, she smiled faintly, and said: "I am the real master of the Dragon Lord Hall and the Holy Tree Courtyard." "You betrayed father."

Shu Yu's voice seemed to be stripped of emotion, without any waves.

"Well. I betrayed him, and my scales were cursed by the betrayal and turned into the color of blood, but I did not betray the will of my father. What my father is unable to do, I will do for him .”

Hunquan stroked Shuyu's long silver hair, held a strand in his palm and looked at it, and said leisurely: "Are you hating me? Hey... Over the years, my father has given birth to many Many offspring, I know, this is his final struggle of will, he may want to leave some blood in the world, even if it is a mixed blood with humans, or he may hope that a certain child will be promising and wake him up again. ...Gods will struggle before they die, although such struggles are meaningless.”

Hunquan smiled slightly and continued: "If you hate me, just keep it. I can't see your future clearly, but, sister, take a good rest from your current powerless weakness and turn it into strength. Come to me for revenge."

Shu Yu has not yet freed herself from the shock of the truth, and has no time to think about revenge so far away. She just said: "You kill me now."

Hunquan was stunned, and asked with a smile: "Is this heart ashamed?"

"If you don't kill me now, you will regret it." Shuyu said stubbornly. This is just a ruthless sentence, and there is no possibility that it can be realized.

Hunquan shook his head, not thinking too much. "Why are you crying?"

Looking at this unfamiliar younger sister, Hunquan was surprised: "Accordingly, you and Xubai have nothing to do with each other, you are indifferent and bloodthirsty, you have killed so many people, yet you still shed tears for your father's death? "

After hearing the words, Shuyu touched her cheek, only to realize that she was really crying. ....

In the main city of the king.

Chu Lu knelt beside Xian Yao, also crying non-stop.

Although Xian Yao tried her best to restrain herself, Chu Lu could still feel that she was gradually falling into division and madness. Xian Yao raised her head and watched the fireworks of the old sacrificial ceremony. There was no expression in her pupils, just indifferently Reflecting the sky full of flames.

After a long time, finally no more particles of fire rose into the sky. The fireworks burn out.

The sky darkened again.

Xianyuan's eyes also darkened.

Chu Lu was afraid of Ding's quietness, and wanted to say something, but Xian Yao asked her first: "Chu Lu, can you do me a favor?"

As soon as this question was raised, Chu Lu guessed what her sister was going to say.

Sure enough, my sister said what she had expected and feared her sister would say.

"Kill me." Xian invited said: "Kill me with your own hands. Before I go crazy, I want to die soberly. To me, madness is no different from death, and it is even more cruel. .”

"I don't want to."

"Won't you help me?"

"However, my sister was not sober in her life before. If you didn't have the spiritual root of memory, you would always be living in the illusion you woven by yourself. My sister has lived like this for hundreds of years, why can't you continue to live?" Chulu asked.

Xian invites to be quiet.

"When you go crazy, I will kill you." Xian Yao said. Like a curse, but also like a fit of anger.

But.

Xianyuan did not wait for the news of his own death.

On the contrary, in her body, the spiritual root of the flower really looked like a flower that had lost its moisture, it had withered and was no longer restless.

Chu Lu also felt something strange.

In her body, the spirit root of memory also faded away. This is...

Chu Lu raised his head and looked at Xian Yao. After a while, the two looked in the direction of the Holy Tree Court at the same time. They all sensed it...

The Great Spiritual Tree has been destroyed. It was the original spiritual root of the real country. After it was destroyed, all the spiritual roots became weak!

For the vast majority of ascetics, this can be said to be a waste of a hundred years of achievements, but Xian Yao got a blessing in disguise, and instead regained a life.

Chu Lu also understands this.

"You can't kill me." Chu Lu cried. Xian invited her into a hug.

After Chulu finished crying, she looked around and realized something very important: "Where is Master and Madam? When did they leave?"

"I left a long time ago." Xian Yao said.

