In the world of ice and snow, the little girl walked alone, wearing a red coat on her back, but she still hadn't woken up.
I don't know how far I walked, I don't know how long I walked, I don't know how many people I worshipped, and the little girl who never stopped for a moment was wet with sweat, and her forehead was stained red with blood.
The cold wind of winter was blowing on her body, icy and biting, and she did not sleep for many days. Even if she had entered the innate, the little girl could not hold it any longer. Every step she took, her delicate body staggered.
Not far away, in the village, the sound of Dangdang's iron strikes came into his ears, one after another.
The little girl looked up at the front, her big eyes were no longer full of brilliance, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly lost consciousness and fell silently into the heavy snow.
In the village, in front of the blacksmith shop, the little boy who was chopping wood saw it, and immediately dropped the hatchet and ran over.
"Mother, someone passed out"
Seeing the two comatose figures in the heavy snow, the little boy's immature face showed a hint of urgency, and shouted towards the house behind.
Not long after the words fell, a woman walked out from a house not far away, saw two figures lying in the snow in front of the village, turned her head back, and said, "My child, someone really passed out, hurry up and go. have a look"
In the room, a simple and honest-looking middle-aged man put down the hammer in his hand and immediately looked outside.
"It's a little girl, and a young man"
When the middle-aged man saw it, he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he hurried out and greeted, "My son, you are here to help too."
"kindness"
The woman dropped what was in her hand and quickly followed.
In the heavy snow, the unconscious girl, with blood on her brows still visible, prayed for a blessing, worshipped countless people, and begged for an unknown number of homes.
The man carried the young man in red on the snow, helped the woman and the boy to lift the girl, and walked carefully towards the village.
Inside, the throbbing fire was very warm, in stark contrast to the cold outside.
The man and the woman helped the unconscious two people to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and immediately brought hot water to warm them up.
"Please come and take a look at the doctor." The woman looked at the two young people on the bed and couldn't bear it.
"Well, please"
The man hesitated for a moment, but nodded in response.
"I'll go please"
The little boy heard it, and Xiao ran went out and ran towards the village.
Not long after, an old man in a blue shirt was panting and was pulled by the little boy. After entering the house, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Doctor Li, please show these two children quickly," the woman said with a worried look.
"Look at it"
The old man put down the medicine box, stepped forward, and checked the pulse of the two of them one by one. A strange color appeared on the old face, a strange pulse.
"What's the matter?" the man asked.
"This little girl is okay, but she was tired from running around for a long time, and she was overstretched. She could recover after resting for a while. It's just, the pulse of this young man."
Having said this, the old man shook his head gently and said, "This is not the pulse that an ordinary person should have, or rather, this is not the pulse that a living person should have."
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Mo Xing, in front of Zhiyu Peak Road stage, three figures stand respectfully, the fifth peak, the sixth peak, the seventh peak, and the masters of the three peaks are all here, waiting for orders.
"Old Five"
On the Taoist platform, Master Mo spoke and said indifferently, "How long have you been entering?"
"Three hundred years," Qi Huan said respectfully.
"So, it's been so long"
A sigh of emotion flashed in Lord Mo's old eyes, looking at the peaks that had become empty mountains, and said, "I taught you the immortal arts, how are you practicing?"
"The aptitude of the disciple is dull, and he has never been able to comprehend the essence of immortal art." Qi Huan lowered his head and replied.
The ink master heard the words, frowned slightly, and said, "You come forward"
Qi Huan raised his head, stepped forward, and walked to the Taoist platform.
The ink master raised his hand, and the colorful brilliance shone, and an ancient and primordial force was continuously poured into the former body.
"Uh"
An extremely painful grunt sounded, and blood dripped from the corner of Qi Huan's mouth.
The shining colorful brilliance became more and more prosperous, and Qi Huan's aura became stronger and stronger, breaking through the limitations of the virtual world and stepping into the real world.
"what"
Collapsing blood filled the heaven and earth, and the price of forcing his cultivation was beyond the tolerance level. Qi Huan's body kept trembling and he was soaked in blood.
After half an hour, the ink master withdrew his hand, his breath restrained, looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly, "Go, don't let the teacher down."
"Yes"
Qi Huan's body was still trembling, he barely stood up, then turned around and walked towards the bottom of Zhiyu Peak.
A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the sixth peak and the seventh peak, and he lowered his head silently.
Zhenwuxing, on the boundless wilderness, is a lonely city with few people. It was completely destroyed by war hundreds of years ago, and now it is uninhabited.
In the city, in a dilapidated mansion, the Ziyi Hou waited quietly. There was only one person in the big city.
Xiang Yuan did not return, Luluo went out to find medicine as usual, leaving Zichuan to guard the stronghold.
After waiting for a few days, no one returned, Ziyi Hou's face gradually showed impatience, his breath was restless, and his heart was full of irritability.
At this moment, over the city, dark clouds were rolling, thunder was blazing, and a figure in Tsing Yi appeared and slowly descended under the astonishing pressure.
Ziyi Hou looked at the figure that appeared in the sky, his expression was startled, and his face was shocked.
How did he find it here
"Zichuan, come back with me"
Qi Huan fell to the ground, the boundless oppression swayed away, the entire city collapsed with a bang, and the mountains fell to the ground, sinking ten feet.
"Can't do it"
Ziyi Hou's expression sank and said.
