"What is the purpose of their Lao Shizi Millennium Festival?" Nian Yubai looked puzzled.

"It feels like they should be offering sacrifices to their Yin gods, but I don't know what the purpose of their sacrifices is..." Jingyue said softly, thinking.

"Can I discuss something with you?" Nian Yubai said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jingyue looked confused.

"You said that our Senior Sister Zi likes to speak softly, but you, a man like you, also speak softly. Although I can't hear you, I still feel awkward."

"..." Jingyue's hand shook and the stab was crooked. Fortunately, Yuling followed up and added a soul refining talisman.

"Can you please stop making trouble?" Yu Ling looked at Nian Yubai angrily.

At this moment, Jingyue suddenly understood why Yu Ling, who was always cold and indifferent on weekdays, actually argued with Nian Yubai so enthusiastically.

To be honest, if the timing hadn't been wrong, he wouldn't have been able to help himself from fighting because someone's words were so damaging.

The world is filled with floating purple figures. These Shahun tribesmen are completely unafraid of death. Even though most of them are like moths rushing to the flame and explode into purple light spots before they get close, they still rush forward one after another, desperately trying to

Holding back Yu Ling and others.

"How are you?" With the consumption of soul power, Zi Chenruo, who had been the main attack output, became increasingly pale and had no time to recover. Yu Ling looked at her weak appearance and felt a little uncomfortable.

"I'm fine, just hurry up..." Zi Chenruo raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, as clear and elegant as before, but the warm lips had lost their color.

She was obviously extremely weak, but she never cried out that she was tired from the beginning to the end.

Because she has become accustomed to burying too many things deep in her heart, not talking about them or touching them. She would rather remain silent and ignored by others than let others discover her hard work and forbearance.

Especially in this critical moment of life and death, she must not become a drag.

Suddenly, Zi Chenruo's feet were empty, and his whole figure staggered forward and fell forward, but he accidentally stepped on a depression in the snow.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, but after waiting for a long time, there was no cold touch on her face. Instead, she felt a burst of warmth as soon as her body was empty.

Zi Chenruo opened his eyes blankly, and what came into view was Yu Ling's hair covered with falling snow. She gently hugged his neck and leaned on his back, and his body temperature was the only warmth in the ice and snow.

It seems like I have returned to Mingyuan Mountain, the day when the spiritual beasts rioted.

At that time, he was also carrying her on his back, stepping on the corpses of various spiritual beasts, covering himself with stinky blood, and stumbling through a bloody path.

Now, there is no blood, no minced meat, only the cold snow, and the purple light spots that explode and splash in the snow, like an unreal dream.

Zichenruo opened her mouth gently, wanting him to let her go, but for some reason, her voice was always stuck there, without even a single word coming out.

Maybe you're missing the warmth of his body?

Maybe I am nostalgic for this long-lost warmth.

Ever since my mother died, I have never felt warmer again.

So she couldn't help but think greedily, let's indulge herself one more time. Well, one last time.

But deep down in her heart, even she was not sure whether she would be able to leave firmly and resolutely if there was a next time, and continue to be alone and silent in the cold and empty world.

There is a kind of warmth that once you get it, you never want to let it go.

Zi Chenruo couldn't help but feel a little confused. She shook her head gently, as if she wanted to shake away the annoying snowflakes that were blowing from the wind, but in fact she just wanted to brush away those messy thoughts.

That's all, no matter what happens in the future, just like Luo Langhua's flower language, she only wants to cherish this moment.

…

By the time she rushed into a hillside, Yu Ling's soul power had been exhausted, but she could barely keep up with her physical strength.

The good news is that there are finally no intercepting Chahun tribesmen in the front, and those still chasing after them have been cleared away by the combined efforts of Yu Ling and others.

However, everything may have just begun.

After going deep into the mountainous area, Yu Ling finally saw a cave in a corner that could still accommodate him. Although the cave had been occupied by a tiger-like beast, he could only say sorry to it at this time.

After cremating the body of the tiger beast, Yu Ling simply cleaned up the cave. Although there was still an unpleasant smell, he could only make do with it. Fortunately, Zi Chenruo didn't seem to be particularly particular about this.

After Nian Yubai recovered his spiritual power, he set up several formations at the entrance of the cave, including vigilance, defense and attack. Zi Chenruo then added an illusory formation. Presumably, as long as he is not too unlucky, everyone will be safe for the time being.

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Although they were always on tenterhooks during this period, everyone's soul power, profound strength, and even spirit and energy had almost completely recovered. Even Nian Yubai and Zi Chenruo had finished carving the unfinished soul array and were not approached by the Chahun clan members.

, Logically speaking, this is a good thing, but Yuling always feels uneasy and uneasy for some reason.

"It's best to stay here for five days in peace." Nian Yubai said with emotion.

Jingyue remained silent.

"Are you so stubborn? Do you have to go to the central altar to save your junior brothers and sisters?"

Jing Yue still habitually said softly: "Now that all the Chahun clan have been drawn here in full force, maybe there will be fewer manpower at the altar."

"Perhaps? Don't be naive. The king of the Chahun Clan, Yika, Kashe and others are probably waiting at the altar. If you just bring any one out, we can't deal with them."

Jingyue's expression didn't change at all: "No matter what, I will definitely try it. Anyway, it's not a bad thing for you. I can help you distract some people after I go out."

"Why are you so stubborn? If you die here, will you, the elders of Wu Xuan Sect, be heartbroken to death? They would definitely rather you stay well than be buried with you."

"Why do they want to have anything to do with me?" Jingyue Gujing Bubo asked.

"Have you decided?" Yu Ling looked up at him.

Jingyue nodded and said nothing more.

Yu Ling didn't say anything to advise him, but turned to Dongmo and said, "Dongmo, go see what's going on outside and help him find a road with fewer Chahun people."

Jingyue lowered her head and said nothing, but she remembered this favor in her heart.

People like Yu Ling never show unnecessary sympathy. He always acts without saying anything.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, everyone was thinking about their own things, and they were all in a daze.

Jingyue unconsciously rubbed the simple spiritual ring on her hand, suddenly thought of something, and said: "I'm afraid it will be a disaster if I leave, and I won't be able to repay your favor in the future, so why not just leave it..."

"boom!"

The entire cave suddenly shook, and Jingyue's words were instantly interrupted.

The uneasiness in Yu Ling's heart suddenly reached its peak, and he couldn't help but stood up. But before he could reach the entrance of the cave, Dong Mo rushed in in a hurry, speaking quickly: "Let's go quickly!" (To be completed!)
Chapter completed!