He left the sword monument and was kneeling in the snow.
There was an ice coffin lying in front of him, and the ice coffin was surrounded by a silver-gray mysterious frost air.
The coffin surface is surrounded by wisps of new green vines with intertwined roots. There are a few sparsely trembling flowers among the vines, full of vitality and life.
Yun Rong then lay quietly in the ice coffin, holding the Xue Xue Sword in its sheath in his arms, closing his eyes in silence.
The bloody hole on his chest slowly healed in the coldness of Xuan Shuang, and the wounds that penetrated it have formed into pale new skin.
Although the breath is weak, it does not lose its vitality.
At this moment, A'luo didn't care whether she was dead or alive, a bone-eroding chill spread from his heart to his whole body.
The man who was half-kneeling and leaning against the ice coffin was covered in blood, and the blood wounds from the magic gun were deep red and black.
But the bright red that continuously flows out does not come from there, but from his abdomen where the spiritual roots are stored in the elixir.
The black and red sword robe was blown to pieces by the wind, and the heavy snow could not hide the hideous wound in his abdomen that looked like an animal's tooth!
It's empty inside!
The spiritual roots that hide a lifetime of cultivation and foundation are no longer inside.
Buried in the snow was a bloody, broken-edged dagger.
This madman!
He actually dug out his own spiritual roots and turned them into a spiritual spring ice coffin to suppress her last vestige of life.
The bloody and miserable scenes in front of me can't make people think of the man who was seriously injured on the sword monument in the middle of the night but was also calm and composed.
A'luo smiled miserably, tonight she climbed to the top of all living beings and became the only king of the six realms, the final winner.
But suddenly, she realized that she had always been a total loser!
She walked numbly step by step in front of him, and with trembling fingertips, she pushed aside his clothes, and all the golden elixirs in the red blood hole were shattered.
His master has extremely rare two-dimensional and dual-sex spiritual roots. The ice-based spiritual roots turned into spiritual springs and ice coffins, and the wood-based spiritual roots turned into endless vines to keep her alive.
How good!
It’s really good!
If she knew that Yun Rong had such an important role in his heart, she should have watched her die with her own eyes!
"I wonder what kind of saint Master is. He keeps saying that he cares about the common people, but in fact, he is not just a selfish mortal." The smile on her face was either mocking or sad.
A'luo, who knew his temperament well, never doubted his master's determination and perseverance.
What she never expected was that he would actually dare to ignore the world and sacrifice his own cultivation to choose her.
Doesn't he know that the only person in the world who can compete with her is him?
She wouldn't let go of the things she destroyed with her own hands...how dare he!!!
A'luo was trembling with hatred, and her senseless rage suddenly made her want to destroy everything. She had a crazy look on her face, and her pupils were wandering fiercely in her eye sockets, like a cruel trapped animal circling in a vicious cage.
"Do you think she can survive this way? Even if you sacrifice your spiritual roots to protect her life, she will never be able to get out of this ice coffin! Your self-righteousness is just a prison for her!"
His face was cold and pale, his expression was tired, and he pursed his lips tightly, but there was still unstoppable blood flowing from the line of his lips.
It is really painful to dig out the spiritual roots.
His ears were buzzing at the moment, but he couldn't really hear Ah Luo's roar. He lowered his head and said softly: "There will always be a way."
After saying this, his body suddenly lost support and fell weakly on the ice coffin.
A'rao was silent for a long time, looking down at his blood-covered hands, submerged in the darkness, not knowing what to do.
Fang Geyu originally thought that the female devil who was emotionally dangerous to this point would definitely not tolerate Yun Rong.
But what is surprising is that she did not take Yun Rong's life again.
In the dark night, she placed her palm on the wound between his abdomen, and the faint aura blooming between her fingers turned out to be the healing technique of Tianxi Sword Sect.
The spiritual power slowly poured in, stopping the bleeding.
A night passed, and he woke up from a heavy and tired dream, lying on the ice coffin and sleeping with Yun Rong.
The first time he woke up, he pressed his forehead against the cold frost coffin, feeling the calm and peaceful atmosphere inside, and his tense shoulders slowly relaxed a little.
A'luo, who stood in the thin and pale light, did not look back at him, but held her hands behind her back, her fingertips curled up and pale.
"Master, the game between you and me is not over yet, and you have personally ruined your cultivation. Tell me, who should I look for for fun now?"
The wind and snow blew her belt, and the old red rope wrapped around her wrist was severely worn and finally broke, and was carried away to the distant mountains by the wind and snow.
Her eyes gradually drifted away, looking at the endless mountains and rivers, and suddenly smiled and said: "Master is planning to go to the top of Kunlun to find the legendary pure pool to heal her injuries?"
He didn't speak.
A'luo finally turned around from the sky. Under the backlight, her face was a little blurry, and behind her was a gray sun.
"Master, you should be glad that I still have some interest in you. Since you are so cruel and ruthless to me, if you don't go, you will risk yourself to make an agreement with me.
If you really use this mortal body to climb up to that distant place, the Tianshan Sea Tower, the grudges between you and me will be wiped out. I can also give you Yun Rong's life, but if you fail to reach Kunlun Mountain,
…”
"Then you." She spoke clearly and clearly: "You will voluntarily become my prisoner for eternity. Life and death are not yours, pain is not yours, and you have the right to kill you. The person who makes you hurt will only be
I."
In today's world, demons and demons are making their way, and all ghosts are traveling together.
Not to mention ordinary people with no cultivation, even immortals with superb Taoism may not be able to survive peacefully in this troubled world.
It is simply wishful thinking to cross these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to find the mountains beyond the mountains and the sea beyond the world.
Kunlun Pure Ruins does not exist in the Six Realms, and even Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan has fallen into this disaster, but only Kunlun, in that ethereal and unknown place, cannot be touched.
How can a sword master with a broken spiritual root and become a mortal find the real Kunlun in a place where even the immortals and demons in troubled times cannot find it?
This bet was extremely unfair.
But he said: "Okay."
The pictures that existed in the future quickly flipped and finally settled into sporadic pictures.
Fang Geyu saw that man holding a broken sword and dragging an ice coffin through the bottom of mountain streams and valleys, and across quicksand in the midst of troubled times. Needless to say, there were countless hardships involved.
The world where demons are rampant is not peaceful. Every time he absorbs spiritual power into his body and repels the demons, the wound in his abdomen will always burst open after the battle because he has no spiritual roots to store the spiritual power.
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