Between the sky and the earth, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the sky above the head was a thick lead-gray ink color.
A loud noise pierced the sky covered with heavy clouds, and the sky was dark.
Thunders descended one after another from the sky, knocking the extremely cold air above the mountain tops into the sky and sending huge waves of wind, snow, and cold waves into the sky.
The rare peace and purity in the world where corpses disappeared and ghosts disappeared did not last long, and strange phenomena reappeared.
In the windy and snowy world, Su Jing stood on the top of the cold snow mountain, with a pair of clear black jade eyes gleaming with brilliance.
The long and cold wind kept blowing up her white clothes and black hair.
She looked quietly at the closed door in front of her, motionless, as if she had become one with the solid stone in the cold wind and snow.
The mountains and rivers are silent, and the jade toad sinks to the west.
It wasn't until a glimmer of white dawn rose in the east that her low-hanging frost-covered eyelashes gently lifted up and glanced at the sky from a distance.
The frost-covered fingers on her back curled up slightly. After a moment of silence and reflection, she turned around and prepared to leave the south and head east.
Unexpectedly, Jiuhe turned around for a moment, and a flaming red dress appeared in the wind and snow.
The first sun in the east slowly rose between the two of them. The light spread over them and cast their figures into silhouettes. The air seemed to be stagnant for a moment.
Their eyes met, Feng Xue was speechless.
The cold and dangerous atmosphere became more and more intense in the frosty morning sun.
The red dress was like fire, the white hair fell at her feet, and her black hair was like silk, flying around.
There was still the last ray of hazy night in Yin Baishuang's pupils, and there was a mixture of unknown anger and resentment in the cold air.
Normally when Yu Su Jing was facing each other tit for tat, her eyes were extremely cold and cruel, and now the gaze he was looking at her was like an ice blade covered with snow, trying to peel out all the bones hidden in her flesh and blood body.
There were so many complex emotions wrapped around that hateful look that Su Jing didn't understand what it meant.
But at this moment, she was in no mood to deal with her.
"Step aside."
Yin Baishuang took one step forward, and dozens of icicles suddenly protruded from the mountain top, blocking Su Jing's path.
She said angrily: "Today, you can't go anywhere!"
In the past, Su Jing would have given her a good fight with this tit-for-tat provocation.
But for some unknown reason today, her fighting spirit was not high.
Su Jing glanced sideways at the sun that was rising higher and higher, and his tone of voice became softer, without the usual coldness.
"Its daybreak."
Yin Baishuang's eyes were downcast and she didn't speak.
Su Jing turned around, looked at her steadily, and said seriously: "He didn't bring an umbrella."
The four plain words easily melted away dozens of towering icicles that were filled with murderous intent.
Yin Baishuang's eyes were dark and deep, as if even the skylight could not illuminate her eyes.
"Su Jing, you are truly the most shameless person I have ever seen in the world."
She opened her lips and teeth coldly, and her words were like cold needles falling to the ground: "You already knew his identity, but you deceived him perfectly.
Now that the truth has been revealed, what qualifications do you think you have to stay here and wait for him to come out? "
Su Jing's heart felt a twinge, her fingers curled slightly, but her eyes were stubborn: "Whether you wait or not, it's up to you."
Yin Baishuang lowered her gaze and discovered something. Fang Tou's murderous intention that had just been concealed suddenly revived.
She stared hard at the red thread that could only be seen with spiritual vision, and she became furious.
"A thin thread! Who gave you the courage!"
In an instant, her face was as cold as frost on a winter night, and in the roaring wind and snow, a black dragon made of black ice soared from the bottom of the mountain cliff, and the strong wind lifted up the red sleeves.
The clouds were rolling, there were thunderous sounds from the sky, and the black dragons were circling and gathering above Su Jing's head, spraying purple-black frost gas from their mouths. The huge cliffs instantly looked like thousands of years of snow-capped mountains, freezing everything to death!
Red lotuses surged under Su Jing's feet, and her hair fluttered and twirled, forming a barrier of fire lotus, isolating the frosty sky from the firelight.
Two extremely hot and cold forces competed with each other. Su Jing's love-cutting sword hung on his waist but was not unsheathed. He obviously had no intention of fighting.
Yin Baishuang felt like she was touching scales, and frost flowers formed on her palms, gathering into an ice sword. The frost dragon roared up behind her.
All the frost on earth melted into the sword in her hand, and for a moment the light shone in the sky. She and the sword in her hand swayed upwards with the dragon's body, and the wind marks left in the air at such a fast speed were visible to the naked eye.
The cold sword flower split the sky, so that the sky became brighter and brighter.
