Ze Tian Ji Chapter 99: A sigh, thousands of miles Cold Mountain

The zither music heard by Zhu Ye is certainly not an illusion.

Although zither music comes from the distance below Snowy Ridge, it is a bit hazy, but it has an undeniable objective reality.

The coldness is clear and subtle, like hair like a silk like a blade, so sharp.

The cold wind on Snowy Ridge was cut off, and night, which was slightly illuminated by Gaoyang Town lights in the distance, was cut off, and the most stubborn snowdrop in the snow and ice was also cut off.

Several cracks appear on the boots of Zhu Ye, and then deepen until the skin flesh and White Bone are broken.

His feet were broken with his ankles, carrying the remaining inertia, and flew towards the Snowy Ridge gap. I do n’t know where they fell, leaving only two blood in night.

Zhu Ye has no way to go over Snowy Ridge and go to the world of Human Race. He fell in the snow, panting, and his body was constantly undulating.

This fall was very heavy. His broken foot was a very serious injury, but he was lying on the ground and stopped moving, not because of these reasons, but because of despair.

The zither music floated over a distance of more than ten miles, so tiny, but he could easily lift off his legs.

The identity of the middle-aged Scholar is almost ready.

He buried his face in the snow, and made a sorrowful sorrow, just like an injured beast, but without the courage to fight back, only endless remorse.

The faint sound of slaying and screams from distant Snowy Ridge should be Nan Ke harvesting those people's lives at will on the mountain road.

The killing sound suddenly disappeared, and the scream was gradually muted until it was quiet.

Zhu Ye also calmed down, turned around with some difficulty, sighed, staring at the starry sky that was very close to Xuefeng.

If you are not greedy for Cinnabar Pill, how can you come to such a remote Snowy Ridge, and how can you encounter such an enemy of terrifying?

A word of greed, how many people will already die and how many people will die?

Ice and snow were broken, or they were crushed like dead leaves in Qingqiu, making a crunchy sound.

Zhu Sha's body and spirit relax with this voice, but his eyes gradually brighten.

Nan Ke walked in front of him, the wings swayed slightly behind him, with a slightly cold night breeze.

Sword of the Southern Cross already was separated and held by her two hands. The sword was still bleeding, and it should be from Ningshi Wei and those people.

Zhu Ye Quietly to looks at. She held Absolute World Sect's most precious Magical Tool with her hands in her sleeves.

Nan Ke (to) unsheathe the sword.

Zhu Ye is out.

On the snowy peak illuminated by the stars, a dull and violent impact sounded.

There are more than ten bumps on the thick snow slope. looks at seems to have some monsters to get out of it.

The snow is set off, dancing endlessly, blocking the starlight, making the environment appear extremely dark, and only the occasional sword light will illuminate a corner.

Sometimes, zither music rises mistily.

The sky and the ground are quiet, and the snow and snow are gradually calming down. Only the snow on the slopes is still falling, making a rustling sound.

At the highest point of Snowy Ridge, the sword of Nan Ke penetrated the abdomen of Zhu Ye.

Zhu Ye didn't look down or look at her, but looks at somewhere away.

The sword in the body is really cold, but the misty path seems even colder than the real zither music.

The cold reminded him of the story told by his uncle.

In that story, there is a magic city in the north of the snowfield, and that magic city is always enveloped in a night.

It's like the night that is gradually occupying his eyes.

...

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Nan Ke returned to the mountain road carrying the body of Zhu Ye.

Blood and frozen blood frost are everywhere on the mountain road, and hundreds of corpses are scattered on both sides.

The middle-aged Scholar does not play the piano, but is eating something. There are half of a corpse under his feet. The official boots and the remaining armor style should be Ningshi Wei.

Nan Ke gave the body of Zhu Ye to middle-aged Scholar.

Middle-aged Scholar holds Zhu Ye with both hands, and starts eating with his head down.

Like the sound of cat food residue, like the sound of gravel and mud.

Blood drips from his fingers.

It didn't take long for Zhu Ye's body to disappear, leaving nothing left.

The night breeze lifts the middle-aged Scholar's placket, and you can see the lower abdomen micro-drum.

He closed his eyes and remained quiet for a long time, seeming to remember, and seem to be thinking about something.

"It is indeed the nephew of Zhu Luo. Although the realm is not good, it still has a meaning of months, it can be described as a small supplement, much stronger than this general."

Middle-aged Scholar opened his eyes, and the remains of Ningshi Wei under looks at's feet revealed a look of disdain.

He took out the white handkerchief from his sleeve, slowly wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, his movement was very elegant, and then he walked into the night in front of the mountain road.

looks at This **** and terrifying picture, Nan Ke's expression has not changed at all, and he moves forward along with him.

With a clear zither music, they came to the snow valley more than ten miles away.

The Demon race strong men who besieged Chen Changshen were all wounded with swords, their right hands were abolished, but they have not died yet.

When they saw the middle-aged Scholar and Nan Ke, they seemed to see real ghosts, and their faces became extremely pale.

Nan Ke glanced at them and said, "Go to death."

Several green blood burst out, and the few buildings like the floor fell heavily in the snow.

After hearing the words of Nan Ke, the few Demon race strongmen did not hesitate to break off!

The garden already in the snow valley turned into a ruin, the misty spring lake already dried up into a large pit, and the wooden bridge was broken into dozens, just like a snake that has snaked for hundreds of years. Without a trace, the condensed ice bead shattered into sky-like floes, which was a bit annoying.

Chen Changshen and Zhi Zhi stood across the lake. An Hua rescued the general from the rubble, and the two stood nervously in front of the stretcher.

Hai Di stands in the lake, holding the Broken Stele-like weapon in his hand, as if it is the center of this world.

However, in his eyes, regardless of this world or the real world, the center of eternity is the newly arrived middle-aged Scholar.

Nan Ke ignored him and said to Chen Changshen: "I helped you solve a lot of trouble, you owe me a Favor."

Zhi Zhi didn't know her. Seeing the tone of her talking to Chen Changshen, the acquaintance looked at pair of eyes, suddenly sobered up, and infinite Caution poured out in her eyes.

"You are the peacock?"

Nan Ke looked dumb and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Chen Changshen mentioned you."

Zhi Zhi raised three fingers between his eyes and said, "Say that your eyes are too wide and obviously sick."

Nan Ke thought for a while, not sure if it should be angry, and fell back on Chen Changshen.

Chen Changshen didn't look at her, his gaze has been on the middle-aged Scholar.

The middle-aged Scholar has attracted all the attention of Hai Di, even causing Hai Di to have infinite fear.

Fear Hai Di like this, there will never be more than five people in the whole world.

Coincidentally, he had seen this middle-aged Scholar side in the past, so he knew who the other party was.

That encounter was at Cold Mountain.

Tonight is still in Cold Mountain.

Though they are thousands of miles apart.

It's a coincidence, really bad.

He sighed.