The blue-black sword light disappeared, and the figure of Changsun Qianxue appeared in front of Fan Zhuo.
Seeing that Fan Zhuo, whose true essence had been completely frozen, still committed suicide by relying on the unknown secret technique of Yunshui Palace, Changsun Qianxue didn't have any complacent look on his face, but instead showed a trace of bewilderment and sentimentality.
After all, it is the enemy of Emperor Yuanwu, but now there is one less.
She hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hands and groped Fan Zhuo's body with a few breaths, and searched out all the things in Fan Zhuo's clothes, and put them all into the sleeves without looking carefully.
In the next instant, in the world around her body, countless invisible but real lines appeared at the same time, and the icy vitality was drawn out along these lines, and quickly dissipated between the sky and the earth .
All azure blue disappears.
The icicle cracked and fell to the ground.
Changsun Qianxue frowned deeply again.
She knew that at this time, the abnormality here must have been sensed on the turret in the distance, and some practitioners should have rushed here.
It's just that she is really not good at many things, such as destroying corpses and destroying traces.
She pondered for a few breaths, and then made a decision.
A majestic force of heaven and earth energy was released from her body, shaking all the shattered ice cubes that had piled up into towers into fine ice dust.
The strong wind swirls on the river surface, engulfing the ice dust to fill up all the holes and ravines.
But her body fell in the center of the shattered carriage.
The real essence in her body was supposed to be extremely cold, but as her face was slightly red, it was abruptly turned into an extremely hot stream by her.
In the next instant, countless scorching true essence centered on her body, spewed out with hissing, instantly igniting countless blazing fire snakes.
The fire snakes ignited all the huts, especially a large number of fire snakes wrapped around Fan Zhuo's body, instantly burning him into fly ash, and then blown away by the strong wind, drifting to nowhere.
The body of Changsun Qianxue also faded and disappeared under the cover of raging flames.
Just tens of breaths later, several practitioners in black shirts had already arrived at the embers of the fire, and felt the vibrating rhythm still remaining in the air here, all of these practitioners changed their expressions. The cultivator just raised his hand, and a black column of smoke rushed into the sky.
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Changling is huge. From Wutong to Dafushuilong, although it is not far away on the map of Changling, even if you take the shortest route, it will take more than half a day for a well-versed horse-drawn carriage.
There was a little delay in the Dafushui Prison, so on the way back to Wutongluo, the sky was already dark.
Ding Ning closed his eyes, seemingly tired and sleepy, but actually he was thinking about various possibilities.
At this time, the temporary small village formed by duck-raising shantytowns on the banks of the tributaries of the Wei River has long since disappeared and turned into a piece of scorched earth.
Dozens of Tianjiansi officials dressed in black stood like nails, enclosing the area.
Suddenly, a strange brilliance flashed in the eyes of these dozens of solemn black-clothed officials.
Several carriages came into their sight, came along the dirt road among the rice paddies, and stopped outside the forest.
Although there was no wind or rain at this time, five of the people who got off from several carriages still opened their black umbrellas to cover their faces.
A woman in a white shirt and an old man who looked like an old servant walked among the five black umbrellas.
The white-clothed woman is naturally Jiantiansi Si Shouye Celeng, and the old servant-like old man beside her is Han Sanshi, the strongest among the six priests of Jiantiansi according to legend.
In addition, the five iconic black umbrellas naturally represent the other five mysterious priests of Jiantiansi.
Ye Celeng just made a gesture from a distance, and the dozens of Tiansi officials who had sealed off this area suddenly rushed out, pulling the blocked and monitored area further away.
Ye Celeng and Han Sanshi walked slowly through the scorched earth, and finally stood where Changsun Qianxue's carriage was broken.
And the five black umbrellas spread out, perceiving the remaining breath extremely meticulously, searching every inch of the land.
This process lasted for a long time, and waited for the sky to be completely dark, and the priests under the five black umbrellas exchanged views with Han Sanshi softly one by one. The traces produced by the burning did not even listen to the conversation between them.
It wasn't until Han Sanshi came to her side that she glanced at him and said, "How is it?"
Han Sanshi said softly, "It's her."
Ye Celeng then asked, "Is the opponent someone from Yunshui Palace?"
Han Sanshi nodded slightly and said, "It should be."
Ye Ce fell silent.
Han Sanshi also fell silent.
"Clear all traces that we can detect."
Ye Celeng's face began to disappear in the darkness, and he couldn't see any emotion, but his tone was low but extremely firm: "Don't record it, don't inform other divisions."
