The snow is falling and the fog is fading.

In the past, the lotus pond in Tianshan was listed as a private forbidden area by the Snow Tiger King. It was once visited by Su Xian and Ning Qingqi. Now the top of the mountain has gradually opened up to become a public territory. The eyes are filled with snow tigers. They are not like the flying snow when they were walking on the snow and walking on the tiger steps. The snow tigers' eyes closed slightly, their bodies slowly undulate, and almost substantial white mist sprayed out from their noses. The breathing sounds like muffled thunder, echoing over and over again on the top of the mountain, forming a low and sob fog wind, gently lifting their tiger whiskers.

In the air, Xue Kunpeng took Su Xian and Meng Miao to land. Su Xian took two steps down the mountain, then turned around again, frowned slightly, looked carefully, and glanced back and forth, swept the bodies of hundreds of snow tigers nearby, and then met Ning Qingkuai's plain eyes, and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"

The Snow Tiger King is not among these snow tigers. Most of these snow tigers are in their childhood or old age. Su Xian did not notice the changes in the Snow Tiger clan. They were really too quiet, which subverted Su Xian's impression of their past. But once they were careful to observe, their changes could not stand the scrutiny. Just because the body of the snow tiger became much smaller, this would be seen.

In addition, the number is much smaller.

Seeing Su Xian’s eyes coming, Ning Qingkuang didn’t want to say anything, but at this moment he curled his lips indifferently and explained: “Your people insisted that I pay for the cost of practicing in the Lotus Pond in Tianshan. I simply taught these tiger cubs an ancient method to awaken ancient bloodlines. This one is definitely the secret of Tianji Academy.”

"Is it a great price?" Su Xian didn't believe that Ning Qingkuang was so kind, with a serious face, moved his gaze away, looked at the sleeping snow tigers worriedly, and asked naturally.

Ning Qingkuang didn't nod, his eyes were slightly raised, and his magnetic voice pressed out and replied: "What else? If you want to evolve, it is a matter of one step to heaven and one step to hell. I just provided them with a possibility, but you also saw that no tiger was retreating. The theory of evolution is also applicable to monsters, survival of the fittest, success and defeat of the enemy. You think there are two choices, but for them, there is no other choice. If you were you, you would go."

In ancient times, a group of pseudo-Emperor Demon races were crowded under the imperial demon list. Those monsters that were mostly one of the racial differences on the imperial demon list were also popular among the world 100,000 years ago. After all, they are the closest beings to the imperial demons, such as the Mingyue Xiong Pass Horse, Feng Shenxiang, etc., which missed the Emperor Demon List. The most distinctive representative of this type of race is the Kuixi Scorpion clan, which is a veritable one hundred and one.

That is, the top race under the imperial demon.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Kuixi Scorpion overcame the clans and even defeated the clans of Mingyue Xiong Pass Horse, Feng Shenxiang and other races, but was defeated by the Qingqiu Ancestor Fox of the Emperor Demon Ninety-Eight and the Imperial Demon Ninety-Nine. In the end, it was no longer possible to fall from the altar, fade out of that glorious history, fall into the mortal world, and is unknown.

Reality is so cruel, with a slight mistake and a thousand miles apart.

The two races, Qingqiu Zuhu and Huanyinzi, have an extremely similar attribute, that is, they are both well versed in the way of divine thoughts.

Kui Xisie of the same level lost this.

There are no monsters in the world with very thin bloodline concentrations. Any monsters with this kind of monster are nothing more than that they have experienced too many generations, and are getting farther and farther away from their ancestors' bloodlines, and their concentrations are constantly diluted, resulting in lower and lower talents, becoming weaker and weaker, and entering an infinite cycle of death. This has led to so many inferior and humble monsters on the ancient Great Six.

If we trace the roots, the most distant ancestors of these monsters must be a powerful existence, which is a theorem.

Similarly, there is no snow tiger tribe in the world that has low bloodlines. They are just a branch, a paragenetic population that has weakened bloodlines and has been abandoned by their ancestors.

So, which monster race is the most distant ancestor of the Snow Tiger Clan?

Su Xian guessed that it should be the Storm Fender Snow Tiger, and it is also a race that fell into the Imperial Demon List. Its status and reputation were comparable to the Mingyue Pass and the Feng Shenxiang.

Now, under the guidance of Ning Qingkuang, the Xuehu tribe on Xuefeng is carrying out a process of returning to the ancestors.

This process is extremely difficult and life and death are unpredictable. Either awaken the bloodline of the ancestors' storm, the dragon soars, and the wonderfulness of the ancient ancestors, fighting against the sky again, holding bones proudly, or the bloodline is completely exhausted, the cultivation is lost, the life span is long, and the life span is long, and it is suddenly destroyed.