"Then die"
When the words fell, Qi Huan stepped on his feet, turned his palms to congeal the Yuan, and instantly bullied him up.
There was no warning in the sudden killing round. The purple-clothed Hou focused, waved his hand, and the purple sword edge manifested, blocking the force of the former's palm.
With a slam, the tiger's mouth cracked open, blood spilled, and the Ziyi Hou stepped back several steps, blood overflowing from his arm.
"Impossible, how could you have such a cultivation base?" Ziyihou said with a sullen face.
"Again, come back with me," Qi Huan said coldly.
"impossible"
Ziyi Hou stepped forward, the sword light Ling Hua, and the chapter of life and death was opened again.
The palms and swords that joined together, Huaguang said, each of them is a prelude to death, the same family cannibalize each other, the eyes that look at each other seem ruthless, and blood and tears fall in my heart.
The desolate city, in the two battles, was completely in ruins, and the dusty boulders flew up, obscuring the setting sun.
There is no doubt that he was also him once, knowing that he was also involuntarily. When Zichuan was heartbroken, the edge of the sword became faster and faster, just to survive, just to survive.
Qi Huan flipped his palms to shake the sword's edge, no emotion could be seen on his face, and he had never shown mercy in his hands.
The fierce battle situation beyond imagination, Ziyi Hou was shocked and shocked, and the power on the sword was raised to the limit, fighting against the opponent who had completely transformed.
"Uh"
With a muffled hum, the palm force broke through the shackles of the sword light, and was printed on the chest, Ziyi Hou took a few steps back, and his mouth was red.
Seeing that the situation is unfavorable, the Ziyi Hou pointed with his left hand, condensed the Yuan, and a series of sword rainbows came out around the sword.
"Xianju, the purple rainbow pierces the sun"
The immortal magic came out, the sky was full of purple rainbows, and the sword intent was flooded, opening the sky and breaking the sea.
Seeing this, Qi Huan narrowed his eyes and said, "Zichuan, the real immortal art should be like this"
"Seven Rainbows Funeral Day"
In the voice, Qi Huan raised his hand, and suddenly, the power of the law within a hundred miles rolled wildly, and in the void ahead, an illusory divine yang manifested, instantly shattered and devoured the person in front of him.
Colorful, purple rainbows collided, terrifying aftermath roared out, terrifying power, instantly annihilated the surrounding void, and exploded in a radius of a hundred miles.
In the aftermath, the Ziyi Hou flew out, blood splashed like rain, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"The Demon"
Without further hesitation, the Ziyi Hou fixed his pace, and the black air around his body rose into the sky, and the violent black air waves rose endlessly.
In the black air, Zichuan's face changed rapidly, the magic patterns crisscrossed, the pale eyes, the pupils disappeared, and the gloomy abnormality made people feel cold.
The next moment, a ghostly shadow of Baizhang appeared, and the majestic demonic energy penetrated the whole body.
The demon soul was added, and Ziyihou's body was suppressed by the injury, and his foot moved, and the figure disappeared instantly.
The blade of the sword fell, the shadow behind him dropped his fist at the same time, the sword of magic energy passed, and the void collapsed directly, turning into nothingness.
Qi Huan narrowed his eyes, and the colorful brilliance in his palm gathered, blocking the attack with a bang.
There was a roar of the sky and the sea, and the two of them exited together, the blood on their lips stained red.
"Fairy Magic, Frightening Rainbow"
The aftermath was not over, but I saw a rainbow light passing by, breaking through the space, and instantly reaching in front of me.
Ziyi Hou waved his sword to block the move, and suddenly, his body was stagnant, and it was difficult to raise his true essence.
"how"
I was caught off guard, and it was too late to react again, and the rainbow light passed through the body, stained with blood red.
The dust and sand dissipated, a white robe phantom disappeared silently, the figure slammed to the bottom, the blood stained the earth, the unwilling and shocked eyes, until death, could not rest.
Not far away, Qi Huan looked at the figure lying in a pool of blood, the grief in his eyes was hard to hide, and the moment he turned around, tears lingered in his eyes.
"I hope in the next life, don't say goodbye"
When the words fell, Qi Huan stepped out and disappeared under the setting sun.
The cold wind blows, dust and sand fly up, covering the souls of the dead, Zichuan, the seventh son of Momen, a hundred years ago, he was lucky to survive, and a hundred years later, death still cannot be avoided.
The sadness of the same family cannibalism, the nine sons of Momen, who can be an exception.
As the sun sets, the cold moon gradually rises. In the distance, green light gathers. Luluo, who came back from the search for medicine, looked at the city in the distance, and suddenly, her body trembled fiercely.
"Purple River"
The figure flashed past and hurried forward.
In the collapsed mansion, Ziyi dyed the dust, only unwilling eyes, still refused to close, looking at the sky, seems to be accusing God of injustice.
"Zichuan, uh"
Extremely sad, extremely painful, seeing the unbelievable scene in front of her, Luluo's eyes trembled, she stepped forward, her body kept shaking.
The green clothes kneeling on the ground, on the face that has always been calm, finally can no longer maintain calm at this moment, tears slide down drop by drop and fall into the dust.
They were treated harshly and reprimanded again and again. It was the anger of the senior sister who depended on each other for her brother's hatred of iron and steel. However, in this world, they were each other's last relatives, so how could she really not care about him. The icy cold wind blew through, bleak to the bone, the wind was sad, rumbling, rustling, desolate...