According to his expectations, Xuanyuan Kun was an immortal, and a emaciated camel was bigger than a horse. As long as he was given a chance to breathe, he would be able to break the one-sided situation, pose a certain threat to Xia Houzun and others, and even at worst, he could escape.

The primary goal of Xia Houzun and others is definitely Xuanyuan Kun. In comparison, he is insignificant. The other party will definitely deal with Xia Houzun first and will have no time to take care of him. Then he can leave calmly.

At the beginning, everything went as he expected and everything went according to his plan. But he never expected that Xuanyuan Kun would be so brave. Well, he just self-destructed.

That was an immortal. The immortal self-destructed, scaring everyone to death and catching everyone off guard.

All the means he had prepared, such as moving the void, were in vain.

At the critical moment, he could only use the Earth Emperor Bell to protect Yipo. The terrifying power generated by Xuanyuan Kun's self-destruction rushed into the turbulent void, and he could only hide. Pass a tribulation.

As a result, it became what it is now.

Although most of the power generated by Xuanyuan Kun's self-destruction was offset by the Dihuang Bell, the Dihuang Bell was one with him, and part of the power also fed back to him, causing him serious injuries.

Now, his organs are shattered, his meridians are severed, his blood is severely depleted, and he is extremely weak. It is no exaggeration to say that this is one of the most serious injuries he has ever suffered since he became a successful practitioner.

Of course, it was serious, but for him, it was not fatal.

The most important thing is that the injuries this time are mainly concentrated on the physical body. In terms of soul and spirit, apart from the serious loss of the Earth Emperor Bell and the exhaustion of spirit, there are no injuries at all. He only needs to rest for a few days.

As for the physical injuries, as long as they are not shattered to pieces, they are nothing to him.

His earthly emperor's true form has been completed, and although he cannot be reborn with a drop of blood, he can recover as long as his physical body still exists and the black and yellow mother energy remains.

Therefore, after just lying down for a while, Ye Qing's wounds were basically healed, and the pain in his body also subsided a bit.

"Tsk tsk...brother, what kind of skills do you practice, and how do you get so strong physically?" Yi Pou said enviously.

"Why, you want to learn, I'll teach you!" Ye Qing said with a half-smile.

"Haha..." Yipo rolled his eyes, I believe you.

After another cup of tea, Ye Qing's injuries have basically healed, and some color has returned to his face. He stood up and said, "Let's go, get out of here first."

"Are you ready now?" Yipou asked in shock.

"It's still early, I'm just barely able to move." Ye Qing said slightly weakly. Although he looked like an ordinary person now, in fact, the broken organs and meridians in his body had not recovered yet, and he was just barely able to move.

It's not that he doesn't want to recover, but it's not very safe here.

First, he was not sure whether those saints who had been tricked by him would become angry and pursue them for revenge;

Secondly, he is not sure where he is now and whether there is any danger around him. The Earthly Emperor Bell fell from the sky earlier and made such a loud noise, which might attract the attention of some people or weird people. He has not recovered from his serious injury and cannot communicate with him. If you are a poor man, cheating and kidnapping are fine, but fighting is fine, so don't mention it.

Moreover, when Ippo was in the Immortal Mirror of Xumi, he resisted two attacks from Xuanyuan Kun. Although he was not injured, he was severely damaged and faced danger. It is estimated that the only thing left is to wait for death.

Therefore, leave this place first, find a safe place and slowly heal, and it will not be too late to recover.

Even a poor person is also a smart person, and he quickly understood Ye Qing's concerns.

"Don't worry yet, wait for me to figure it out!"

Yipo grabbed Ye Qing, took out three copper coins from his sleeve, shook them in his hand, and threw them on the ground. Then Yipo picked them up again and repeated the process three times.

"How's it going? Is it settled?" Ye Qing asked with a smile.

"Okay, let's go this way, the hexagram shows that we will benefit greatly from the west." Yipo put away the copper coins and said with a smile.

"Then let's go."

Ye Qing shrugged. Anyway, he didn't see anything strange in the copper coins thrown by Yipo, but now his eyes were darkened, and it didn't matter where he was going.

With the direction in hand, the two of them soon disappeared into the wind and snow.

…

About a stick of incense later, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the collapsed snow peak.

The person who came was actually a woman, dressed in white, about 28 years old, with a delicate and picturesque face, surrounded by wind and snow as she walked, like a fairy in the snow.

It's just that the woman's skin color is extremely white, as white as snow, as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, even her hair and pupils are white, and her whole body is lifeless, like a dead person carved in ice.

The woman walked to the place where the snow peak broke, and with a pair of flawless snow-white pupils, she looked at the scars caused by the collision between the Dihuang Bell and the snow peak, motionless.

After ten breaths of time passed, the woman turned her head stiffly and looked somewhere.

The next moment, the wind and snow roared like mad, hitting the open space dozens of feet away, setting off snow waves dozens of feet high.

"Xue Zhi, what do you mean?"

Xuelang suspended in mid-air and turned into an old face.

"This is not your territory. Why, you can come, but I can't?"

"Mine." After a few breaths, the woman, Xue Zhi, spoke. Her voice was depressed, low, harsh and harsh. Just hearing the sound gave people a sinister feeling of death.

"Yours? Jie Jie Jie... Why?"

Hearing this, the old man laughed strangely, the wind and snow howled, and strange laughter came from all directions, full of sarcasm and disdain: "This is not your territory,???????????????"

In a land without an owner, the treasures are destined to be found, and if you want to take them all for yourself, it's a beautiful idea."

"I, the old man from the Snow Mountain, have decided to order this treasure."

He felt the powerful and terrifying aura from the broken snow peak. Just the remnant of the aura had such terrifying pressure. One can imagine how powerful the thing falling from the sky was. It was definitely a rare treasure.

Of course, judging from the traces on the scene and the disappearance of the treasure out of thin air, the treasure must belong to the owner, but he didn't care, it would all be his in the end anyway.

He wants to decide on the treasure!

"mine……"

The snow corpse repeated it again, as if feeling its anger, the wind and snow were swaying, and the mountains were shaking.

"Jiejiejie...it doesn't matter if you say whether it's yours or not."

The old man from the snow mountain smiled strangely and said: "Everyone depends on his ability!"

With the laughter of the old man in the snow mountain, the snow waves suddenly broke apart, and the scattered snowflakes turned into snow eagles and flew in all directions.

The snow corpse did not pursue him, but the aura on his body became more and more gloomy. He then raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice was desolate and sad, and it was sinister and strange.

"Click..."

Suddenly, a pale, rotten arm stretched out of the snow, and then a stiff, pale corpse emerged from the snow, staggering around.

This is not the first, and it certainly won't be the last.

As the snow corpses roared, stiff corpses emerged from the snow, climbed out of the ice, broke through the rocks, and began to wander around in various places in the mountains.
Chapter completed!