It was only then that Chu Lu realized that she was wearing a white robe at some point, which was the coat of the master. She grabbed the soft edge of the white robe and squeezed it tightly.

"Your master abandoned you and left alone. Now that we have lost all our strength, how can we gain a foothold in this chaotic city?" Xianyuan said jokingly.

After the banter, she returned to her previous indifferent appearance, as if the pain of dying had never passed, only the voice still sighed softly: "I am now, I can't protect you."

"Master did not leave."

Chu Lu pointed to his heart and said loudly: "Master has left martial arts in my body, so I can protect my sister."

"Are you finished chatting?"

When the indifferent voice sounded, the wind and fire fell silent together.

Under the crimson Daling tree, the emperor returned from the darkness, wearing a black robe as awe-inspiring as the night. The Great Spirit Dry Tree was destroyed in the battle between the emperor and the soul spring.

The accumulated power of the Shenmu spreads between the heaven and the earth.

So, this is not so much a battle between the emperor and the soul spring, but rather they are dividing up the power of the Great Spirit Dry Tree. Now, the power has been divided, and the Great Spirit Dry Tree will wither completely after being burned.

"I'm reminiscing about the old days with my sister, why are you so anxious, are you jealous that I have a sister? That's right, Pai Bai only created you back then, after she died, you are already Ziran." Soul Spring said lightly.

"Senseless nonsense." So commented the emperor.

Hunquan smiled quietly, stroked her special silver hair for the last time, then turned around and walked towards the emperor. Her hands were raised, and both hands were lowered.

The raised arms turned into slender wings against the wind, while the lowered arms grew scales and sharp claws. The outcome is not decided, life and death have not been seen, this battle of gods is just the beginning.

"Stagnation spirit root, question spirit root, blood spirit root, knowledge spirit root, ashes spirit root, beast spirit root, um... I have absorbed a total of 367 kinds of spirit root powers, What about you?" Soul Spring asked the emperor.

"Four hundred and twelve." The emperor replied.

"As expected of Your Majesty, fortunately you chose the Sword of Envy instead of the Sword of Gluttony, otherwise, I would have no chance of winning today."

Hunquan said playfully, she stared at the colorful spiritual roots swimming between the scales and claws, held them tightly in her palm, and said: "However, in the long history, the old king will always be replaced by the new one." The king crucified died on the throne, and today is no exception, I will destroy the shackles of the old era together with you, and I will establish a new dynasty of dragons."

The emperor did not answer.

Pale has not completely died, and she has not yet ascended the throne, so how can she be called an old king? It's just the princes of the old days.

But she did not argue with Soul Spring.

She fused the spiritual root of time with the spiritual root of weapons, and used her long age as a medium to cast a silver blade that spanned the night like a crescent moon. The cold wind shattered the giant blade with hail , making a crisp sound.

All discordant silver has been erased, there must be a blade in the world making the sound of the prelude to battle. Soul Spring also stopped talking.

Two dragon shadows soared into the sky, piercing the wind and snow, revealing their wings and blades on the vast dome, the night was illuminated again, the realm of the gods opened in will, they fought, collided, and devoured each other , The huge amount of fire light burned the night magnificently and dazzlingly, as if the colorful souls lingered in the sky after the death of the great spirit tree. Shuyin was blown to the ground by the strong wind when they left.

She climbed up with difficulty.

She was in the violent turbulence, but she was not killed like a disaster demon. She didn't know why she was alive, and she didn't care. At this time, her heart was empty, and she didn't know what to do.

The battle overhead never seems to be decided. Anyway, they are all enemies, and it has nothing to do with her who wins.

But she still hopes that Soul Spring can survive. In this way, she can at least give the following life a meaning of revenge...Some people just need a reason to live, otherwise she will be in nothingness self-destruction. The big spirit dried tree was burning blazingly.

The faded leaves burn to ashes and fall into snow. She watched the snow fall all night, and when she came to her senses, the ground was covered with ashes.

