Bai Yueguang, who was dressed as a hero and died prematurely

The cold wind howled, and the snow swept away, blurring the vision.

In the blur, there was a thin young man walking staggeringly in the snow, dragging a person who looked like a rag doll in his hand. A long trail of blood was drawn on the snow, and it was quickly covered by the heavy snow.

The man's collar was pulled by the young man, and his legs were dragged on the ground. His hair covered his entire face, and his face could not be seen clearly. It could only be seen that he was seriously injured, and he was dripping with blood as the young man dragged him roughly. Blood.

Looking closer, I realized that there were actually no wounds on the person being dragged. The young man's abdomen and left shoulder were seriously injured. All the blood flowed along his hands to the person he was dragging, and then along that person. It fell into the snow.

Something ridiculous just happened.

Fuqiao got separated from the sect team. Oh no, to be precise, he got lost on purpose, because he had some sense of this direction and always felt that he should come, so he came.

He believes in intuition the most, and he has indeed escaped countless murders by relying on his intuition.

Who would have thought that in such a quiet place, we could bump into someone, or two people. The clothes looked like they belonged to a small sect not far from the Netherworld Peak.

The man has already reached the early stage of king cultivation. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be unknown. I don't know why I haven't heard of this person. The woman has the middle stage of diamond cultivation, and her appearance is somewhat familiar.

Either kill them all, that man is a bit difficult to deal with, so he squeezed the sword in his hand.

The woman's delicate voice shouted, "It's you again! You must die here today!"

The sharp sound hurt Fuqiao's ears.

Oh, he suddenly remembered that she was the eldest lady who was rejected by the swaggering Liuli Colorful Stone.

She rushed over with a flaming red sword in her hand. Fuqiao was stunned for a moment when he saw the red color. She got the opportunity and pierced his left shoulder.

Fuqiao had no expression on his face and pulled out the sword inserted into his shoulder with his bare hands, looking straight at Ye Linglan.

Mu Zifeng next to him also reacted in time and stood directly in front of Fuqiao.

Mu Zifeng frowned, "Linglan, why did you hurt someone?"

Fuqiao behind him slowly smiled, his eyebrows did not move, the corners of his mouth widened, and he raised his sword towards Mu Zifeng.

Ye Linglan opened her eyes wide and quickly threw her robe over to block the sword.

She frowned, "Brother Zifeng, get out of the way! I will definitely kill him today!"

Mu Zifeng seemed not to feel any danger and kept talking.

"Linglan, when did you become so vicious? Or have you always been like this? Senior Sister Yuan Ye's injury...has not healed yet."

Ye Linglan opened her eyes sadly, unable to understand why her brother Zifeng suddenly said that to her, and then she became furious. Brother Zifeng didn't believe her! !

Why does brother Zifeng always stand in front of people she hates like this!

Ye Linglan took off the bracelet on her hand, immediately immobilized the person, flew forward and threw the person into a huge pit in the distance.

Ye Linglan's bright little face was full of anger, "Brother Zifeng, just stay here for a while."

She turned around and continued to attack Fuqiao, and her red sword transformed into a flame bird.

"Chirp...!" buzzed in the sky.

Fuqiao held his sword in front of him to resist.

"Snapped."

The sword broke.

The red sword stabbed directly into Fuqiao's abdomen, causing a surge of energy and blood. Fuqiao swallowed the blood and smiled strangely.

Exactly what he wanted.

He looked straight at Ye Linglan and said:

"look at me."

Ye Linglan was bewitched by the voice, her pupils were dilated, and when she met Fuqiao's gaze, she felt dizzy, her hands loosened, her body tilted, and she lost her will.

Fuqiao pulled out the red sword with an expressionless expression and spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he stepped forward to grab Ye Linglan's neck and wanted to strangle her to death, there was a clanging sound in his spiritual consciousness, piercing his nerves and making him unable to move.

The nagging old man kept nagging.

"As my heir, how can you be so cruel! We have to save lives and heal the wounded!"

This thing had appeared since he had developed his spiritual roots, and it somehow resided in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fuqiao had murderous intent in his heart, but his face was calm. That's all. He couldn't kill yet, so he had to let go, leaving only a horrible purple pinch mark.

You can't kill her and let her suffer a little, but it's okay.

Fuqiao planted poison in Ye Linglan's body, and she thought life would be worse than death when she was moved.

Heh, it will definitely be interesting when the time comes to think of her trying her best to protect the young man.

The young man kicked the red sword away and dragged the man deep into the snow-capped mountains.

The young man finally found a satisfactory hole and threw the person in his hand into it.

After throwing it in, she remembered something and stepped forward to touch her storage bag.

After getting the storage bag, he summoned the sword in his hand, neatly cut a wound on the man's index finger, pressed the storage bag up, and the confinement was instantly lifted.

There were a lot of magic weapons and clothes inside, but unfortunately they were all women's clothes, which made Fu Qiao blush.

With no choice, he took out a white feather coat and put it on.

Fuqiao no longer looked at the dead man on the ground, but looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky with heavy eyes.

Last year, it was also a day of heavy snowfall. He was sitting in the courtyard looking at the sky, full of thoughts on how to escape from that place. Ruan Xingzhu stood on tiptoes and put a shawl on him from behind.

"Xiaoqiao, I believe you are an eagle. You can't be trapped here. You will break out of the cage one day and take revenge. You believe me."

The girl's shy and caring words still feel like yesterday.

The girl did it.

The red pierced his eyes.

The girl burned her young and passionate life in exchange for a pair of wings for him to fly.

Thinking of this, Fuqiao looked a little ugly.

