In the world of ice and snow, the little girl walked alone, wearing a red dress on her back, and 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 paid homage to, but the little girl who never stopped for a moment, her clothes were wet with sweat and her forehead was stained red with blood.
The cold winter wind blew on her body, biting to the bone, and she stayed awake for many days. Even though she was already congenital, the little girl gradually couldn't hold on, and her delicate body staggered with every step she took.
Not far away, in the village, the sound of banging iron reached my ears, one after another.
The little girl looked up and looked ahead. There was not much brilliance in her big eyes. She walked a few more steps. Suddenly her consciousness blurred and she fell silently into the heavy snow.
In the village, in front of Blacksmith's shop, the little boy who was chopping firewood saw it and immediately dropped Woodcutter's Blade and ran over.
"Mom, someone has fainted."
Seeing the two unconscious figures in the heavy snow, the little boy's still immature face showed a hint of urgency, and he shouted towards the house behind.
Not long after he finished speaking, a woman walked out of a house not far away and saw two figures lying in the heavy snow in front of the village. She turned around and said, "Dad, someone really has fainted. Go and have a look."
In the room, a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face 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, and hurried out, calling out, "My dear mother, come and help me too."
"Yes"
The woman dropped what she was holding and followed quickly.
In the heavy snow, the unconscious girl, with blood stains still visible on her eyebrows, prayed to countless people and prayed to countless families.
The man carried the young man in red on the snow, then helped the woman and the little boy lift the girl, and walked carefully towards the village.
In the house, the fire was beating and it was very warm, in sharp contrast to the cold outside.
The man and the woman helped the two unconscious people to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and then quickly brought hot water to warm them up.
"Please ask the doctor to come and take a look." The woman looked at the two young men on the bed and said a little unbearably.
"Yes, please"
The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"I'll invite you"
After hearing this, the little boy trotted out and ran towards the village.
Not long after, a panting old man in green shirt was pulled over by the little boy. After entering the room, he let out a long breath.
"Doctor Li Please show these two children quickly," the woman said with a worried look.
"Let's see"
The old man put down the medicine box, walked forward, and checked the pulses of the two of them one by one. There was a strange color on the old face, and the pulse was very strange.
"What's going on?" The man asked.
"This little girl is fine. It's just that she is exhausted from running around for a long time. She will be able to recover after some rest. However, this young man's pulse condition"
Having said this, the old man shook his head slightly and said, "This is not the pulse condition that ordinary people should have, or in other words, this is not the pulse condition that a living person should have."
Mo Xing, in front of the Message Peak Daoist platform, three figures stood respectfully, Fifth Peak, Sixth Peak, Seventh Peak, the masters of the three peaks arrived, waiting for their orders.
"Lao Wu"
On the platform, Ink Lord spoke and said calmly, "How long have you been a beginner?"
"Three hundred years" Qi Huan said respectfully.
"It turns out it's been so long."
Ink Lord's old eyes flashed with emotion, looking at the peaks that had turned into empty mountains, he said, "How are you doing with the immortal skills I taught you?"
"The disciple is dull and has never been able to understand the true essence of immortality." Qi Huan lowered his head and responded.
Ink Lord heard this, frowned slightly and said, "Come forward."
Qi Huan raised his head, took steps, and walked to the platform.
Ink Lord raised his hand, colorful brilliance shone, and an ancient and primitive power continued to pour into the former's body. The vast and terrifying pressure made the entire Ink Mountain shake.
"Uh"
An extremely painful groan sounded, and blood dripped from the corner of Qi Huan's mouth, unable to bear the power of the immortal magic entering his body.
The shining seven-color brilliance became more and more prosperous, and Qi Huan's aura became more and more powerful, breaking through the limitations of the virtual realm and stepping into the real realm.
"Ah"
The scattered blood filled the world, and the cost of forcibly improving his cultivation was also beyond the endurance level. Qi Huan's body was constantly shaking, and he was covered in blood.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ink Lord stopped his hand, calmed down his breath, looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly, "Go ahead, don't let me down."
"Yes"
Qi Huan's body was still trembling, so he reluctantly stood up, then turned around and walked towards Message Peak.
A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the masters of Sixth Peak and Seventh Peak, and he lowered his head silently.
True Martial Star, in the boundless wilderness, there is a lonely city, inaccessible. It was completely destroyed by war hundreds of years ago, and now it is no longer inhabited.
In the city, in a dilapidated mansion, Marquis in Purple was waiting quietly. There was only one person in the large city.
Xiang Yuan did not return, Lü Luo went out to look for medicine as usual, leaving Zi Chuan to guard the stronghold.
After waiting for several days, no one came back. Marquis in Purple's face gradually showed impatience, his breath was restless, and his heart was full of irritation.
At this moment, dark clouds were rolling over the city, thunder was booming, and under the shocking pressure, a figure in green clothes appeared and slowly fell.
Marquis in Purple looked at the figure appearing in the sky, looking stunned and shocked.
How did he find this place?
"Zi Chuan, come back with me"
Qi Huan landed, and the boundless pressure spread. The entire city suddenly collapsed, and the mountains sank to the ground, sinking ten feet.
"Can't do it"
Marquis in Purple looked down and said.
"Then just die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Huan stepped on his foot, turned his palm Condensing Essence, and stepped forward in an instant.
