"Who dares to go on a killing spree in our Xuelin Sect area!" The spiritual energy was flowing in his body, and the old man did not continue to move forward, but drank coldly.
The shouts came out and turned into waves of sound that hit the surrounding snowflakes, causing the snow to immediately break into pieces.
But at this moment, Ye Shaohan's eyes suddenly opened. Two cold rays suddenly flashed in his eyes. He turned around and cast a dull gaze.
When he noticed that gaze, the old man's expression changed in vain. He felt a breath that made him tremble. Even though he was far away, the old man could see that gaze and those dark pupils.
In the depths of his eyes, the old man saw the rain of blood in the sky!
"Condensation!" A voice echoed in the old man's ears in vain. This voice made him feel as if he was in an ice cellar.
However, the will of the old man, the two young men and the woman also stopped at this moment, a layer of ice emerged from their bodies, and their bodies were frozen.
The vitality dissipated, and four more ice sculptures appeared in the void. This scene fell into the eyes of Ling Yue, the leader of the Lingtian Sect who came from a distance.
Feeling horrified, Ling Yue did not hesitate at all, ducked out of the way, and led the disciples of the Lingtian Sect back towards the way they came, even at the risk of serious injuries, while using the secret technique.
A line of white clothes and densely packed ice sculptures all stopped in the depths of Ling Yue's mind. When did the Xuelin Sect provoke such an evil star?
Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the figures that had disappeared from sight. Without saying anything, he continued to close his eyes, and the ice aura poured into his body again.
"The place where the snow falls is a forbidden area. If anyone comes close within ten miles, he will die!" Ye Shaohan's voice exploded in the sky and spread across thousands of miles.
After saying these words, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes again and immersed himself in the wind and snow. The prototype of his magical power had been formed. The evolution of his magical power was over. The next step was to control his magical power.
At this important moment, Ye Shaohan didn't mind a few more dead souls under his sword.
However, Ye Shaohan's words had no effect. On the contrary, more and more warriors came towards the place, their swords flashed, and a few moments later, hundreds more figures emerged from the sky.
Under the afterglow, snowflakes danced, and hundreds of ice sculptures appeared in the void again.
The day of Zongbi is gradually approaching, and most of the strong men from the sect are heading to Zongbi. Therefore, there are no real strong men from the sect within tens of thousands of miles.
However, there were several Spirit Master Realm warriors among the casual cultivators who came to investigate. The stream of light flashed across the sky, and several powerful auras emerged from the sky.
There are a total of four Spiritual Sovereign Realm warriors, all of whom are first-level Spiritual Sovereign Realm warriors. These four people are looking at the ice sculptures in the void with slightly frowning brows, and the aura of death emerges on the ice sculptures.
"That person?" A casual cultivator raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on a white-clothed figure in the wind and snow.
Snowflakes are flying, white clothes are flying, and the figure in white blends into the surrounding wind and snow, indistinguishable from each other.
"There is something strange. The place where the snow falls is a forbidden area. If anyone comes close within ten miles, he will die!" A casual cultivator of the spiritual realm warrior chuckled: "That's a very crazy tone!"
"This is the territory of the Xuelin Sect. Even the leader of the Xuelin Sect would not dare to make such bold statements!" Another person also chuckled.
The four of them are extremely confident in their own strength. In the eyes of the strong, that sentence is undoubtedly a joke. Naturally, they themselves think that they and others are strong.
Without any hesitation, the four of them took a step forward with smiles on their lips, but just this step was enough.
"Condensation!" A voice hovered next to the ears of the four people, and a layer of ice appeared strangely on their bodies. The chill came over them, just for a moment, and four more ice sculptures appeared in the void.
There are more and more ice sculptures, and their murderous intent is permeating these ice sculptures. This murderous intent gathers together and shoots straight into the sky.
The setting sun gradually fell into the horizon, the sky and the earth became dark, and the strange snow gradually became clear.
When the snow fell, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at the ice sculptures in the void, and said to himself: "Control your magical power, the coldness of ice freezes everything in the world, the sharpness of ice breaks everything in the world, and the two turn into magical power, ice!"
"Ice Ultimate Magical Power!" Ye Shaohan whispered, this was the first magical power he evolved.
"For dozens of days in a row, thirty-four Spiritual Master Realm warriors died under the sword. Including the four today, there are a total of thirty-eight people."
"Twenty-five of them are first-level spiritual masters, and thirteen are second-level spiritual masters!" Ye Shaohan stood up, raised his right hand gently, murderous aura wrapped around his fingertips, Ye Shaohan casually pointed a finger forward, and murderous aura emerged.
"I don't indulge in killing, all I want is to control killing!" The murderous aura gradually changed, and a sword shadow condensed with murderous intent emerged from the murderous aura. After catching a glimpse of the sword shadow, Ye Shaohan finally showed up in the corner of his mouth.
A hint of smile appeared: "The origin of killing!"
