The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

In an instant, she crossed one city after another until the sun slanted to the west, and Qiongying escaped from the border of the Nanxu Empire. In front of her was Ling Yunzhi, and she had no way to escape.

The top of Lingyun.

Thousands of years of ice, thousands of miles of snow, ice and snow, uninhabited, a piece of snow, snow peaks straight up to the sky, far away to see the snow fog lingering, snow waves rolling.

Under the snow-capped mountains, Qiongying was alone, facing heavy siege.

"Hanyue Qiongying, you have nowhere to escape." Jiu Ge pointed at Qiongying with a blood sword in his hand, the love of the past was gone, leaving only endless pain.

"It's not your turn to take the life of the deity."

Her tone is still arrogant, her eyes are still looking down on the world, and I am the only one.

"Killing you just now, wouldn't it be too cheap for you." Jiu Ge smiled wickedly, even if he killed her, he couldn't relieve the hatred in his heart.

Qiongying turned around and headed towards the vast snow mountain.

"Your Majesty, do you want to chase?"

Lingyunzhidian has been frozen for tens of thousands of years, and it is bitingly cold. Those with advanced cultivation bases will also be frozen. In addition, there are lost phantoms. Even if you break in, you can't get out. It is undoubtedly a dead end.

Jiu Ge didn't wait for his father to speak, he had already chased after him.

"Chasing!" He Lian'an said without hesitation, riding on the fire phoenix to chase after him, he would not be able to sacrifice to the dead clansman unless he personally slashed the shadow of the cold moon sky!

Wu Yue chased after him, and saw a large number of Helian clansmen heading towards Lingyun, so he immediately caught up.

"Where is Qiongying?" Wu Yue asked quietly after catching up with He Lian'an and the others.

"I don't know if the Holy Master of the Bright Palace is here to kill Hanyueqiongying or to save people?" He Lian'an asked coldly, he knew that Wu Yue was extremely protective of Hanyueqiongying.

"I don't need to explain to Monarch Nanxu! As for Heliantian, he died as a matter of course! Feng Feili's death must be paid for by someone!" Wu Yue said word by word, loudly.

He Lian'an was furious, even though Wu Yue was the Holy Master of the Guangming Palace, he was only a junior, yet he spoke so rudely!

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Jiu Ge and that evildoer have disappeared, and I'm afraid they broke into the Lost Phantom."

"Go to Jiuge immediately!" He Lian'an didn't care about anything else, Jiuge was not only Nan Xu's hope, but also his son.

Wu Yue was startled, and looked at Ling Yunzhi, only to see snow and mist surging, like smoke and illusion, ever-changing, even more terrifying than the sea of ​​death.

He Lian'an saw Wu Yue going to Lingyun, so he led his people to follow Wu Yue, believing that only the Holy Lord of the Hall of Light could break the illusion.

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After chasing Ye Chen under the snow-capped mountain, she saw messy footprints on the snow, so she immediately followed the footprints. She must have been hunted down, or even escaped with injuries...

He didn't stop until the footprints disappeared. Facing the white snow-capped peak with nothing in it, he was instantly confused, panicked, and suffocated almost unable to breathe.

He looked at the highest snow peak, which soared straight into the sky, shrouded in clouds and mist, unattainable.

He seemed to see her standing there, used to standing on the peak and looking at the sky.Based on his feeling, he headed for the highest snow peak.

The cold wind was piercing, he had crossed countless snow peaks, and finally saw the footprints again, and there was no blood, and there was no smell of blood, so he felt a little relieved.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist surged on the tallest snow peak, and thunder appeared suddenly, as if the whole sky was about to collapse.

"Qiongying..." He immediately rushed straight away, the cold wind passing by like a sharp blade.

At the peak of Lingyun, with overlapping snow peaks, not a single blade of grass grows, only monotonous white, and at this moment, a strong man finally ushers in.