In this way, Su Jing's cold brows also showed a trace of unconcealable impatience. She raised her palms and was about to press the sword on her waist.
The fierce wind intertwined with ice and fire tore at her hair and white clothes, her sleeves were smeared, and the ethereal red thread between her little fingers seemed to have been blown away by the strong wind.
This change happened so suddenly, Su Jing's pupils suddenly shrank into needles, and his pupils instantly shrank into thin lines.
A thin thread is a very mysterious technique. Although it is ethereal and cannot be touched and has no entity, it cannot be blown away by wind and snow.
At that moment, an extremely cold numbness crawled up her spine.
Su Jing felt chills all over his body, and the hand he just raised dropped as if his strength had been drained.
The fingers are trembling and the fingertips are blue and white.
The cold sword that came to attack turned around and disappeared. The powerful lotus fire that blocked the cold wind and snow was as fragile and breakable as ordinary fire at this moment.
The snow-white ice sword in Yin Baishuang's hand easily broke through the fire and came towards her.
But Su Jing just looked ahead in despair, with no scene reflected in his dull and dim eyes.
She didn't even dodge or resist Yin Baishuang's sword. She neither struggled nor raised her sword to defend.
The tip of the sword sank into the chest without any resistance, and a sad red flower bloomed among the snowy white clothes.
Yin Baishuang's strength was so great that he took her body and forced her back a few steps.
Su Jing staggered, blood dripping freely on the snow, leaving a string of bright red traces, but she seemed not to feel the pain.
The whole body seemed to be numb from the wind and snow, and the snow-white and thin clothes were gently fluttering in the wind.
Her face was as pale as paper, and warm, bright red blood slowly overflowed from the corners of her pursed lips.
It wasn't until she stood firm that her weak shoulders, covered by long black hair, felt the pain that was chilling to her bones.
Su Jing shook her frost-covered eyelashes and raised her hand weakly, trying to grasp the traces of the crimson thread lingering in the wind.
But in the end, it was just that Shanyue didn't know how to change the personnel. No matter what kind of expectations and waiting, they were like smoke between the fingers, misty and traceless.
Everything finally comes true, flowers in the mirror, moon in the water.
Yin Baishuang drew her sword coldly, the anger in her brows still lingering, and her apricot eyes, frozen in evil aura, looked at the traces of dissipation between her fingers with a look of confusion.
She didn't think that the shameless woman in front of her would actually take the initiative to dissipate the spell out of fear of her anger.
He didn't feel half-disintegrated Qi pleasure from severely injuring the other party, as if he had some insights.
Yin Baishuang's heart was also covered with a gray and heavy fog.
Unknown emotions arose spontaneously, which made her eyes become colder: "Why don't you hide? Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
Before Su Jing could speak, the space between heaven and earth changed, and dozens of rays of light pierced the eastern sky and descended on the top of the mountain.
Yin Dufeng, Su Guanhai, Tianxi Thirteen Swords, and even the eldest princess Zhao Wenjun and Ning Feiyan all rushed here with extremely solemn expressions.
For no other reason than Yin Dufeng had waited all night according to the time agreed with Baili'an, and reopened the door of Moqi Palace at dawn to welcome Bailiyu back.
Before entering the Valley of Chaos, Yin Dufeng had given Bailian a chess piece. The chess piece was condensed with the space power of one hundred and eighty white pieces and was extremely precious.
Even after Yin Dufeng fully activated the power of Moqi Palace, he maintained the power of this special white stone at the same time.
It can only maintain one, and can only withstand the teleportation of one person.
Baili Yu points the sword palace to destroy all ghosts. In the chaotic valley, there will be no life left. Baili'an has this white son, so he can leave with his own life.
But after waiting all night, Bailian did not return to the human world.
What was even more shocking was that... Yin Dufeng found that he could not open the door of Moqi Palace again.
The Valley of Chaos cannot be entered by the living. If the door of Moqi Palace is not opened in time, the two of them will surely die in that cursed land abandoned by the gods!
How can this not be alarming.
When everyone rushed to the top of the mountain, they saw Yin Baishuang arriving at an unknown moment, holding a cold sword dripping with blood, and they were even more shocked.
This is one wave after another!
The matter in Chaos Valley has not yet been resolved, so why are these two aunts starting to fight again?
Su Guanhai saw that most of Su Jing's white clothes were dyed red, his face changed drastically, and his usual demeanor suddenly lost.
He strode forward to check on her and said in a trembling voice: "A...A Jing?"
The trembling in her voice was partly due to the injuries on her body, and partly due to her bloodless face at this moment.
