elf successor

The Aiwen family has been handed down from ancient times, and there are many witchcrafts in the family. They are also famous in the mainland for their ice system. The three super taboo witchcrafts of Frozen Blue Plains, Ice Crystal Mysterious Curse, and Ice Rain Prairie have established the foundation of the Aisen family in one fell swoop. Few people know the location of the mainland. The most destructive witchcraft of the Aiwen family is to condense the souls of ancestors.

All direct descendants of the Aiwen family can perform it, but only a few people have the opportunity to perform it. Some people may even never see the truth of this witchcraft in their lifetimes, simply because no one can survive after performing it.

Qing Ming looked at the faceless ice sculpture in front of him, and after a long time he let out a breath of cold air. There was a lot of melancholy between his eyebrows, and he murmured in a low voice: "Ai Wen, I didn't expect to meet your descendant." He raised his head with a wry smile, pushed back his black hair to reveal his face, and shook his head sadly, "Nizi, put it away, I'll let you two go."

"Are you Gus?" Eisenna shouted with emotion. She thought she would never hear this title again.

I don't know whether it was Qing Ming or Gus' body standing there. He sighed again and shook his head, "I am Qing Ming, but this body is a little weird. I always feel that he is not dead yet, but just lurking."

Hearing this, Aisena's eyes that had not been emotionless for a long time flashed with strange colors, staring at the familiar figure in front of her, her heart skipped a beat, and she increased the speed of the reversal of her witchcraft power.

"puff."

This was already the third mouthful of blood spurting out of Eisenna's chest. As the blood splashed on the ice sculpture again, it moved.

"Ugh"

Qing Ming sighed quietly, feeling unspeakable memories. Although he didn't want to face the ice sculpture, he couldn't let the ice sculpture remember him. Qing Ming had no choice but to take a step to the right, and all the blood wrapped around his body came out, like strands, surrounding the ice sculpture in an attempt to stop him.

Eisenna covered her mouth weakly, but what she couldn't cover between her hands was still the scarlet blood. Her body swayed down from the air, and she sat slumped on the vast white snow. She held her body up with both hands to prevent herself from lying down. The blood in the hair intertwined with the white snow, like blooming peach blossoms, extremely sad and soft.

The power of the ice sculpture gradually grew, and Qing Ming deliberately avoided it. For a while, the two of them were stuck together in the air and could not be separated. Eve's eyelashes, wrapped in the holy light in the distance, trembled slightly and then calmed down again. Eisenna smiled miserably. Her field of vision was filled with large and small colorful circles of light, seeming to close and sometimes separate. Behind the light circle, someone finally came, Smiling, Eisenna stretched out her arms to hug, but the person's appearance was reflected in the center of countless apertures. In a daze, Esena poked through one aperture after another, but in the end she still couldn't find the real person. A line of clear tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the man. He rubbed his eyes and fell asleep unwillingly. He folded his arms and lay in the snow, huddled up in a ball, looking very pitiful.

The moment Aisena fell over, the faceless ice sculpture in the air seemed to snort and dissipate. Qing Ming rubbed her earlobes and walked towards Eve, who was floating in the holy light, with a sad face.

The overbearing energy of the ice sculpture just now reminded him of that time countless years ago. Just now, his left arm was slapped by an ice sculpture and he still hasn't recovered yet. The blood is flowing slowly, as if an arm is missing.

"I want to let you go, but you can't let me go." With his hands behind his back, Qing Ming looked at Eve complicatedly, and glanced at Aisena who fell to the ground below, "You make me feel scared, this Zhong Guang is like an old friend, but unfortunately the two of us are on opposite sides. In order to allow my comrade to return safely, I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, there was silence. For a long time, Qing Ming sighed countless times. Too many things happened today that were beyond his expectation. His hands that should have been raised long ago were hesitantly lowered from his back, his eyes filled with regret. Slowly replaced by hatred.

The obsession with this person in his body is too deep. If he can't kill this person with his own hands to break the obsession, he is afraid that he will be haunted by inner demons. This is uncompromising for King Yaksha who needs to regain his peak combat power. Being able to solve a serious problem now can also lay a solid foundation for future wars. This gave Qing Ming a reason to kill her.

The blood light condensed and slowly formed into a ball.