No miracle happened, and the crimson color of the Great Spirit Dry Tree has also faded, turning into dead gray and white, the withered branches are bare, and the quiet shade of the tree no longer keeps embracing her.

Above.

Between the flowing cold clouds and fog.

Hunquan and the emperor could not immediately decide the outcome.

They returned to their original places, standing in the air, with no visible scars on their bodies, as if they had never moved.

Previously, they showed countless magnificent magic arts, from fighting on the top of the mountain to the cold environment between the clouds and the moon. Nowhere near the itch, it cannot be used as a means to truly determine the outcome.

"If you fight like this, there will never be any results." The emperor asked: "Aren't you going to take out your thing?"

After the emperor finished speaking, he couldn't help but cast a warning glance towards the south, as if he foresaw something coming, and felt a little impatient.

"So you know everything."

Hunquan smiled, held her palm together, and golden light gathered in her palm. It was the golden bowl lost by Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe—this golden bowl seemed to have grown legs. It escaped from the storage ring and returned to its owner. hands.

Lin Shouxi had seen this golden bowl when he met Xing Yu in an ancient temple in another world. It can absorb all spiritual roots.

The soul spring is not hidden anymore, she is like a monk who subdues demons and demons, holding a golden bowl in her hand, pointing the mouth of the bowl at Emperor Cheng, trying to absorb more than 400 kinds of spiritual roots in her body.

But for some reason, the golden bowl of Baiyong Bailing seems to have touched nothingness, and nothing can be taken out. Soul Spring looked at the emperor again, frowning slightly.

I saw mysterious starlights emerging from behind the emperor. They were like tentacles of colored glaze, and also like clear belts of light, showing a power completely different from this world.

"When I was outside the starry sky, I fought with this demon from the outside world for millions of years, and finally killed it. I sealed its body at the bottom of the Evil Spring Prison." The emperor said,

In the emperor's original plan, she would lead the God of Tide Wisdom to attack the city, and let the God of Tide Wisdom absorb all the original turbidity in her body, and after she was purified, she would occupy the space of the starry sky. The power of evil spirits outside, and integrate with it.

Once completed, she will become a unique life in this world, and even if the clan-killing sword comes out again, it will not be able to do anything to her.

She has no other race, and the Clan Killing Sword has a fatal flaw: it cannot kill the only race left in the world.

Unfortunately, before the emperor could finish everything, he was forcibly dragged to the fateful dead city.

The grand plan is almost destroyed, and now, even she can only drag the last remnant body to Zhenguo to steal the fruit that should belong to the soul spring.

"Unfortunately, the time is too hasty, and I have only integrated part of the power." The emperor felt sorry, for her, Yufa Wanman was the greatest cruelty.

However, only a part of the fusion restores the emperor, who is about to lose his soul, to this point. If she swallows that body completely, what kind of disaster will it cause in the world?

Hunquan put away the golden bowl, she said lightly: "Since you can't kill the other party, why waste your time here?"

"Yeah."

The emperor did not refute, and she also understood the meaning of Soul Spring, and said concisely: "The dead spirits meet in the snowfield."

They will go to the undead snowfield together and form a temporary alliance to fight against the king of the gray tomb. As for who can get the last relic of the origin, it is up to fate.

When you are about to leave. The emperor raised his hand abruptly.

The broken silver moon flower fell towards the world. That's... the direction of the Great Spirit Dry Tree?

No! It's special!

Hunquan immediately realized that she didn't know why the emperor wanted to kill Shuyu at this time, but no matter what, killing her sister in front of her was tantamount to the most blatant act. provocation.

Fengquan folded his wings, fell like an arrow, locked the silver moon with the spirit root of binding, and then directly tore it into pieces with his sharp claws.

Her reaction was already timely, but she allowed a majestic light with the aura of destruction inside to become a fish that slipped through the net and fell to the ground. There was only a bang, and the dust in the ruins was surging.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Hunquan asked coldly, his pupils condensed slightly. "You don't have a sister anymore," said the emperor.