His expression was numb, his eyes were dark and lifeless, as if his soul had been absorbed.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Su Jing's expression at this moment was no different from his usual cold and emotionless appearance.
But only Su Guanhai, a father, knew clearly that two hundred years ago, when she stood beside the child's cold body, it was exactly this look in her eyes.
Numb and empty, like a child abandoned by others in the wilderness and unable to find a way back.
She clearly knew that the sword on her body was made by Yin Baishuang, but at this moment, Su Guanhai could not say anything harsh.
His tone suddenly became irritable, and he lost all his usual restraint and magnanimity.
He roared angrily with a hint of trembling: "Yin Dufeng! If you still can't open the Moqi Palace, I don't think you should give up the title of the Palace Master of Cangwu Palace!"
Zhao Wenjun looked at Su Jing's expression, crossed his arms with ease, and smiled at Ji Yan, who was beside him:
"The young master of the Su family looks a little off. Could it be that the little corpse demon had an accident in Chaotic Valley?"
Ning Feiyan frowned quietly, glanced at her lightly and said, "The door of Moqi Palace has not been opened, no one knows what happened behind the door? Is Her Royal Highness the eldest princess worrying in vain or taking pleasure in misfortune?"
Zhao Wenjun smiled and said nothing?
Being yelled at by Su Guanhai for no reason, Yin Dufeng was also a little confused.
If Su Guanhai is angry at Yin Baishuang at this moment, Yin Dufeng will not tolerate giving in. It doesn't matter whether her daughter is justified or not, she will just yell and yell at her loudest.
But he turned his anger on him. Yin Dufeng saw that the girl from the Su family was stabbed through the chest with a sword. The injury was obviously serious, and her face was as white as a ghost.
Yin Dufeng also felt guilty and couldn't raise his voice.
He could only mutter in a low voice: "You know what kind of evil we bumped into today. The space at the other end of the Moqi Palace seems to have been sealed by a more powerful force. If that force is not used up, is it really difficult to open the door of this palace?! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword cry suddenly echoed across the world!
Its sound is like Pangu's giant ax cleaving the heaven and earth with thousands of sounds. The sun and the moon tremble at it, and the mountains and rivers roll. A strong sadness is hidden in the sword's chant, which will not disappear for a long time.
Su Jing's body trembled violently again, and she knelt on the ground as if she had lost all strength.
Blood and white clothes spread out in layers in the snow.
The closed palace door was split in half by a powerful sword light, and the mountain-heavy spatial palace power suddenly collapsed. The sound was like a snow-capped mountain avalanche and a rolling flood.
If not for the high level of everyone present, under the terrifying momentum of the sword breaking through the palace door, his bones would have been crushed and thrown down the mountain.
Everyone was shocked, wondering secretly that the three hundred thousand ghouls couldn't be wiped out even with the sword palace?
Otherwise, how could Sword Master Yu's temper be so terrifying?
But the next scene shocked the whole audience.
Bailiyu's sword robe was messy, and his disheveled black hair turned a withered gray color. He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, and his always handsome and noble face was now full of death and despair.
After he opened the door of the Moqi Palace, the cherished sword was thrown away at his feet, and instead he held something in his arms tightly with his precious hands.
His expression was distorted and weird as never before. He staggered out like a ghost, his body was convulsing but he was too stubborn to fall down.
He murmured like a madman: "Guangyinlu! I need a Guangyinlu! Who will find a Guangyinlu for me! I want a Guangyinlu!"
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Seeing the head in Bailiyu's arms, who was stumbling and completely losing his normal consciousness, everyone took a breath of cold air.
Zhao Wenjun, who was joking just now, no longer felt gloating about misfortune.
Ning Feiyan squinted her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her, but found that she couldn't see clearly or understand it.
His fingers slowly clenched into fists in his sleeves, his nails scratched his palms, and blood overflowed between his fingers. He felt as if his heart had inexplicably sunk into a strange place.
Half covered with ice and snow, half boiled by fire.
It's really strange. His body is hurting for no reason when he is clearly not injured.
Su Jing seemed to have predicted something, but he never expected that such a desperate scene would happen after the palace door was opened.
She closed her eyes resignedly and raised her head slightly, still being hit by the wind and snow mercilessly on her face.
The ice sword in Yin Baishuang's hand hit the ground, and instantly turned into a dazzling ice. Her body trembled violently, and there seemed to be a strong dizziness that made her unsteady.
However, she was the one who rushed out immediately.
The wind and snow all over the sky suddenly became sharper, and she ran across the snow without realizing it. Her big sleeves and clothes were fluttering in the wind and snow, like a burning flame.
