One day passed, two days passed, and three days passed.
Luoxuezong, the disciples in charge of logistics, have already sorted out everything.
In a large hall, that Duanmu was sitting in the position that once belonged to the elder, playing with a small shining arrow.
A senior brother ran in, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Duanmu, our elders have already found a new site, and they are currently negotiating with other local sects."
"It is said that in three to five days, the preparations will be almost complete, and we can move."
That Duanmu nodded slightly, and said: "Everything must be done carefully. At this time, there are no high-ranking elders in the sect. The strongest ones are me and a few other brothers in the Creation Realm."
"You must not make a mistake at such a critical moment, otherwise you and I will lose our heads."
The disciple said with a smile: "The Huangpu family has made an agreement with us that they will not continue to hunt us down, and we have the support of Tianxuanzong behind us. Looking around the world, who else can touch us?"
"The Star Guild is a threat." Duanmu said, "However, they have no reason to attack us."
"We killed hundreds of millions of civilians, but we were also retaliated by the Whampoa family, and even kicked out of the Iron Continent."
"I think the Star Guild can't say anything."
"That's right." The disciple sighed and said, "It's a pity, I could have won the Iron Continent in one fell swoop, but who knew that a Whampoa family would come out halfway."
"Speaking of which, the Whampoa family is really scary, actually..."
…
Tongtian Mountains.
The thick snow suddenly moved.
Two snowbirds looking for food on the ground were scared away and ran away.
Immediately afterwards, the snow moved again, and suddenly, with a whoosh, a "snowman" sat up.
Xiang Nan looked at his body blankly.
Is he dead, or is this just a sad dream.
Looking back on the past few days, Xiang Nan's memory gradually recovered.
He recalled that when he was absorbing the ice-cold thunder, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared and he entered the dream world.
Could it be possible to absorb the divine thunder once in the dream world
Turns out it really works!
That absorption directly raised Xiang Nan's dream body state to a full stage, half-step into the state of good fortune in the late stage of the Nine Heavens.
And when his true self absorbed the Xuanbing Cold Thunder, his realm also skyrocketed, jumping from the third level of watching the sky to the sixth level of watching the sky all at once.
It was also during this process that Xiang Nan witnessed young people being tortured and killed, and Xiaohe protecting herself helplessly and alone, with hot blood spilling on her body.
But Xiang Nan was in a dream, frozen in ice, unable to move at all.
And when Duanmu was about to shoot him, he suddenly had a strange telepathy.
He felt a power of death, and it rang quickly in his mind.
It is the sword of the dead!
Xiang Nan knew that he could not escape this catastrophe, so he simply became cruel and drove the sword of the dead.
At that moment, his heartbeat stopped, his breathing stopped, and his whole body was no different from a dead person.
After that, with an arrow between the eyebrows, the memory was interrupted.
"I... am I dead?" Xiang Nan stood up, shaking off the white snow on his body, and looked at the frozen wound on his stomach.
He touched the center of his brow again, a blood hole was still there.
Seven arrows in the heart! An arrow in the eyebrow!
But I still stood up, am I still alive
"It's so difficult..." Xiang Nan's heart moved, and the sword of the dead rushed straight to the sky with a clang!
Whoosh!
The weird long sword turned back from the sky and fell into Xiang Nan's hands accurately.
"Immortal body!" Xiang Nan's pupils contracted and he said in shock: "The method of using the sword of the dead that I inherited can turn me into an undead state and an immortal body!"
"What if I dispel the ability of the sword of the dead now."
Thinking of this, Xiang Nan began to slowly remove the ability of the Sword of the Dead, and at the same time, the penetrating wound on his body slowly healed.
After all the abilities of the Sword of the Dead were removed, Xiang Nan was shocked to find that he had completely recovered!
The heart beat again, and breathing reappeared.
"this… "
Xiang Nan's right hand trembled, the sword of the dead trembled hummingly, and a wave of undead power enveloped him again.
At that moment, Xiang Nan's face became white and lifeless, the blood in his body stopped flowing, and his heart became quiet.
Only the Gang Qi in the meridians is still flowing slowly.
He swung his sword and cut off his right arm.
But he had a very strange feeling, as if all parts of his body had "lived", to be precise, they all had independent consciousness.
Xiang Nan's heart moved slightly, the severed arm on the ground flicked with five fingers, and quickly crawled back towards him.
"I can actually control my broken arm." Xiang Nan was shocked again.
He took the severed arm, turned it into silk thread with Gang Qi, sewed the severed arm together, and then took away the power of the sword of the dead.
Heartbeat resumed, breathing resumed, and the severed arm was also slowly healing.
Xiang Nan stared in shock, and said to himself, "Sure enough, the sword of the dead made me immortal."
"As long as my body is not separated and thrown to different places, I can always be resurrected."
He closed his eyes for a moment, and a message came into his mind.
The ability of the Sword of the Dead resets every three days, and can only be used for one hour every three days.
This hour can be used in batches, can be used intermittently ten times, each time for six minutes, or can be used up for an hour at a time.
Once the time limit was exceeded and the ability reset period was not reached three days later, the sword of the dead devoured the master, devouring Xiang Nan's life in reverse, turning Xiang Nan into a sword-guarding undead.
Xiang Nan recalled that when he was shot by Duanmu, he activated his immortal body, but after an hour, the immortal body became invalid.
But his body was frozen by the mysterious ice and cold thunder, so he didn't really die because of it.
Today, three days later, the sword of the dead was reset, and he broke out of the ice.
Xiang Nan shook his arms, and a surge of aura surged violently in his body.
"The Ninth Level of Peeping Sky, the dream body strength of a half-step good luck realm, and the real body realm of Sixth Layer of Peeping Sky!"
…
An hour later, Xiang Nan buried all the corpses of the star guild warriors in Tongtian Mountain Range.
Facing the tombstone of the young man, he knocked his head three times heavily: "Brother, I'm sorry for you. In order to protect me, you still failed to leave the Iron Continent alive after all."
"But I, Xiang Nan, swear by my life, if I don't avenge you, I will suffer from the nine-day thunder calamity, and I will never be reborn!"
Looking at the empty tombstone, Xiang Nan, a man of two meters tall, couldn't help but burst into tears.
In the end, until the end, I couldn't ask his name personally.
Xiang Nan slammed his fist on the ground, and his roar of grief and anger shook the heavens and the earth!
"Snowfall Sect! I want you to pay with blood!"