Hunquan felt astonished, she did not expect that one of her unintentional words would actually be remembered by the emperor. However, this does not seem to be surprising, after all, the emotion that dominates her body is jealousy.

To the surprise of both Hunquan and the emperor, Shuyu miraculously survived. Hunquan glanced down and immediately understood what was going on.

It turned out that the emperor's blow was deflected because of her blocking, and it happened to hit a huge dark room hidden underground. The entire Sacred Tree Courtyard was completely destroyed, but it survived. This dark room is extremely special because it is the dark room that preserves the "darkness of the dead".

In order to refine the quality of the undead, the Holy Tree Institute has sealed the blackness of the undead extracted from the seal of the undead snowfield in the secret room of the Holy Tree Institute. In order to prevent the leakage of the darkness of the undead, the Holy Tree Institute will The excavated keels were smelted into bricks to create this dark room.

Under Chengdi's blow, the dark room finally shattered inch by inch. It was as if substantial darkness gushed out of the crack.

The necromancer is "dazzling" in the dark color, even if it is far above the cold clouds, Soul Spring can still feel the despair, resentment and hatred hidden in it, not to mention the special feeling of being in it.

Although Shu Yao escaped the emperor's blow, he still could not escape death.

Hunquan has no feelings for this younger sister, she only appreciates the elders for the younger ones, but after this scene happened, she was still outraged.

"It seems that you have no plans to go to the snowfield together." Soul Spring regained his fighting spirit. "I'm just a loner," said the emperor,

Hunquan frowned.

For a moment, she couldn't tell what the half-mad emperor wanted to do. The emperor hung down the sun and sighed softly after a while, and said:

"Here she comes."-....

The darkness of the undead swallowed Shu Yao, and Shu Yao heard the loudest voice, which was countless ghosts grinding their teeth against her earlobe, trying to drag her into the eternal prison.

At this moment, Shu Yao, who was originally ashamed, suddenly ignited the will to live, to live, she wanted to live, although the Great Spirit Dry Tree has been destroyed, there is no extravagant reason for a person to survive, She can live for herself!

But she couldn't escape from such darkness at all. miss...

Shu Yu remembered something, she raised her wrist, grabbed the position of the blood oath, and called out loudly: "Miss—" The darkness didn't give her any response.

There were corpse-like marks on her porcelain-white body. She knew that she couldn't delay any longer. The darkness of the necromancer had an unparalleled ability to corrode, and she would soon be devoured by the darkness.

Therefore, at the last moment, Shuyu turned out her own head and threw it out forcefully.

The head was not entangled by the darkness, and it escaped smoothly, spinning and flying into the air, hovering slightly at the critical point and then falling.

Shu Yu wanted to roll his head farther away, roll faster, and see if he could run past the expansion of the undead snowfield and retain his vitality.

But...

Shu Yu spun and landed, but instead of kowtowing on the ground and bleeding, she was caught in a warm embrace.

Her head was held up by a pair of twins, and then, the dizzy Shuyu met a pair of clear horns. She sobered up immediately.

"Miss..." Shuyu's cherry lips moved.

She suspected that this scene was a dream.

She called the young lady, and the young lady really came and hugged her.

Shuyu wanted to give back a hug, but found that she had no body. Then, she remembered something and shouted in shock: "Miss, be careful!!"

In an instant.

The darkness of the dead spirit quickly swallowed up the girl in the black skirt who was holding her head.

Just when Shuyu thought that this scene would be frozen in darkness forever, a golden light flashed in the corner of her eyes. You read it wrong... The darkness of the dead can swallow all light. What she saw may be the red lotus hellfire that spewed out when the gate of **** opened.

After a breath.

Newway's golden light suddenly expanded. It was like a golden lion bathed in light. It roared and flaunted its majestic mane. It shattered the steel-like darkness while galloping vertically and horizontally. The golden light penetrated into the ground, and all the anger The crying and howling turned into nothing, and in an instant, everything was clarified.

