In the snowy world, the little girl walked alone, wearing a red dress on her back, and still never woke up.

I don’t know how far I have traveled, how long I have walked, how many people I have worshiped, and the little girl’s clothes that have never stopped for a moment were wet with sweat, and her forehead was stained with blood.

The cold wind in winter blew on the body, making it cold and irritating, and I couldn't sleep for many days. Even if I had already entered the innate world, the little girl gradually couldn't hold on. Every time she took a step, her delicate body staggered.

Not far away, in the village, the sound of iron-thrusting came into my ears, one by one, one by one.

The little girl looked up at the front, and there was no more light in her big eyes. She took a few more steps, and suddenly her consciousness blurred and fell silently into the heavy snow.

In the village, in front of the blacksmith shop, the little boy who was chopping firewood saw it, immediately dropped the hatchet and ran over.

"Mom, someone fainted"

Seeing two figures unconscious in the heavy snow, the little boy's still tender face showed a hint of brilliance and shouted loudly to the room behind him.

Not long after the words fell, a woman walked out of the room not far away and saw two figures lying in the snow in front of the village. She turned around and said, "The father of the child, someone has fainted. Hurry up and take a look."

In the room, a middle-aged man with a honest face put down the hammer in his hand and immediately looked outside.

"It's a little girl, and a young man."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't dare to delay any more, so he hurried out and called out, "Damn, come here to help, too."

"kindness"

The woman threw down her things and followed quickly.

In the heavy snow, the unconscious girl still had blood on her eyebrows. For a prayer, she prayed for countless people and prayed for countless families.

The man carried the young man in red on the snow, helped the woman and the little boy to help the girl up, and walked carefully towards the village.

In the room, the fire was beating, very warm, in sharp contrast to the cold outside.

The man and the woman helped the unconscious two men to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and then quickly brought hot water to warm their bodies.

"Please come and have a look, doctor." The woman looked at the two young men on the bed and said a little unbearable.

"Yeah, please"

The man hesitated for a moment, and nodded and responded.

"I'll invite"

The little boy had heard of it and ran out toward the village.

Soon, an old man in blue shirt was panting and was pulled by the little boy. After entering the house, he let out a long sigh.

"Doctor Li, please show these two children quickly." The woman said worriedly.

“It depends on it”

The old man put down the medicine box, walked forward, and took the pulse of the two of them one by one. A strange color appeared on his old face, and a strange pulse was so strange.

"What's going on?" the man asked.

"This little girl is fine. She just worked hard for a long time and overdrawn her body. She can recover after resting for a while. However, the pulse of this young man."

Speaking of this, the old man shook his head gently and said, "This is not the pulse that ordinary people should have, or rather, this is not the pulse that a living person should have."

...

Mo Xing, in front of the platform of the Message Peak, three figures stood respectfully, the fifth peak, the sixth peak, and the seventh peak, the three peaks arrived together, waiting to receive the order.

"Old Five"

On the Taoist platform, Master Mo spoke and said lightly, "How long have you been in the game?"

"Three Hundred Years" Qi Huan said respectfully.

"So it's been so long"

A hint of emotion flashed in the old eyes of Master Mo, looking at the peaks that had become empty mountains, and said, "How have I practiced the immortal arts I taught you?"

"The disciples are dull in qualifications and can never understand the essence of immortal arts." Qi Huan lowered his head and responded.

Upon hearing this, the Mo Lord frowned slightly and said, "Come on."

Qi Huan raised his head, stepped forward, and walked to the front of the road platform.

The Mo Lord raised his hand, and the colorful light shone brightly. A stream of eternal primitive power continued to pour into the former body. The vast and boundless pressure made the entire Moshan shake.

"Well"

A very painful groan sounded, and blood flowed down Qi Huan's mouth, unable to bear the power of immortal arts into his body.

The shining colorful light became more and more prosperous, and Qi Huan's aura became stronger and stronger, breaking through the limitations of the virtual realm and entering the realm.

"ah"

The disintegrating blood filled the world, and the cost of strengthening cultivation was also beyond the level of tolerance. Qi Huan's body kept trembling and covered in blood.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Master Mo stopped, his breath was restrained, he looked at the person in front of him and said calmly, "Go, don't let your teacher down."

