Xing Zhiying was thinking wildly and felt completely hopeless. She just wanted to catch up with the evil thief Tianlang Lord and fight him to the death.
At this time, I saw that the footprints in front were getting deeper and deeper, and gradually appeared messy. In the end, they looked more like traces left by struggling and rolling.
Xing Zhiying became more courageous and energetic, chasing forward with all her strength, and soon she entered a long and narrow snow road. Kankan chased Xu Guangjing for another mile, and saw a person lying stiffly in the snow in front of him. Looking at the back, he was clearly none other than Lord Tianlang!
Xing Zhiying was stunned on the spot for a moment, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her tense heartstrings relaxed, and a sense of powerlessness spread throughout her body.
Feeling dizzy in her mind, Xing Zhiying managed to steady herself, clenched the Broken Jue sword in her hand, and stepped forward to check with vigilance.
Half of Lord Tianlang's body has been buried in the snow, and his limbs are still in a desperate struggle for life. The skin from the back of his head to his neck is completely icy blue, and it looks very eerie and strange.
Xing Zhiying was stunned for a moment, then sheathed the sword and reached out to turn Lord Tianlang's body over.
With a quick glance, he could see clearly that the ugly and ferocious face of Lord Sirius had also turned into an icy blue color, and there was a deep blood mark in his throat, which had almost cut his throat open.
Xing Zhiying couldn't help but shudder, feeling an inexplicable fear in her heart, but she didn't know where it came from.
After staring blankly at the body of Lord Tianlang for a moment, Xing Zhiying suddenly bit her silver teeth and pulled out her sword to cut off his head to appease Huangfu Yingyang's spirit in heaven.
However, at this moment, Xing Zhiying suddenly heard a deep voice saying: "Little girl, death is a big deal, what's the use of killing?"
Xing Zhiying was startled. She turned around and looked around, but she didn't see even half of the figure. She was so surprised that she forced herself to calm down and said: "Who is talking? He is not a hero who hides his head and shows his tail. Hurry up and show yourself."
The voice was ethereal, as if wandering in the wind, but it came clearly: "If you want to know who I am, little girl, tell me first, did Dai Xiong die in your hands?"
Xing Zhiying hesitated and said: "Who is Dai Xiong? Do you mean Lord Tianlang?"
The voice paused slightly and said helplessly, "Not bad."
Xing Zhiying's heart moved, and she suddenly became vigilant. As she approached, she asked again: "Since you recognize Lord Tianlang, are you fellow travelers?"
The voice sighed and said, "That's wrong. Not only are Dai Heng and I not on the same journey, but we also have a deep hatred and sworn hatred."
Xing Zhiying was completely surprised and said tentatively: "Seriously? Then we have the same hatred, so you might as well come out and meet each other."
The voice smiled bitterly and said faintly: "I have been imprisoned under the snow by Dai Heng. I have not seen the light of day for more than half a year. Even if I want to come out, I am unable to do it."
Xing Zhiying's heart trembled, and she said suspiciously: "Since you said you will never see the light of day, how do you know that I am a little girl, and can you still conclude that I want to take the head of this evil thief?"
The voice coughed and said: "Little girl, you don't have to doubt that this place is called Snow Road, and it was originally the territory of the senior master Jiuyin Ghost Mother."
"The Nine Yin Ghost Mother built the Huanxue Palace underground, and all kinds of information are arranged in it. As long as you are in the Liuguang Ice House at the core, your ears, eyes, and mouthpieces can reach several miles around. So although you and I are far apart now, But it’s as if I’m right next to you, and it has no impact on our communication with you.”
When Xing Zhiying heard what the other party said, she suddenly thought of the various information arrangements of the Sword Mastery Hall. Although it was not as wonderful as what this person said, it was basically the same.
But Xing Zhiying still had doubts, so she snorted coldly: "You first said you were imprisoned by the Heavenly Wolf Lord, how can you still be in the core?"
The voice sighed and said: "Little girl, do you know that I am the real Heavenly Wolf Lord, and Dai Xiong is just my servant."
Xing Zhiying was taken aback, covered her mouth and whispered softly: "Is this so? Then why did he betray you?"
The voice sighed again and said: "I once got a magic skill secret book by chance, and learned the location of the Fantasy Snow Palace from it. It was only because practicing that magic skill here would get twice the result with half the effort, so I came here with Dai Xiong, I plan to return to the Central Plains after I have mastered my magical skills."
"Who would have expected that Dai Xiong, an evil servant with such ambition, would take advantage of my luck to make a sudden plot to seize that magical skill and replace my identity. Fortunately, his ability is far inferior to mine. I pretended to be useless, but actually saved up. With all his strength, he was forced out of Liuguang Bingshe in one go."
Xing Zhiying's expression changed after hearing this, and she couldn't help but interject: "This evil thief is really a wolf-hearted person, so why didn't you kill him right away?"
The voice smiled bitterly and said: "My injuries at that time were really serious. It was already the limit to push Dai Heng back. How can I have the energy to pursue him again?"
"Dai Heng knew that he was no match for me, so he simply activated the mechanism and lowered the Dragon Breaking Stone, trapping me in the Liuguang Ice House. His intention was self-evident. He only waited for me to use up all the water and food stored in the ice house and eventually die of cold and hunger. If he dies, he will be able to seize that magical power without any effort."
After hearing the whole story, Xing Zhiying also shuddered a little, and then she said calmly: "You said that you have been imprisoned by the evil thief for more than half a year, and the water and food have not been exhausted yet?"
The voice sighed softly: "This is a very good question, little girl. I ran out of food three days ago."
"If Dai Xiong hadn't been certain that I would die, he wouldn't have been so complacent that he even prepared the Soul Crown Sacrifice in advance in an attempt to truly become the master of my pack of wolves."
Xing Zhiying remembered the tragic situation of Sanjimar earlier and knew that it was the so-called Soul Crown Sacrifice, so she nodded and said: "Fortunately, he was completely defeated in the end. It was because the agency was too clever and calculated Qingqing's life."
The voice said approvingly: "Yes, the little girl can actually kill Dai Xiong, an evil servant. Her achievements are truly extraordinary."
Xing Zhiying shook her head and smiled bitterly: "You misunderstood, I am not his opponent."
The voice said in surprise: "Really? Who did that?"
Xing Zhiying smiled more and more bitterly and said, "I don't know, maybe it's the sword spirit in my sword."
The voice seemed to be stagnant. He paused for a moment before coughing and saying, "The theory of sword spirit is illusory. What the little girl said is a joke."
Xing Zhiying lowered her head and said to herself: "If it's not the sword spirit, then maybe it's his ghost. Although he died unfortunately, he finally took revenge with his own hands."
The voice became more and more speechless, and after a moment he said tentatively: "According to what the little girl said, did Dai Xiong kill your lover?"
Xing Zhiying suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly defended: "No... no, he is my friend... brother."
The voice fell silent and said with regret: "It's a pity, little girl, let me ask you, when was your brother killed?"
Xing Zhiying said sadly: "About two hours ago."
The voice then said: "Have you ever been buried?"
Xing Zhiying didn't expect that the other party would ask more about it, so she couldn't help frowning: "What... do you mean?"
The voice said urgently: "Little girl, don't ask why, just tell me whether you have been buried."