Shu Yu's eyes turned upwards slightly, and he suddenly discovered that a round of golden sun had been added under the scorched human spirit tree at some point.

This is...

"I didn't expect the Flame of the Holy King of Nine Mings to be the nemesis of the darkness of the necromancer." Xiao Shu looked at Lin Shouxi who was holding up the golden sun, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Lin Shouxi was looking at the golden sun, looking solemnly at the cracks in the dark room, before the darkness had fully expanded, he threw the golden flame down, filling the cracks and at the same time making it obliterate the darkness in the cracks .

Mu Shijing held Shuyu's head, walked up to her body, and pressed the head tightly against her body.

Shuyu discovered a strange thing - although the Great Spiritual Trunk Tree has been destroyed, her Healing Spiritual Root is not affected at all and can still be used as usual,

She spliced ​​the body together with the healing root.

Under the golden light, the corpse spots on Shu Zhi's body also disappeared, returning to snow white. After narrowly escaping from the dead, Shuyu opened his arms and hugged Mu Shijing tightly.

"Your sister is still watching." Mu Shijing said jokingly.

Shu Yu really wanted to say that Miss is closer than my own sister, but this was too shameful, and she swallowed it back.

Lin Shouxi heard this, pointed to the sky, and said, "Isn't your sister watching too?" "She's just my creation." Master Mu please said calmly.

Shu Yu hugged Mu Shijing tightly, and after she calmed down a little, she asked softly, "I'm already useless, do you still want to save me..."

"I never raise useless puppies. If you are really useless one day, you will be thrown out."

Mu Shuaijing smiled slyly, but she couldn't tell whether it was the truth or a lie, she just thought it was the young lady who was being mean-spirited again.

Reluctantly, Shu loosened his embrace.

Among the ashes of the sacred tree, this slender girl in a black dress stood gracefully. She raised her chin, her white eyes straddled the flowing clouds, and pointed directly at the sky, asking:

"The battle is not over yet, why leave in a hurry?"...

After the White Giant King woke up, no matter what kind of danger Mu Shijing encountered, he never saw Miss again. Tonight, when the red dragon and the emperor were above the moonlight, the lady finally woke up again.

Mu Shijing knew that this was the last time she woke up.

Mu Shijing closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her pupils were already pale. "You still have such power?" Hunquan was surprised.

Emperor's evaluation is more straightforward: "The ghost lingers."

Beside the icy sea, during the chase between Xianyuan and Gu Ciqing, the emperor couldn't help but watch from the sidelines, wanting to see how much strength remained in the pale will of the self-proclaimed young lady. It was this action that attracted Hunquan's attention, and instead helped Lin Shouxi and others get out of trouble by mistake.

Of course, they all know that as long as there is Master Mu Jingshi, Xian Yao and Gu Ciqing will never kill them, but they never thought that Mu Shuaijing could hold back for so long.

Only Mu Shijing knows that she is not holding back, every time she encounters difficulties, she will call the young lady, but unfortunately the cold and arrogant young lady doesn't answer her.

None of this matters anymore.

Above the ruins, under the silver moon, the decisive battle between the dragon kings has come. "Wait for me."

Mu Shijing took a look at Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe, and the short words exhausted her last softness. The next moment, she hung in the void with a gesture of splitting the sky and the earth, peacefully with Soul Spring and the emperor. together.

The day is still here.

Looking at the three figures in the night sky that cannot be ignored, Shuyu felt infinite admiration in his heart.

In Shuyu's original imagination, Miss T would kill all enemies and traitors at the very moment of T's attack, and save the world by overturning Yan with her palm... Now it seems that her imagination is It's coming true.

She stared at the night sky without blinking, not wanting to ignore any images. However, Shu Wei found that things were not the same as she had imagined.