"yes"

Qi Huan's body was still trembling, he barely stood up, and then turned around and walked down the meditative peak.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the master of the Sixth Peak and the Seventh Peak, and he silently lowered his head.

Zhenwu Star, on the boundless wilderness, a lonely city, rarely visited by people. It was completely destroyed by war hundreds of years ago, and now it is no longer inhabited.

In the city, in a dilapidated mansion, the Purple-Clothed Marquis was quietly waiting, and there was only one person in the huge city.

Before Xiang Yuan returned, Luluo went out to look for medicine as usual, leaving Zichuan to guard the stronghold.

Waiting for several days, no one came back. The Ziyi Hou gradually showed impatience on her face, her breath was restless, and her heart was full of irritability.

At this moment, dark clouds rolled over the city, and thunder was thunder. Under the astonishing pressure, a figure in blue appeared and slowly fell.

The Ziyi Hou looked at the figure appearing in the sky, looked stunned and shocked.

How did he find this place?

"Zichuan, go back with me"

Qi Huan landed, and boundless oppression spread out. The entire city collapsed, the mountains fell to the ground, and the ground fell to the ground.

"Not possible"

The purple-clothed Marquis looked dark and said.

"Then die."

After the words came, Qi Huan stepped on his feet, turned his palms to condense the Yuan, and instantly rushed up.

The sudden killing situation was without any warning. The purple-clothed Hou concentrated and waved his hand. The purple sword edge appeared, blocking the palm power of the front.

With a thump, the tiger's mouth cracked open and blood spilled. The purple-yield Hou took several steps in a row, and blood overflowed on his arm.

"Impossible, how could you have such cultivation?" The Ziyi Hou's face darkened and said.

"Say it again, go back with me," Qi Huan said coldly.

"impossible"

The purple-clothed Marquis stepped forward, and the sword light shone brightly, opening another chapter of life and death.

The clanging palms and swords, the bright lights, each one is a preface to death, the same students are slaughtering each other, the eyes that look at each other seem ruthless, and blood and tears fall into the heart.

The desolate city, in the battle between the two, completely became ruins, with huge dust and rocks flying, covering the setting sun.

There is no doubt that he was once him, and knew that he was also involuntarily. When Zichuan was heartbroken, the sharp edge of the sword became faster and faster, just to survive, just to survive.

Qi Huan flipped his palm and shook the sword. He could not see his emotions on his face, nor did he show mercy on his hands. Every move was a power that shook the sky and the earth.

The fierce battle situation beyond imagination was beyond imagination, and the purple-style Hou was even more shocked. The power on the sword was raised to the limit to fight against the opponent who had a comprehensive transformation.

"Well"

With a muffled groan, the palm power broke through the sword light and was stamped on his chest. The purple-yield Hou took a few steps back, and his mouth was red.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Ziyi Hou pointed with his left hand, Ningyuan, and sword rainbows came out around the sword. The immortal magic appeared in the world, and a sword shocked the gods and broke through the sky.

"Immortal Art, Purple Rainbow Passing the Sun"

The immortal magic came out, the purple rainbows were surging in the sky, the sword intent was filled, and the sky was broken through the sea.

Seeing this, Qi Huan narrowed his eyes and said, "Zichuan, this is the true magic of immortality."

"Seven Rainbow Burial Day"

As he spoke, Qi Huan raised his hand, and suddenly, the power of the law within a hundred miles swept wildly. In the void ahead, an illusory divine yang appeared, instantly shattering and invisible, devouring the person in front of him.

The colorful and purple rainbows collided, and the terrifying aftermath roared out, and the terrifying power instantly annihilated the surrounding void, shaking a hundred miles in a radius.

In the aftermath, the purple-clothed marquis flew out, and blood sprinkled like rain, in extreme embarrassment.

"Devil is here"

Without hesitation, the purple-clothed Hou made a steady step, and the black air around him soared into the sky, and the violent black air waves rose endlessly.

In the black air, Zichuan's face changed rapidly, with magic patterns crisscrossing, pale eyes, pupils disappeared, and they were extremely gloomy, making people feel cold in their hearts.

The next moment, a hundred-foot-meter-demon shadow appeared, and the majestic demonic energy penetrated the ground.
To be continued...