On the vast white snow mountain, in an abandoned pavilion halfway up the mountain, there were two figures standing with their hands clasped behind their backs.
Xiao Buchong, who was carrying a green leather gourd on his shoulder, faced the foot of the mountain and yawned.
Empress Xueqing, dressed in white as the snow, has long hair like a waterfall and cold eyes.
The two of them were silent, only listening to the howling of the cold wind, sweeping the snow and dancing in the air.
Quiet, uncharacteristically quiet, you can hear a pin drop.
I don’t know how long it took, but it was half a stick of incense or a stick of incense. There was a slight explosion sound in the dark, and it was fleeting.
Xiao Buchong looked strange and hesitated to speak.
Empress Xueqing's expression changed drastically, and she raised her right arm tremblingly.
On the wrist as white as jade, there is a string of crystal clear stone beads.
I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, but it is round and about the size of a soybean.
No more, no less, exactly thirty-three.
At this moment, the stone beads at the sixth position disappeared out of thin air, dripping down like quicksand.
"Tianer."
Empress Xueqing exclaimed, her delicate body unsteady and on the verge of falling.
His originally rosy face turned pale, and his eyes filled with tears.
"Both the spirit and soul are destroyed, and the soul is completely shattered."
"Xiao Buchong, you are so cruel."
She suddenly turned around and shouted hysterically: "Why can't you show mercy to my Yan'er? Just because he is the successor selected by Jiang Lin'an and half of your master?"
"Heh, hahaha..."
Emotionally close to collapse, Empress Xueqing disappeared without a trace. She stood on the top of the snow mountain and said: "Today's blood feud will be remembered in my heart by Shangguan Xueqing."
"My surname is Xiao, remember this. I will return it to you a hundred times a thousand times in the future."
"I will not let go of anyone related to Suning."
"Let's wait and see."
The laughter is desolate, and the murderous intention is everywhere.
Empress Xueqing tore the void with one hand and forcibly ingested the body of Shangguan Yan, who was thousands of miles away. She burst into tears and said, "My eldest brother entrusted Yan'er to me before he died. He is not only my nephew, but also my nephew."
The only bloodline of the Shangguan clan."
Xiao Buchong looked at him coldly and said, "So what?"
"Why, you are allowed to use your power to bully others, but we old bones are not allowed to uphold justice?"
"The incident was deliberately provoked by Shangguan Yan, including Yao Man who is currently in Leyang City and is preparing to attack Suning."
"Everyone is looking for something to do. They will die more than they deserve, but they will not regret it."
Empress Xueqing Yingying knelt down and gently held the lifeless Shangguan on her temples, choking with sobs and sobbing.
Even if she is immortal, even if she has become the supreme lord of the world.
But when faced with the sudden death of a loved one, she still couldn't let go.
Pain, hate, anger.
He was so angry that he wished he could kill Xiao Buchong in the pavilion with one palm, and then crush Suning's bones to ashes with his own hands.
However, the situation was in front of her. She who was a seventeenth-level true immortal could never defeat Xiao Laizi, who was half-stepped into the semi-saint realm.
The difference between one realm is thousands of miles, let alone two entire realms?
"Wan'er, rest in peace."
"My aunt swears by the way of heaven that I will avenge you in this life."
"Thousands of years, ten thousand years, from today on, our Xueqing Immortal Realm and Wuchen Immortal Realm will live forever."
"Boom."
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the snow-capped mountains collapsed.
Shangguan Yan's body was buried deep under the snow-capped mountains and was protected by layers of formations set up by Emperor Xueqing.
Xiao Buchong lazily leaned against the stone pillars of the pavilion, opened the green leather gourd and took a few sips of strong wine, mockingly saying: "A thousand years?"
"Why don't I wait for you for a thousand years? Are you sure you can catch up with me?"
"As for Ten Thousand Years, hey, when you break through to the 19th level of True Immortal, old man, I will probably enter the true Semi-Saint realm."
"At that time, don't say that you can't stand a single move under my hand. Even if you ask Wen Dian Duan Ziqian for help, he may not be able to kill me."
"Besides, which one of our four old friends is not the master of a realm?"
"The woodcutter, the sheep herder, the coffin bearer."
