Half a month later, Ning Chen's hair began to turn white, not much, with a wisp of snow mixed with the black hair, which can only be seen when the cold wind blows.

The fingers of both hands could no longer flow from blood, and the same was true for tearing open the blood scab. Ning Chen slashed his right wrist with a stroke, and finally, blood flowed down again.

Ning Chen's blood was left everywhere on the lake, but the legendary diamond crystal flower still did not appear.

On the 20th day, Ning Chen's vitality gradually faded, his hair no longer turned white, and he still had not much gray hair. The difference is that both black and white were dyed with a lifeless gray.

"Ahem"

On Qianxue Lake, Ning Chen kept coughing, and his internal organs were in severe pain, but he had been vomiting and bleeding recently.

The dry and cracked skin continued to crack in the cold wind, and the blood was not blood, but even more cracked flesh and blood. The life that was hanging on the Heavenly Pill has gradually dried up.

The effect of the heart-breaking grass is getting smaller and smaller. It can last for nearly two days and now, it can only last for less than one day.

"Your vitality has begun to fade, and the one who planted the diamond crystal flowers may be very small. If you can't save him (her), you will eventually ruin yourself." Mu Qianshang came again, looking at the red lake surface and said calmly.

Ning Chen smiled tiredly and did not speak.

As long as Aman survives, nothing else matters.

One month later, Ning Chen's blood seemed to flow, and no drop of blood could flow down his ten fingers and wrists.

The fingers, wrists, and blood scabs were uncovered again, but the blood scabs were only white flesh and blood.

In fact, Ning Chen should have died long ago, but he could not die.

If he hadn't been able to die, Ning Chen might have really no longer wanted to live persistently.

The cold wind was cold, and the lonely swordsman was still lying quietly at the mouth of the Qingshuang Valley, with the black and white cloaks flying in the wind. On the side, the snow sword was scattered on the sword platform, allowing the wind and frost to blow. Sometimes vermilion red drips down the tip of the sword, slid to the ground, dyeing red and white snow.

"Do you want to give up?" Mu Qianshang's half-closed eyes opened, and a ray of light flashed in his silver eyes, and he whispered.

There is no blood to plant, so how can you talk about hope?

Suddenly, Mu Qianshang's body trembled suddenly, and his charming and handsome face changed for the first time.

The "madman" looked back with a cold look, and was shocked.

On Qianxue Lake, silver light rose around Ning Chen, and a majestic vitality slowly overflowed from his heart. His long black and white hair swayed in the cold wind. In the dazzling light, a drop of unusually red blood flew down and sank into the snow. Ning Chen's face turned pale in an instant, and he could no longer see any blood.

This is the essence and blood in the heart. With one drop, Ning Chen can survive until today, relying on his unparalleled foundation. At this moment, he will force out the blood in his heart and will undoubtedly destroy the foundation.

"Well"

With a long hum, Ning Chen's vitality dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, his long hair flew, and his grayness was covered in darkness.

The next moment, the cultivation level of the seventh grade after the day of the acquired sky quickly fell, and returned to the fifth grade realm again, and it was still falling.

There are not many heart-breaking grass. This time, before she could take it, Ning Chen fainted.

Mu Qianshang was silent, looking at Zhu Yan dripping from the snow sword, motionless.

The snow sword lying in the valley is still quietly lying in the Qingfrost Valley, like a natural barrier that blocks the boundary between life and death. Outside the valley, the warmth and coldness of the world, inside the valley, the world is cool, and no one can know Ning Chen's life and death. Living is luck, and death is fate.

In the Southern Xinjiang Prince Yue's Mansion, Prince Yan continued his life for Aman day by day, and also waited here day by day. A month later, he had not seen the return figure, and a faint sadness flashed through his eyes that were always calm.

It has been more than a month, but he still failed.

Prince Yan sent a letter that had been written long ago. He knew that Ning Chen had only one elder, Changsun, in this world, so this time, it was time for Changsun to come over and see him for the last time.

At the same time as the letter was sent, the war that had been delayed by the Northern Meng Royal Court in the north of Daxia, the Northern Meng Royal Court and the Great Xia finally began. The strength of the Northern Meng Royal Court, which had been recuperating for seven years, reached its peak. This was Fan Lingyue's long sleeves and good dance for seven years, and the wise people in the world were overshadowed.

The Beimeng King Court won the first battle, and most of the 100,000 soldiers from Beizhangyuan who were killed or injured were killed or injured, and they retreated back to Yanguicheng in a panic.

The name of military advisor spread all over the world again.

Beiwuhou guarded Yanguicheng, and Qinghehou guarded Xingchao Pass, blocking the two roads that the Northern Meng Iron Cavalry must pass to move south.

The garrison of Yan Guicheng plus the 40,000 soldiers who retreated, integrated 170,000 people to block the Northern Mongolian army. The 100,000 people brought by the Qinghe Hou from Qinghe City were stationed in Xingchao Pass to prevent the Northern Mongolian army from moving around.

The sword master understands the sword, the snow sword flies up and falls into the sword master's hands, the world of wind and snow changes instantly, a landscape painting spreads out, the sky waterfall falls, the sword tip enters the sky, the black mountain and white water, all in the artistic conception of the sword.

The amazing swordsman wrote a legend. Under the waterfall, the swordsman danced, and a sword passed by, and the snow-colored light crossed the sky waterfall, and the rushing water stopped instantly.

A moment later, the swordsman took the sword, the cold eyes flashed by silver, the landscape paintings quickly dissipated, and the Qingshuang Valley returned to its original state again.