"You will destroy the entire Snow Tiger Clan like this." Su Xian sighed in a sad voice, and said in a complicated mood.

On the one hand, Su Xian is also willing to inspire the evolution and growth of the Snow Tiger Clan.

On the other hand, Su Xian did not want to see them die one by one without regret. After all, this bloodline has been degraded for 100,000 years, and it has become a difficult task to climb to heaven. Even if they ignite their bloodline and burn their flesh and blood, they will most likely be useless in the end. Not only will they accomplish nothing, but they will also completely destroy the Snow Tiger Clan in the snow.

Feelings will also arise between humans and monsters. Although the Snow Tiger Clan is not Su Xian’s monster, whether it is Su Xian’s timely help in his childhood, or accompanying them through the trough and regaining the overlord position, Su Xian has long regarded them as a partner population that can live in peace and help each other.

But the most worrying thing at the moment is that the probability of this so-called ancient method is absolutely low. What Su Xian is afraid of is that the lives of hundreds of Snow Tigers will not give birth to a vision of returning to the ancestors. At that time, even Su Xian would not judge whether their practice was worth it or not.

Ning Qingkuang's cold eyes sternly, and said in a low voice: "This is their own choice, what does it have to do with me? I'll do you do it again? I'll give you a zodiac now, telling you that there are countless opportunities, but there are no life, or you will go? You are compassionate to them now. In a hundred years, a thousand years, you still have to watch their limits come, birth, old age, sickness and death, and a cycle of reincarnation. What is the difference between such an inaction-free death or a late death?"

"Su Xian, I thought you were a decisive and decisive person, but you still felt so sentimental. Have you been so comfortable after walking for the past year and a half? So your blood is not cold enough, and your heart is not cruel enough." The words were like thunder, with a cold and harsh sound in the desolation, and Ning Qingkuai was no longer as shocked as before. At this time, his eyes were tense and he shouted in a stern voice.

However, Su Xian did not agree with Ning Qingkuang's criticism. He had a light in his eyes and replied calmly: "These are two things. They have no feelings for you, but they have a connection with me. You are too extreme."

Hearing this, Ning Qingkuang's breath was suffocated and speechless for a long time. He snorted, turned around, jumped onto the huge snow lotus, and sat cross-legged, no longer arguing with Su Xian. He was not good at talking and Su Xian had his own ideas, so he couldn't deny it. As if he couldn't accuse Ye Zhiqiu of his actions, he simply remained silent.

Ning Qingkuang said: "Give me the essence and blood."

I said I was tired, so I should practice.

Seeing Ning Qingkuang giving in, Su Xian was not in the mood to argue for who was right or wrong again. Xue Kunpeng exploded half of his wings, and the red feathers fell one after another, and the blood mist spread one foot away. Xue Kunpeng had no expression on his face, controlling his body and condensed drops of essence and blood. Then Su Xian took out the seven-mouth stone bottle and began to lead the fall of essence and blood.

Tick!

Tick!

...

After getting the essence and blood, Ning Qingkang entered a state of retreat on the top of the mountain where the snow was swaying, and fell into silence with the entire Snow Tiger Clan.

Alas!

The snow became deeper and from this day on, the snow peak suddenly became quiet.

Three hundred drops of the holy poisonous rat essence and blood were given to Meng Miao for practice.

The remaining two hundred drops are one, each of Su Xian and Su Ruxue.

I wanted to ask for a portion for Xuantian Turtle, but Xuantian Turtle is increasing bloodline concentration rather than blood exchange. This improvement is different from the Martial King Realm concept of martial arts practitioners. Xuantian Turtle is essentially an ice-attributed turtle clan. Nirvana blood is called essence and blood because it is a blood essence that falls off after the phoenix Nirvana. Its essence is closer to heaven and earth treasure, but it is just a heaven and earth treasure presented in the form of essence and blood.

The Immortal Blood Marrow is not listed here. It is a veritable Zerg essence and blood. It is suitable for Zerg, but it excludes other races.

The same is true for the essence and blood of the Holy Poison Rat.

Therefore, Su Xian did not ask for one hundred drops of the essence and blood of the Holy Poison Rat for Xuantian Turtle.

At the bottom of the Tianshan Lotus Pond, the Xuantian Turtle is still silent. This Wanhan Pond is very consistent with its attributes and can be said to be tailor-made. At this moment, it is full of light waves, limbs are curled up, and blood-colored veins are flashing on the turtle shell. The meridians extend and are connected in all directions, like spider webs spreading all corners, with a rich breath, and vigorous energy that leads to its appearance sometimes peaceful and sometimes hideous.