After showing her true strength, instead of killing the two traitors with the posture of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, Miss fell into a bitter fight under their siege.

Hunquan and the emperor are rivals, but they have a strange tacit understanding, all kinds of interspersed and coordinated attacks are seamlessly coordinated, and at one point they wanted to knock the lady back from the sky to the ground.

"This...is not fair." Shu Yan murmured.

Hunquan and the emperor have a total of six hands, and the young lady only has one pair. How can it be possible to win? But the battle for the throne is never fair, it's up to you.

There seems to be a volcanic eruption hanging upside down, endless lava and flames emerge in the deafening bang, sweeping the entire night sky in an instant, the void is constantly cracking and closing, and the thunder and lightning are coming out. Piercing endlessly in the sky, like the fangs of the night, the night has turned into a raging monster, and when it really descends on the human world, it seems to be able to swallow the whole world.

Watching the battle of gods from the sidelines, Shuyu felt that he couldn't breathe for a while.

She expects Miss to win, but the situation is getting worse and worse. The fields developed by Miss are constantly being crushed, and the imaginary weapons are constantly being destroyed. Zhongfu returned to Ziran.

When the lady first appeared, it brought fear to the soul spring.

Even though she spent tens of thousands of years preparing, when facing this kind of life at the end of the myth, it is inevitable that she will have a kind of fear that the oriole is more behind me, but this fear quickly dissipates in the battle.

Pale is indeed a great life, but the girl in the black dress in front of her is at the end of her battle. This is the last bloom of Pale's will, destined to end in tragedy.

Before Shi Jinyou, Hunquan thought of assassinating Mu Shijing many times, especially the meeting in Daxue Palace, she almost couldn't hold back.

But no matter how foolish and arrogant Mu Shijing looked, Hunquan restrained himself. Premature plans could easily allow the emperor to reap the benefits. Secondly, she always believed that Mu Shijing was a pale empty plan.

Tonight, Soul Spring finally realized.

The pale thousands of troops and horses have long since ceased to exist, the city is as empty as death, and only the concubine stands alone. "Stop watching, you guys have to think of a way too!" Shu Yu looked to the side.

It was only then that she realized that Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe had disappeared at some point, and that the darkness of the dead in the dense air had been slaughtered by Lin Shouxi with the flame of the Nine Ming Sage King.

Of course, Lin Shouxi can use this occasional holy flame to sweep away the darkness of the whole room, but when he really faces the vast snowfield of undead, it may be difficult to protect himself.

Where did they go... Shuyu was astonished, wondering if they saw that the situation was not right, so they left the lady and ran away first?

In amazement, the battle into the air came to an end with Soul Spring's sentence "Your era is over".

Hunquan and the emperor spliced ​​together a silver and blood-colored cross knife light, the knife light traverses the jade universe, and runs through the sky and the earth. This is the most magnificent knife light, and only this kind of knife light is worthy of this **** In the night of gathering clouds, the lady tried to block it with the Sorrow Scale taken from the ruins, but she did not block it. The magnificent long light destroyed the divine blade and chopped the lady back to the ground.

Miss hit the snow field heavily. The snow and dust are huge.

Hunquan and the emperor looked at each other.

"If you don't want the honor of killing Pale, I will accept it."

Hunquan rolled her tongue and licked the blood from her lips into her body. Her wings vibrated, her body broke through the speed limit, and hit the ground with a large number of white sound cones.

The girl in the black skirt unsteadily stood up from the snow.

Her face was pale, her broken knife had been broken, and she seemed to have lost her fighting power. At this time.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

Lin Shouxi's Nine Ming Holy King Flame reappeared, blocking between Miss and Soul Spring.

Of course this golden flame alone cannot stop the Soul Spring, but what appeared with the golden flame was a palm as big as a mansion.

The palm of the giant king!

Lin Shouxi used the golden flame to lure the Giant King over.