But how can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon? Just when Qing Ming took action, three witch marks appeared on Eve's chest. She turned rapidly to receive the blow. The dazzling white light was still the same, and the witch marks were even worse. Ming Jian's situation was not good and he quickly fell downwards.

After the dull sound of "Boom...", a large pit three feet high was revealed.

"Milana, I really didn't expect you to be reincarnated like this when you were dying. But it's a pity that after endless years, you met me." The three-leaf witch staff fell and was wrapped in a layer of blood and fire. Qing Ming threw it heavily, straight arrows Heading straight towards Eve, the holy light rushed to crush the witchcraft staff, but the three-leaf witchcraft staff slid down like a meteor, impartially and finally penetrated through Eve's heart, "It's still the same, you still have nothing to do against the crossbow. ah."

The holy light was intermittent and flickered, just like the bright moon was covered by clouds, and the fiery red clothes were stained even redder by the blood. The holy light rushed crazily towards the place penetrated by the witch's staff, but the edge of the wound seemed to be blocked by a sharp blade, unable to Really penetrates into the skin.

Eve woke up, her increasingly pale cheeks expressionless. The moment she opened her eyes, a strange feeling first flashed through her eyes, and then the familiar moisture filled her eyes again. The small wound on her abdomen was like a hole in a giant balloon. , the holy light can only be continuously consumed without replenishment.

There was no more sadness in his eyes. In the end, he just took a deep look at the figure in the pit and fell down.

Qing Ming clutched his chest and gasped for a long time before crawling out of the pit with a three-leaf witch staff. He did not expect that someone could hurt him here. As the holy light dissipated, Northern Xinjiang became completely dark again, and there was silence in the dark sky. All the sixty-four tribes in Northern Xinjiang allied forces held their breath, for fear of angering Qing Ming and following in the footsteps of the Shadow Clan.

The wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the whole time and space seemed to have stopped. Qing Ming was lying on the calf-deep snow, and Leng Yan seemed to say to the people in the void: "Don't try to resist, since you are not dead, just stay in your body." , if we make trouble, this chance of survival will be gone."

For a long time, there was no reply, and Qing Ming said to himself again: "I have swept through the Nine Extremes for ten thousand years, and I didn't expect to let you survive. It was my mistake."

"Wrong decision? Not really. It just doesn't make sense to snatch someone's body while they are still alive."

A faint echo resounded in her heart. Qing Ming sat up from the ground suddenly and tore open her tattered top. Her chest could not be said to be strong, but it was well-proportioned. Her fair skin was not inferior to that of the girl. , glowing with light fluorescence, his right hand wandered across his chest, feeling the beating heart under his skin, and the voice sounded again.

"Want to kill me completely? Hehe, there are still tens of thousands of years to go. Brother, fuck him!"

The joking voice provoked Qing Ming's nerves. As a Yasha ancestor, when had he been reduced to living in the same body with others? Qing Ming raised the corners of his mouth cruelly, and the palms wandering on his chest were like scratching tofu, and he easily reached in. chest.

"Little friend, you have crossed the line."

Another voice came, and Qing Ming's face darkened. Could it be that there was a third person in this body? One corpse and three souls, even Qing Ming, who had lived for countless years, had never seen it before. He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and stirred his body fiercely with his right hand.

The blood had long flowed into Bai Xue's abdomen, becoming cold and lumpy, like bloody tofu.

"Hmph..." Qing Ming gasped heavily in his nose, and his body exuded overwhelming majesty, oppressing the surroundings like a sharp sword soaring into the sky. The Northern Xinjiang coalition forces in the distance did not dare to look too much, and lowered their heads one after another.

Suddenly, brilliant colors burst out of his eyes, and he stared in disbelief at the messed up body on his chest. This body had no heart.

"I'm here as a saint, why won't I retreat!?"

In an instant, the sharp blade split the sky, and the billowing black clouds were forced to disperse under the breath. It was as if someone had poked a hole in the sky, and the long-lost sunlight shone directly on the body wrapped in blood along the hole.

A pillar of brilliance carries light.

Qing Ming raised his head with great effort and looked at the bright sunshine outside the black clouds. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The soul was snatching control of the body, and the control of the soul that he was proud of was the master of the voice. In front of him, he looked like a child waiting for food, even walking was difficult.

Not long after, the blood-red faceless soul left Gus's body and fled into the distance. The next moment, "Gus" soared into the sky, and the beam of light above his head never left, chasing after him like a shadow.