Han Sanshi is the oldest priest of Jian Tiansi, and the only candidate for Ye Ce Leng to be taken overseas. He naturally knows all the meanings contained in these two sentences of Ye Ce Leng better than anyone else.
His hands were slightly cold, and he asked softly: "I don't even know the capital of Supervisor Chen?"
Ye Ce nodded coldly and said, "I don't know."
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In the dark, Ding Ning walked back to the wine shop.
Before that, he had already been to Xue Wangxu's small courtyard, and told Xue Wangxu, Zhang Yi, and Shen Yi about the Great Floating Water Prison.
The moment he entered the wine shop and closed the door, Changsun Qianxue's cold voice sounded in the darkness: "You are right, I am not good at many things."
Ding Ning, who was very familiar with Changsun Qianxue, paused for breath and asked, "What happened?"
The eldest grandson Qianxue said slowly: "I killed that practitioner from Yunshui Palace. That person's cultivation is very strong, so he should be Fan Zhuo."
Hearing the word "kill", Ding Ning's body quickly became icy cold. When he heard the whole sentence, he thought that on the way back he was still thinking about the possibility of working with Bai Shanshui to crack the big floating water prison. Some trembled: "Since you have promised to wait... why don't you wait!"
Changsun Qianxue was surprisingly not angry, and explained: "It's not that I'm impatient, it's just because he wants to kill Wang Taixu's subordinate, and I don't want him to kill Wang Taixu's subordinate."
Hearing this explanation, Ding Ning's anger subsided quickly, but the coldness all over his body still made his body tremble slightly.
He took a deep breath, walked in front of Changsun Qianxue, and asked, "After killing Fan Zhuo, how did you deal with it?"
Changsun Qianxue didn't want to recall the scene at that time, frowned slightly and said: "I tried my best to eliminate the breath of the Nine Nether Hades Sword, and used Zhao Dizhen Fire Palace to burn his body and everything around him. .”
Ding Ning was silent for a moment, then said, "What were you thinking at that time?"
Changsun Qianxue said: "Even if I can't completely conceal the aura of my attack, at least I won't let others know who I killed."
"Your thinking is correct." Ding Ning calmed down, and said slowly: "But Fan Zhuo is not an ordinary practitioner. If you want to kill him, you must at least show the power close to the seventh-level middle-level. Such power cannot be completely Eliminate it, Jiantiansi or Shendusi can check it out."
The eldest grandson Qianxue lowered her head slightly, and said coldly: "So I admit that I am not good at many things."
Ding Ning was silent for a moment, and said, "I can't blame you for what happened this time, maybe with your incident, we can see a person's true attitude."
The eldest grandson Qianxue asked puzzledly, "Who?"
Ding Ning looked at her and said, "Ye Ce Leng."
Changsun Qianxue's voice was suddenly cold, and she said, "You think too much."
Ding Ning did not refute, but shook his head and smiled bitterly.
If he was really thinking too much, if Ye Celeng instead relied on Bai Shanshui's power and Bai Shanshui's revenge, then he wouldn't be able to wait for the Minshan sword meeting to start.
People like Bai Shanshui regard life as ants and have no scruples.
In the face of such a person's direct and frantic killing, who can hide the secret
If you can't wait until the Minshan Sword Club, even if you can enter Changling again in the future, will you still have the opportunity to enter the Minshan Sword Sect and get the continuation of the gods
Thinking of Xue Taixu, Ding Ning's face became more bitter.
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In the thick darkness, the scorched-earthed riverside is more like a haunted ghostland.
On the frozen river, a stream of water suddenly gushed out soundlessly.
Wearing a white fox fur coat, his complexion is as fair as fat, and his appearance is as handsome as that of a rich man's gentle son, but Bai Shanshui, who exudes an indescribable arrogance, rises in the middle of the water.
The Great Rebellion of Yunshui Palace made countless people in the world shudder at the mention of his name. Although he can clearly perceive that there are still Daqin practitioners in the forest far outside at this moment, he doesn't care.
He just needs a moment.
A crystal tear fell from his eye socket, fell on the ice but disappeared without a sound.
But from the ice under his feet, a few drops of white water slowly oozed out.
Seeing these few drops of white water, he was sure that the battle here was caused by Fan Zhuo, and that Fan Zhuo had already been killed.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, countless tiny drops of water ooze from the scorched ashes and fly upwards.
In his perception, there is a ghostly fire rising from the ground, and a black bamboo grows, swaying in the night mist.