The golden flame turned into a thread holding a puppet in his hands. Of course, this so-called puppet was nothing but the ancient king of giants. He used the golden flame to attract the Giant King to make various moves. These moves looked messy and clumsy, but because the Giant King was big enough, he blocked Soul Spring's attack like a shield.

Hunquan's pupils scanned the snowfield, but found no trace of Lin Shouxi.

As the informant, Lin Shouxi is hiding in the dark and manipulating the Giant King, so as not to give Hunquan a chance to kill him. "Pale, who was the only one in the world in the past, is he going to hide like this?" Hunquan asked coldly.

There is no look of defeat on the young lady's face.

Looking at the towering body of the giant, she said: "A long time ago, it was my family member. Now, it is just fulfilling its duties."

"If the Giant King wasn't crazy, he might still be able to protect you, but his consciousness has long since faded away. You don't think he can protect you just by clumsy manipulation?"

Hunquan looked at the giant king like a mountain, and his words seemed to be mocking. soon.

A killing intent bypassed the giant man unknowingly and arrived at Mu Shijing's back. It was a man who looked like a soul spring.

She is the creation of the combination of ice and snow spiritual root and clone spiritual root.

Lin Shouxi can control puppets, and of course Soul Spring can also create split souls. The strength of the divided soul is not comparable to that of the real body, but it is enough to kill a weak girl.

When the white sword light swung out from Hei Yau, Lin Shouxi and Xiao Shu, who were hiding in the dark, were finally forced to show up. The two swords combined, and they struck with all their strength, barely blocking the sword with the risk of serious injury.

The moment Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe appeared. The taciturn emperor also ordered a killer.

Under the black robe, the emperor's fingers bloomed like flowers, and the seemingly soft dry white fingertips fell silently. Mu Shijing was not worried.

Because another old favored person has also come. Both Soul Spring and the emperor noticed it and looked forward.

Two dark green flames lit up in the dark night, followed by a furious dragon chant, but for some reason, the frequency of the dragon chant sounded like a cat meowing.

The sky is full of wind and snow.

The bones of Longgong crashed straight into the sky, and the emperor escaped, but Soul Spring, who was really distracted to control the clone, was not so lucky, she was pushed into the snow peak by the Cangbi King.

The landslides and the ground cracked.

Blizzard is rushing like a tide.

Half an hour ago, Gong Yu was still sitting in the cursed snowy ridge, looking for a way to break it.

When she was about to despair, colorful lights lit up in the distant sky, and the light spread here, illuminating the scale-like clouds above her head.

These bright clouds stand out against the dark night.

At that moment, Gong Yu suddenly understood one thing: the restriction that cursed the snow field did not have the ability to cover Yun Mo, and the cloud tomb still existed, but it was dismantled and spread out by the broken space, and fell to her. In my eyes, it becomes white clouds flowing all over the sky.

The cloud tomb became the most critical clue.

As long as she uses the cloud tomb as a reference, and puts back the broken clouds in the sky to its original shape, then this disordered space will naturally return to its original position!

There are hidden mysteries hidden in white clothes all over the sky. Behind this seemingly absurd and bizarre cursed snow field is actually just a jigsaw puzzle.

But if you don't have enough strength, you won't be able to get out even if you understand the way to crack it.

Gong Yu swallowed the elixir she carried with her, and then she began to move the space. The originally flat snow field became wrinkled.

Mountains and depressions reappeared, and as the clouds continued to move, the columnar cloud tombs covering the mountain boundary trees were also clearly visible.

After completing the last piece of the puzzle, she reached into the full placket, took out the sleeping Sanhua cat, and shook it cruelly awake.

Erhuamao sank back into his heart in a daze.

Afterwards, the pupils of the Cangbi King brightened up again, and the dark green fire burned through the cold night.

Through fighting again and again, Sanhuamao is no longer the little stupid cat it used to be. It restrains the soul spring that has become weak after repeated battles. There were punches and kicks in the Broken Peak.