I don’t know who stole Ruan Xingzhu’s body from Forbidden Mountain.

That place is so hidden, and I even set a seal.

Are those people so outrageous that they don't even spare the corpse?

No, probably not, they don't have to.

Fuqiao clenched his fists. The person who stole the body had better pray that Ruan Xingzhu is fine, otherwise...

The young man's eyes were dark, burning with unexplained cruelty.

Otherwise, he would dig three feet into the ground and chop that man alive.

Fuqiao glanced at Ye Linglan in the pit again and sneered. He didn't know where this idiot had the courage to kill him.

Doesn't this fool have any brains? He still wants to kill him with his little three-legged cat skills, but he never thought that if he was really in the late platinum stage, how could the elders trust him to enter the Mustard Seed Secret Realm?

His true strength...

Fuqiao looked at the orb magic weapon that concealed his strength at his waist, and narrowed his eyes. He still couldn't defeat that spiritual consciousness.

Moreover, his true strength has not yet been revealed to the public, so he must kill him with one blow and take revenge.

You have to be stronger.

If it weren't for Ye Linglan's magic weapon, why would he be injured?

After gathering his thoughts, he held the bridge and walked towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

He had a hunch that it was almost there.

"Ouch!" A wolf howled like a thunderous sound that shook the surrounding snowflakes away.

Fu Qiao raised his eyes and saw a lone wolf not far away, eyeing him eagerly.

The wolf roared like a rainbow, had a fierce look in its eyes, and moved quickly. It hit the supporting bridge twice when it came up, and then the surrounding fog rose up, blocking the view.

Fuqiao was caught off guard and was knocked down. He had no time to dodge and couldn't even see the wolf's movements. He was shocked.

It turned out to be an earth-level low-level monster!

No matter how precious this Mustard Seed Sumeru Secret Realm is, it is only for disciples below the king. Where did the earth-level monsters come from!

There must be a lot of treasures here!

The sword holding the bridge was broken. He tore off a piece of his robe and stood up.

Oh, he never believed in fate.

If the sky wants to destroy him, he will destroy the sky; if the monster wants to kill him, he will kill the monster.

The piece of robe was completely wrapped in water little by little with his hands, and then slowly covered with a layer of ice crystals, forming an ice staff sword.

Fuqiao took advantage of the situation and waved his sword energy in all directions with great momentum.

From time to time, the lone wolf's claws would appear and pierce through Fuqiao's robe, leaving several claw marks that went straight to the bones on Fuqiao's back. Fuqiao was hiding in a panic.

The sword energy struck in that direction, but there was no movement again, as calm as the surface of a lake.

Hiss, this monster is so fierce, I can't even see its movements clearly, and there's this heavy fog.

Fuqiao frowned, endured the pain, dodged vigilantly, and poured the elixir in the storage bag into his mouth without hesitation.

"I can lend you some strength, what do you think?"

The spiritual consciousness in his spiritual consciousness began to speak again.

Fuqiao frowned, he didn't believe there was such a thing as pie in the sky. And this bad old man didn't do anything to him from the beginning to the end, he just kept talking and threatening his spiritual consciousness when he wanted to kill someone.

"puff."

The supporting bridge was once again slapped away by the lone wolf's claws, and the ice staff sword also fell in the distance with a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

He vomited blood profusely, and the blood bloomed on the snow along the corners of his lips, and beautiful and coquettish flowers blossomed.

His body was already covered with injuries, including his left shoulder, abdomen, back, knees, legs, etc. The wounds were burning and stinging, and he no longer had the strength to stand up and pick up the sword.

hateful.

The blood and warmth in the body are slowly draining away.

The boy was lying in the snow, and the sky was covered with snowflakes. It made people feel so desolate, so desperate, as lifeless and lifeless as a dead person.

Fuqiao blinked his eyelashes slightly, feeling the warmth of the melting snow on his eyes and face, and couldn't help but feel that his eyes were beginning to become moist.

It is said that a man never sheds tears easily. He has endured humiliation and burden for so long and finally obtained spiritual roots and was able to practice. Is he going to fail in his efforts?

No, absolutely not!

Fuqiao's eyes were sinister and paranoid. Even if he sacrificed his body and soul, he would take revenge and climb to the top of the world of immortality.

He finally said, "What do you want?"

"I want you to enter a cave. The inheritance in the cave belongs to you, and all the treasures belong to me." The old man smiled.

"it is good."

From the moment he agreed, his body burst out with a dazzling light that broke through the fog, and his body began to be filled with inexhaustible elemental spiritual power, nourishing his Dantian, and repairing the wounds from many years ago bit by bit.

Fuqiao felt that his whole body was full of strength. Now he at least had the cultivation level of the King's Dzogchen.

All the scars on his body were healed, and only the dripping blood on his back showed his embarrassment a second ago.

He stood up and smiled evilly.

Having elemental spiritual power is different. Now he doesn't need to rely on his eyes to see things, but relies on feeling the fluctuations of elements. Everything here is invisible to him.

Now the lone wolf's movements were soft and clear in his eyes, frame by frame, as if the speed was fifty times slower.

"Heh, what about earth-level monsters?"

This time, Fu Qiao directly released the pressure that destroyed the world, flashed his figure, grabbed the lone wolf's neck and lifted him up.

With a "bump", the monster's head exploded in his hand, and cold blood and minced meat splashed onto Fuqiao's face.

Fuqiao smiled lightly and threw the back half of the monster, letting it burn out of thin air.

The flames burned brightly, turning Fuqiao's face red. He smiled, licked the minced meat at the corner of his mouth, and swallowed it, as if the devil had come to the world.

"Sweet."