"Finally, the origin of killing has been condensed. The next step is to understand the rules of killing, and then evolve the magical power of killing!" Ye Shaohan's voice became lower and lower, and his rare clear eyes gradually became confused, and he once again entered the world of selflessness.
Seeing this, Huo Qilin couldn't help but feel anxious. Now that Zongbi is less than two days away, this kid is still continuing to practice. If he continues like this, he will definitely miss Zongbi.
The snow started to fall again, but there was more killing intent in the falling snowflakes.
The winter snow is clearing at night, and the afterglow dyes the sky red, and also dyes the falling snowflakes red.
The afterglow of the setting sun in the southern country shrouds this thousand-year-old city, the imperial capital, which once served as the center of power in the Falling Rain Kingdom, but has now gradually declined.
Countless aristocratic families and chambers of commerce have moved to the new imperial capital of Niefeng City. Now the former imperial capital looks a bit depressed, like an old man in his twilight years.
After the bustling, it becomes deserted, with sparse figures wandering on the streets.
As a once prosperous imperial capital, it is not only an economic center, but also a center of cultural exchanges.
The setting sun is setting in the west, and the night is approaching quietly, and the sky and the earth are in vain. In the roaring wind and snow, several dancing lights are swaying in the wind.
The cold wind roared hoarsely, but the ding-dong sounds of hitting the wooden fish were heard in the wind and dissipated in the snow.
The thousand-year-old ancient temple stands in the wind and snow, and the sound of wooden fish floats inside.
The sound of reciting scriptures was mixed in, and the ancient temple bathed in the afterglow seemed particularly peaceful. It was far away from disputes and killings.
Outside the ancient temple, children wearing thick cotton-padded coats were playing in the wind and snow, making snowmen and having snowball fights. These are all children's fun.
Due to the cold weather, the faces of these children were all a little red.
The peaceful ancient temples, playful children, dilapidated streets, and sparse crowds all form a natural picture.
Ding Ding! Ding Ding! A crisp wind chime swayed in the wind. Upon hearing the sound of the wind chime, the children playing lot suddenly dispersed and looked at the figure walking out of the dilapidated street with burning eyes.
A dilapidated stall, a dilapidated wind chime, and a plump figure emerged in the wind and snow.
White gas floated above the stall, and an alluring fragrance filled the air. The playful children ran away, surrounded the slightly plump figure, and shouted: "Fat brother, I want a roast."
Sweet potatoes!”
The people surrounded by these children looked at these naughty children helplessly, but they did not reject these children. They opened the cloth and handed the roasted sweet potatoes to the children's hands one by one.
The white steam was rising, and these children stood on the spot to eat the sweet potatoes. The hot sweet potatoes had a unique flavor when eaten in the wind and snow.
The young man known as Fat Brother stood aside with a simple and honest smile on his face, looking at these children peacefully.
The desolate stall holders, playful children, peaceful ancient temples, and dilapidated streets make this picture even more beautiful.
I don’t know when, there were some children playing in front of the ancient temple, and there was a poor stall keeper.
Those children begged for sweet potatoes from the vendor, but the vendor never refused. Every time, he watched the children playing with a smile.
Ding ding! The wind stirred the wind chimes, and the tinkling sound floated in the wind and snow. Gradually, the sound of the wind chimes and the sound of the wooden fish merged together to form the sound of heaven and earth, regardless of each other.
The white steam was rising and dissipated in the evening breeze. These children did not leave after finishing the sweet potatoes in their hands. Instead, they sat on the snow and looked expectantly at the fat man setting up the stall.
Whenever the sun sets in the west, this young man will tell some mysterious and attractive stories. It is a story about the moon god, a story that has become a legend.
The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, but it was this hoarse voice that told the story that these children were immersed in. For children, these attractive things were stories, but for people of that era, they were
Story?
"The Moon God guards the continent we live on. Many guardians follow the Moon God. They use the swords in their hands to protect their homes!" The young man still had a simple and honest smile on his lips.
Night falls quietly, and its twinkling stars jump out of the void.
The young people's voices brought them to that poetic and singing era, and inexplicable looks danced in the eyes of these children.
The wind quietly calmed down at some point, the starry sky tonight was cloudless, the bright stars blinked, and the snowflakes were still falling.
The young man's voice didn't know when to stop. He raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, with a simple and honest smile still on his lips.
Looking up at the starry sky, the sky is full of stars. As long as you stand on tiptoe, some of them are within reach. Some things take root in the hearts of these children. Perhaps in the long, long future, they will also become the guardians in the story.
When the wind stopped, the stories also stopped. Some of the children said they wanted to become moon gods, and some said they wanted to become guardians. Perhaps, this would become their lifelong goal. The only thing that was certain was that they would no longer be hesitant.
No more shy.
The sound of wind chimes dissipated in the snow, and the children who had left home would eventually go home. In the midst of calls, these children waved regretfully to the young people, and disappeared in the run-down streets.
Without the child's laughter, the world became silent, only the sound of the ding-dong-ding-dong wooden fish remained.