Just now, when the Cangbi King flew over Lin Shouxi, the snow-robed fairy on the dragon's back also waved her sword and jumped down,

One sword pierced Soul Spring's clone in two. The sword light illuminated Gong Yu's face.

Mu Shijing, Xiaohe, and Lin Shouxi looked at her together.

Cursed that Gong Yu was a little thinner after spending days and nights on the snowy field, but she was so beautiful, this haggardness fell on her pale cheeks, just like the autumn marks on the petals, which made people feel pity.

Lin Shouxi and Gong Yu looked at each other in the ice and snow. It's half a year apart, but it seems like a hundred years have passed.

"Master, you have come so far and you can't only speak a whisper, it's really easy to find a whisper."

Gong Yu's red lips held a hint of a relieved smile. She looked at Lin Shouxi, rejoicing but also with a little resentment, and asked knowingly: "Master left without saying goodbye like this, is he escaping from Xiaoyu? It's not that you don't like Xiaoyu, so you just took the two teachers and wives away?"

Gongyu is dignified and elegant, but what he says is like a coquettish little girl.

When facing his apprentice, the young man who dared to use the giant king as a marionette also seemed embarrassed for a while, he said: "How can I not read a little language, but the matter was too urgent at that time, I really... "

Lin Shouxi didn't know how to sum it up simply, so he could only say: "I'll explain to Xiaoyu after the First World War is over, okay?"

"Not good."

Gong Yu sat in the snowy field for more than ten days, with resentment in her heart, she said willfully: "You have to prove that you miss me."

At this time, the lady with a cold temperament said quietly: "I can prove it for him."

Gong Yu looked at the girl in the black dress, and couldn't tell who she was for a while... Coincidentally, this mysterious girl who was written into the genealogy by her family and killed the Space-Time Demon God, It seems that because of emotional entanglements, I will write the same family tree with her again.

"How to prove it?" Gong Yu asked curiously.

"He was crazy about his apprentice. In order to relieve his worries, he found another little apprentice in Zhenguo. That little apprentice is very cute, just as cute as Xiaoyu when he was a child." The young lady said coldly.

"Mu Shijing!" Lin Shouxi stopped immediately.

"What? Am I wrong?" The lady asked back.

Gong Yu's long Qiushui eyes slowly narrowed, and the awe-inspiring killing intent flowed in his eyes. "No, the thing is actually..."

At this critical juncture, how could Lin Shouxi have the heart to explain the whole story of the matter, and there are some things that cannot be explained clearly at all, and now he only hopes that the emperor will call quickly to interrupt their conversation. But the emperor didn't know what he was thinking, but he stood still.

Lin Shouxi also couldn't figure out why he would stage the scene of a woman's love in this life-and-death decisive battle, but Gong Yu became self-willed and would ignore all occasions. She just stared into Lin Shouxi's eyes and waited stubbornly for an answer .

"Master, you really misunderstood him, and accepting apprentices is actually what I meant..." Xiaohe carefully helped to speak ~IndoMTL.com~ Gong Yu didn't care, and said: "Xiaohe , if you continue to spoil him like this, it will not be as simple as having one more apprentice."

"No, Master really made a mistake this time..."

"Don't talk about it. As a master, you accept disciples without authorization. How can you just sit idly by and ignore me? I want to punish master according to the sect's rules." Gong Yu said proudly.

The battle is far from over, the Cangbi King and Soul Spring are still wrestling, the breath of the dragon sculpts the mountains and rivers, and the snow evaporates in large quantities, turning into white mist, connecting with the cloud tomb.

In such a place, the worries and worries in Gong Yu's heart dissipated along with the ice and snow, and turned into stronger emotions, colliding in her chest.

She no longer cared about the catastrophe, nor about life and death, this Taoist fairy actually held Lin Shouxi's face directly, and kissed Lin Shouxi forcefully under the slightly different gazes of Xiaohe and Mu Shijing.

She came all the way from thousands of miles away, she no longer wants to explain, she just wants a desperate kiss.