The sudden killing came without any warning. Marquis in Purple concentrated on it, waved his hand, and the purple sword edge appeared, blocking the former's palm.
With a thud, the tiger's mouth split open and blood spilled out. Marquis in Purple took a few steps back, and blood overflowed from his arms.
"Impossible, how could you have such a cultivation level?" Marquis in Purple said, his face darkening.
"Say it again, come back with me," Qi Huan said coldly.
"Impossible"
Marquis in Purple stepped forward, the sword light was shining, and the chapter of life and death began again.
The clashing palms and swords, the flashes of light, each one is a prelude to death, fellow sects are killing each other, the eyes looking at each other seem heartless, and blood and tears fall in the hearts.
The desolate city was completely reduced to ruins during the battle between the two, and dust and boulders flew up, blocking the setting sun.
There is no doubt that he was also him once, and I know that he was also involuntarily. Zi Chuan When his heart ached, the edge on the sword became faster and faster, just to survive, just to survive.
Qi Huan flipped his palms to shake the sword's edge. There was no emotion on his face, and he showed no mercy on his hands. Every move was of earth-shaking power.
The intense battle situation was beyond imagination. Marquis in Purple was shocked and even more shocked. The power of the sword was raised to the limit to compete with the opponent who had completely transformed.
"Uh"
With a muffled groan, his palm force broke through the restraints of the sword light and was imprinted on his chest. Marquis in Purple took a few steps back, his mouth overflowing with red.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Marquis in Purple pointed his left hands together, Condensing Essence, and a Dao Sword rainbow came out around the sword. Immortal magic appeared in the world, and Startling God shot out of the sky with one sword.
"Xianju, Purple Rainbow Piercing the Sun"
Immortal magic comes out, the sky is filled with purple rainbows, filled with Sword Intent, and the sky is opened and the sea is broken.
When Qi Huan saw this, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Zi Chuan, this is what real magic should be like."
"Seven Rainbows Bury the Sun"
As he spoke, Qi Huan raised his hand, and suddenly, the power of the law within a hundred miles rolled wildly. In the void in front, an illusory divine sun appeared, instantly shattered and invisible, swallowing the people in front of him.
Colorful, purple rainbows collided, and the terrifying aftermath roared out. The terrifying power instantly annihilated the surrounding void and exploded for hundreds of miles.
In the aftermath, Marquis in Purple flew out, blood flying like rain, and it was extremely embarrassing.
"Demonic Descent"
No longer able to hesitate, Marquis in Purple took a steady step, and the black energy around him rose into the sky, with violent waves of black energy rising endlessly.
In the black air, Zi Chuan's face changed rapidly, Demonic Mark criss-crossed, pale eyes, pupils disappeared, eerie and abnormal, making people feel chilled.
The next moment, a hundred-foot demonic shadow appeared, the majestic Demonic Qi, striking the ground.
The demon soul joined him, and the injuries in Marquis in Purple's body were suppressed. When his feet moved, his figure disappeared instantly.
The sword edge fell, and the demon shadow behind him dropped its fist at the same time. Demonic Qi The sword force passed by, and the void collapsed directly, turning into nothingness.
Qi Huan narrowed his eyes, and the colorful brilliance gathered on his palm, suddenly blocking the incoming attack.
With a roaring sound, the two men exited simultaneously, their clothes stained red with blood at their mouths.
"Immortal magic, Jinghong"
Before the aftermath was over, he saw a rainbow of light passing by, breaking through the space, and suddenly reaching in front of him.
Marquis in Purple swung his sword to block the attack. Suddenly, his body stagnated and it was hard to lift his true energy.
"How could it be"
He was caught off guard, and it was too late to react. The rainbow light passed through his body, staining his eyes with blood.
After the dust and sand dispersed, a white robe disappeared silently. The figure fell to the ground with blood, the ground was stained red, and the eyes were unwilling and shocked. They could not close their eyes until death.
Not far away, Qi Huan looked at the figure lying in a pool of blood. The grief in his eyes could no longer be concealed. The moment he turned around, tears lingered in his eyes.
"I hope we don't have to see each other again in the next life."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Huan stepped away and disappeared under the setting sun.
The cold wind blew, and dust flew up, covering the souls of those who died in the battle. Zi Chuan, the seventh son of Momen, survived by luck a hundred years ago, but a hundred years later, death is still unavoidable.
The tragedy of being killed by fellow sects, among the nine sons of the Mo sect, who can be an exception.
The setting sun set, the cold moon gradually rose, and green light gathered in the distance. Lü Luo, who had returned from searching for medicine, looked at the city in the distance, and suddenly his body trembled violently.
"Zi Chuan"
The figure flashed past and rushed forward quickly.
In the collapsed mansion, the purple clothes were stained with dust, but the unwilling eyes still refused to close, looking at the sky, seeming to accuse God of injustice.
"Zi Chuan, uh"
Extremely sad and painful, seeing the unbelievable scene in front of him, Lü Luo's eyes trembled, and he took two steps forward, his body trembling continuously.
Green Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, had always been calm. At this moment, he could no longer remain calm. His tears fell one drop after another and fell into the dust.
She was treated harshly and scolded again and again, which was the anger of the senior sister who depended on each other for her hatred of her junior brother. However, in this world, they were each other's last relatives, so how could she really not care about him.
The cold wind blew by, desolate to the bones, and there was a sad sound in the wind, whistling, rustling, and miserable...