In the center of Qingshuang Valley, a figure sat in a wheelchair without moving. Beside him, a beautiful ice flower bloomed in the wind, and the red hearts were as bright as blood. In the wind and snow, it was so beautiful that it was thrilling.

Mu Qianshang walked slowly, looking at the diamond crystal flowers on the lake, his expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his hand, the diamond crystal flowers turned into a stream of light and flew into his hand.

Outside the valley, the sound of horse hooves came, Mu Qianshang frowned slightly, his figure flashed, and disappeared from the center of the lake.

In the carved railings, a graceful and noble figure walked out, and beside him was accompanied by a young woman, with an imperceptible sadness on her soft face.

"I am here to pick him up home." Changsun spoke and then walked towards the valley step by step.

Mu Qianshang's eyes shrank, but there was no stop. The dragon, phoenix pearl, jade crown, and golden dragon, phoenix patterned clothes were undoubtedly the queen of Daxia today, Changsun Wuyou.

In the center of Qianxue Lake, Changsun looked at the figure sleeping in the wheelchair, and the sadness in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"He can only live more time in Qingshuang Valley," Mu Qianshang walked over and reminded.

"No need, he has been out for too long, it's time to go home." Changsun looked at Ning Chen's gray hair and said lightly.

Qingning stepped forward, her slender hands trembled, and her heart was filled with pain. She carefully picked up the latter, and a tear flowed out of her eyes unconsciously, and said softly, "Ning Chen, we are back home."

Mu Qianshang stopped talking and watched Changsun and Qingning leave with Ning Chen.

The quiet years and the ruthless time, in the Qingshuang Valley, Mu Qianshang left with the snow sword, heading towards the southern border, with no trace left in the valley, leaving only the sound of snow blowing. The blood in the middle of Qianshui Lake had long been flooded by wind and snow, and there was no trace of it.

He promised him to send the diamond flower to southern Xinjiang.

In the northwest of Daxia, Qinghe City, carriages passed by, and drove all the way to Qinghe Marquis' Mansion.

The Marquis of Qinghe has sent troops to Xingchao Pass. Now the Marquis' Mansion is the only Marquis of Taiping, and they will go to the north of Daxia soon.

No one can stop this war. The Northern Meng Royal Court had a military advisor, which was so powerful that it was shockingly. The once arrogant Daxia soldiers retreated one after another, in extreme embarrassment.

At this critical moment, bad news came from the West of Daxia again. Ye Wujun, the lord of the first hall of the Eternal Night Divine Sect, appeared in Xiling City to the west. The Blood-Clothed Marquis blocked him and was seriously injured. Life and death were unknown.

The heavy armored knights of the Divine Cult are led by three ninth-grade generals. With the moment when the Blood-Clothed Marquis is seriously injured, they will reach Xiling City and step across the last barrier west of Daxia at any time.

The situation in Daxia is in danger in a blink of an eye, and the dynasty that has been invincible for thousands of years has tended to collapse.

After a series of bad news, in the Tianyu Hall, the overworked Emperor Xia vomited blood and fainted. The three dukes who had always ignored the government had to come out to take charge of the overall situation and barely stabilize the hearts of the ministers in the court and the country.

In the spring of the second year of the New Calendar, this was the most difficult time in the history of Daxia. The Northern Meng royal court and the Yongye God Sect jointly raised troops to attack Xia. In the first battle, Daxia soldiers suffered 60,000 casualties and seriously injured a Wuhou.

This is a humiliation that has never been seen in the history of Daxia for thousands of years. The war has just begun, and both soldiers and generals have retreated in full swing.

The places where the Blood-Clothing Marquis and Wu Jun fought were all in ruins. The Wu Hou in Daxia is not bad, but Wu Jun is the first person today, and there is no suspense about the defeat of the Blood-Clothing Marquis.

The undefeated Wu Jun is still invincible in the world. Few people can be injured, but they will never die. It can be said to be the strongest force in the world.

There is a military advisor in the north and a Wujun in the west. The future of Daxia seems to be without any light for a moment.

The Great Xia is in decline, and the forces that have been shocked by the Great Xia force have begun to move. The tigers swallow dragons have become an irreversible trend.

Three days later, Mu Qianshang arrived at Prince Yue's mansion in southern Xinjiang, sent the crystal flower to him, and then left.

Prince Yan saw the diamond crystal flower and felt extremely complicated. This flower was blooming too late.

Aman's aura was almost completely dispersed. Even if the flowers bloomed, no one knew whether they could be saved.

Prince Yan placed the diamond crystal flower in front of Aman's seriously injured heart, and then circulated his true energy and forced the strange flower grown in blood into the latter's heart vein. The next moment, the diamond crystal flower bloomed brilliantly, and the flowers bloomed more colorfully, dyeing the whole room into a strange blood color.

Aman was still not awake and was quietly unconscious. Prince Yan was powerless and could only continue to use his true energy to sort out his body every day.

Two more days later, the Barbarian King arrived. He received a letter from Aman. After coming to Prince Yue’s mansion, he realized that he was late.

The Barbarian King took Aman away. The arrogant overlord of the Barbarian Dynasty seemed to have grown ten years old in one day, and he couldn't even say a painful word.

At the same time, Ning Chen, who was covered in gray hair in Qinghe Hou Mansion, was also lying on the bed, motionless, and his whole body was cracked. None of his hands and arms were intact, which was extremely desolate.

Changsun and Qingning stood quietly by, and no one had to say a word.

Time has never left its name and no mercy. Two unconscious figures, one in the Barbarian Dynasty and the other in the Qinghe River, are more than a thousand miles apart, and should not have met each other, and they will eventually leave far away...

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