long night walk

Chapter 450
After leaving the sword monument, he is now kneeling in the snow.

An ice coffin lay horizontally in front of him, and the ice coffin was surrounded by a silver-gray mysterious frost.

Around the face of the coffin, strands of intertwined new green vines rose up, and among the vines bloomed a few small shimmering and trembling flowers, full of vigor and vitality.

Yun Rong lay quietly in that ice coffin, holding the Xuexiu Sword in its sheath in her arms, closing her eyes in silence.

The bloody hole in the chest was slowly healed in the cold of Xuanshuang, and the penetrating wound had formed pale new skin.

Although the breath is weak, it does not lose vitality.

At this moment, Ah Rao didn't care whether she was dead or alive, a bone-piercing chill spread from her heart to her whole body.

The man half-kneeling beside the ice coffin was covered in blood, and the blood wound pierced by the magic gun was dark red and black.

But the bright red that flowed out didn't come from there, but from his abdomen where the spirit root was stored.

The black and red sword robe was blown into a mess by the wind, and the heavy snow couldn't cover the hideous animal-tooth-like wound in his abdomen!

It's empty inside!

The spiritual root that hides a lifetime of cultivation and foundation is no longer inside.

A bloody broken dagger lay buried in the snow.

This lunatic!

He actually dug out his own spiritual root and turned it into a spiritual spring ice coffin to suppress her last sliver of life.

The bloody, miserable scene in front of me!It is impossible to make people think of the man who was seriously injured on the sword tablet in the middle of the night but was calm and composed.

Ah Rao smiled miserably, tonight she climbed to the top of all living beings, became the only king of the six realms, and was the final winner.

But suddenly, she realized that she had always been defeated!
She numbly walked in front of him step by step, and with trembling fingertips, she pushed aside his clothes, and all the golden cores in Senhong's blood hole were shattered.

His master is an extremely rare spiritual root of dual appearance and dual nature. The spiritual root of the ice type turned into a spring ice coffin, and the spiritual root of the wood type turned into endless vines to keep her alive.

It's so good!

It's really good!

If she knew that Yun Rong had such weight in his heart, she should have watched her die with her own eyes!

"I also know what kind of saint Master is. He keeps saying that he cares about the common people, but in fact, he is not just a selfish mortal." The smile on her face is not known to be ridiculed or sad.

Ah Rao, who knew his temperament well, never doubted Master's determination and determination.

What she never expected was that he actually dared to disregard the world and cut off his own cultivation to choose her.

Doesn't he know that the only person in the world who can compete with her is him?
She would not give up the things she destroyed with her own hands... How dare he! ! !
Ah Rao was trembling with hatred, and the unreasonable rage made her suddenly feel like destroying everything. Her face was crazy, and her pupils lingered fiercely in the eye sockets, like a cruel caged animal circling in circles in an evil cage.

"Do you think she can survive like this? Even if you sacrifice your spiritual roots to protect her vitality, she will never be able to get out of this ice coffin! Your self-righteousness is just a prison for her!"

His face was cold and pale, his expression was tired, his lips were tightly pressed, and blood still flowed from the line of his lips unstoppably.

Gouging out the root of the spirit is really painful.

His ears were buzzing at the moment, but he couldn't really hear Ah Rao's roar, he lowered his head and said softly, "There will always be a way."

After saying this, finally, his body suddenly lost its support, and he fell powerlessly onto the ice coffin.

Ah Rao was silent for a long time, looking down at her bloody hand, submerged in the darkness, she didn't know what to do.

Fang Geyu originally thought that the female devil, whose emotions had become so dangerous, would definitely not tolerate Yun Rong.

But what is surprising is that she did not touch Yunrong's life again.

In the dark night, she put her palm on the wound between his abdomen, and the faint aura that bloomed between her fingers turned out to be the healing technique of Tianxi Sword Sect.

The spiritual power poured in slowly, stopping the blood.

After a night passed, he woke up from a heavy and tired dream lying on the ice coffin and sleeping with Yun Rong.

The first time he woke up, he rested his forehead on the icy frost coffin, feeling the calm and peaceful atmosphere inside, and his tensed shoulders relaxed a little bit.

Ah Rao, who was standing in the thin and pale daylight, didn't look back at him, but her fingertips curled up tightly behind her hand, and her fingertips were pale.

"Master, before the game between you and me is over, you have ruined your cultivation with your own hands. Tell me, who should I find fun now?"

The wind and snow blew her belt, and the old red rope wrapped around her wrist was severely worn, and finally broke, and was carried away to the distant mountains by the wind and snow.

Her eyes gradually drifted away, looking at the endless mountains and rivers, she suddenly smiled and said: "Master, is he planning to go to the top of Kunlun to find the legendary Jingchi to heal her?"

He didn't speak.

Ah Rao finally turned around from the skylight. Under the backlight, her face was somewhat blurred, and behind her was a round of gray sun.

"Master, I should be glad that I still have a little interest in you. Since you are so cruel and ruthless to yourself, if you don't go, you will bet on yourself and make an agreement with me.

If you really use this mortal body to climb to the outer realm, Tianshanhailou, the grievances between you and me will be wiped out, and I can give you Yunrong's life, but if you fail to reach Kunlun Mountain ..."

"Then you." She paused every word, very clear: "You will voluntarily become my prisoner for eternity, life and death are not up to you, pain is not up to you, and the person who has the right to kill you and make you hurt can only be a I."

In today's world, demons clear the way, and all ghosts travel together.

Not to mention mortals with no cultivation, even immortals with superb Taoism may not be able to survive in this chaotic world.

It is wishful thinking to cross these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to find the mountains beyond the mountains and the seas overseas.

The Kunlun Pure Ruins does not exist in the Six Realms, and even the Immortal Zhu Zhan fell into this disaster, but only Kunlun, in that vague and unknowable place, cannot be touched.

How can a sword master who has become a mortal with incomplete spiritual roots find the real Kunlun in a place where neither immortals nor demons in troubled times can find it?

This bet was already extremely unfair.

But he said, "Okay."

The pictures stored in the future are flipped rapidly, and finally freeze into sporadic pictures.

Fang Geyu saw that man in the chaotic world, holding a broken sword, dragging an ice coffin, crossing the bottom of a mountain stream and valley, and crossing the desert of quicksand. It went without saying.

The world where demons are rampant is not peaceful. Every time he absorbs spiritual power into his body and repels demons, the wound in his abdomen will always burst open after the battle because he has no spiritual roots to store spiritual power.

This is a desperate trip with no way out, whether tired or not.

(End of this chapter)