As time goes by, the bloodline in Xuantian Turtle's body is gradually becoming stronger, and 40% of the peak is just around the corner. It is estimated that the time for Su Ruxue to wake up will be earlier than Su Ruxue's awakening.

The figure of the dream beast wanders in the vast snowy area, and the purple phantom passes through the invisible streams of light, making it so indescribable.

Blood Kunpeng almost never saw the weakness after bleeding. He lifted his wings and turned his back to the untouchable sky, soaring straight up, soaring in all directions in the snow.

Just like Su Xian seemed to have become a lonely man, walking on the vast snow, with a blink of an eye.

While wandering around, Su Xian met the Snow Tiger King who had been waiting on the top of the mountain for a long time. He did not devote all his life and death decisions like other tigers in the tribe. He was the overlord of the Snow Tiger clan and the pillar of the Snow Tiger clan. Without it, the Snow Tiger clan would fall into endless power struggles and panic turmoil again. It was not that it did not want to have a similar blood dialogue with his ancient ancestors, but it was just that the time had not yet come.

One day, it will also start the ritual of returning home that is sacred for every snow tiger, regardless of success or failure, whether it is life or death.

"Su Xian, you are back. Can you let me talk to my father for a few words?" King Xuehu said in a voice transmission.

Perhaps, it is going to say goodbye to Xuehuyan.

This time, the Snow Tiger King is not like the spirit of the past. In his prime, it actually showed a deep and dusk aura, like an old man who has no more time to steal. His originally fierce eyes are full of deepness, as if he is looking at death as if he is home to die.

Su Xian's eyes were faint, and there was a hint of sadness in the calm. Without dissuasion, he silently summoned Xuehuyan, creating space for conversation for the father and son. Before leaving, he asked more: "Is it worth it?"

This Snow Tiger tribe only won a victory not long ago, and established a position in the huge snow peak that will not be shaken in recent years.

However, not long after, they embarked on a journey again, opening up a vague rumor of ancestral return.

A glory in one day, a frozen bone overnight.

"Su Xian. Sooner or later, you will leave Xuefeng and go to the higher and farther land to fight. Even if the Snow Tiger tribe lives in this cold and frozen area all year round, our blood has never been cold. We also have ambitions and we yearn for the earth to turn the world and take charge of the wind and clouds. Since we are all fighting for what we think and think in our hearts, and fighting to break free from the shackles, what else is worth it? We are all the same on this road, and we have no choice." The Snow Tiger King's voice transmission was extremely calm, but it penetrated Su Xian's soul with a terrifying effect.

yes!

I don’t have time to be sad anymore, and I don’t have time to be pity anymore.

Today he began to worry about whether these snow tigers who had been with him day and night would disappear on the way to their ideals. At this moment, Su Xian himself was doing it.

Everyone is the same.

If you want to have an ordinary life and take a step back, you will be able to have a broad sky.

If you are not willing to be ordinary, you will grit your teeth and take a step forward. You should not look around anymore, but move forward together and move forward bravely.

What is outdated is what is eliminated.

When it comes to the future, who is qualified to look back, look back at the path you have walked, and pay homage to the companions who have walked side by side for a while.

The rapid waves of the times are constantly pushing everyone and demons forward.

The comfort and silence of this era are about to end.

After the cruel and bloody era of the Great Demon, the truly surging era is coming.

Before this shocking change of the era of Da6, in an inconspicuous corner of the Eastern Region of Da6, in this vast snowy area, Su Xian went down the mountain alone, with his shoulders and his feet shattered snow, silently visited a group of tigers, fighting and competing, or leaving in a mess or high, and began his journey of hard work in his precipitation of martial arts and tempering skills.

Because, just after listening to the words of the Snow Tiger King, Su Xian gradually realized that some of the people and things around him had left him in silence.

Whether it is Su Ruxue who is about to travel far away, or the Snow Tiger Clan who is sleeping desperately without avoiding axes and halberds.

Over the past year and a half, Su Xian has gained a lot, and has been comfortable for too long. He seems to have forgotten what it feels like to lose, so he becomes worried about gains and losses.

After going around for so long, Su Xian in Xuefeng has truly realized that losing is inevitable. At this moment, he has no choice but to save anything. He is so small that he still has to get used to losing himself.

After all, more than a year ago, he embarked on his own unique journey of heaven by losing the company of the Black Elder.

The snow falls in my heart, and the ice is sad.

If you want to have it, you must first learn to lose it.
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