The Stars Cross the Frost Ocean

To retaliate against my deceit in the previous life?! It’s just that you didn’t expect that I was also in the forest and heard the conversation between you and Zhuo Qing, so what happened last night happened.Afterwards, you had no choice but to realize that the situation was out of your control, and you couldn't explain it to Song Lan, so you took the heart-suppressing ring from Zhuo Qing. Perhaps, you and Zhuo Qing were all together, otherwise, how could you Do you go to contact him again and again without listening to my advice?Or maybe, you have reached a certain deal, and then you tricked me into wearing this ring, so that I will become your puppet, and you can kill or scrape as you please, and seeing you and Song Lan fly together, there is nothing you can do about it Do something more.Am I right, Master?"

His tone was a little excited, Xiao Xingchen kept shaking his head vigorously, his face was anxious, indicating that things were not what he said at all.Xue Yang took a deep breath, but his expression was very serious, and he quickly let out the knot in his chest. The pain was relieved a bit, but his heart seemed to have fallen into hell in an instant.

Invincible.

Xiao Xingchen was at a loss, his eyes were red with anxiety, and there seemed to be some bright tears in his eyes, and even his voice was choked with sobs: "What you said just now, only one sentence is true." Xue Yang Seeing him like this, the bottom of his heart was secretly stained with an indelible bitterness, but in front of outsiders, he still forced a mask of disdain and sneer, and opened his mouth slowly, hiding the imperceptible and almost uncontrollable Xiao Xingchen shook his head, his voice was trembling, but he said slowly and firmly: "No, it's not. Zhuo Qing and I did reach a deal. Give me this ring. And the reason for this transaction is not because of Song Lan at all."

Hearing this, Xue Yang was not as surprised as Xiao Xingchen imagined. Even though there were slight ripples in his heart, he still had an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. The look of disbelief.Xue Yang smiled slightly, and said casually: "Oh? The Taoist chief just said, what kind of deal is it?" Xiao Xingchen hesitated for a moment, and fell into a frantic self-struggle again, but seeing Xue Yang getting more and more impatient Looking at Song Lan's increasingly gloomy face not far away, thinking about guilt and guilt, he said, "Zhuo Qing, he wants to know the method of repairing the spirit body, so I exchanged this with me."

Xue Yang seemed to have heard some big joke, but unfortunately he couldn't laugh, so he chuckled lightly, and said sarcastically, "The way to restore the spirit body? Unfortunately, I don't know either." Xiao Xingchen's heart skipped a beat At that moment, he almost suspected that he had heard it wrong, but seeing that there was no half-joking intention on the other party's face, he said in disbelief, "What, what?" Xue Yang shook his head helplessly, with a soft and strange tone, said : "If I knew it a long time ago, why did I have to wait for Wei Wuxian for eight years in Yizhuang? Daoist, it seems that you have been deceived." The words became a prophecy.

Deceit, resentment, and remorse all seemed to turn into sharp knives like a cold pool. Before Xiao Xingchen could dodge, it was like a piece of light paper being stuck firmly on the ground, stabbing it to pieces.

His eyes were blank, and he was speechless for a while.

However, Xue Yang did not intend to let him go.

Sarcastically, considering his tone, he said, "Master Dao, what's the matter? This lie is so contemptible, the priest probably doesn't know about it?" His brows gradually wrinkled, and his smile faded away, as if he was driven to a desperate situation In general, he took a few steps in his direction, a little out of control, and his voice was excited: "Now that things are going on, you still want to lie to me! What are you thinking!"

Xiao Xingchen knew that even if he told the truth for his own sake, he would not believe it.

At this time, seeing Xue Yang's emotions intensified again, as if he wanted to hurt Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan couldn't bear it anymore, and the monks behind him were also aroused with various expressions of anger, and the noisy discussion was like a plague in an instant. Generally, it spread rapidly, and the tone was very excited and fierce: "Xue Yang! You devil, with us and Daoist Song around, you don't want to hurt Xiaodao to grow a hair!" "Xue Yang, the time has finally come for you to be cut into pieces. If you don’t obediently go and catch him?!” Some monks were even more daring, pointing their swords at Xue Yang, but they didn’t take a step forward, and shouted loudly: “Xue Yang! You have done a lot of evil, today is the day we will do justice for the heavens! The two priests, why don’t you talk to him, just cut him off!” “That’s right! Kill him quickly, so we can go back and ask for credit!” Some monks shouted in agreement, Then there was another burst of piercing, shrill laughter.

Xue Yang: "...", his face gradually became expressionless, his eyes darkened, the world despised him, he knew it, but he didn't care about it.

What he really cared about, but lied to him and deceived him, even coaxing and deceiving him just to calculate him.

But that person is still a revered god in the eyes of the world, while he is a mud that is cast aside and trampled by thousands of people.He can't see his own sincerity, he would rather go to the so-called duplicity of people in the world than to go to the self who is full of sincerity to him.

It's ridiculous.

The spiritual power that has been suppressed in the body instantly broke through the shackles, and reversed crazily in the body, bursts of sober pain came from the ring bone, the cold killing intent burst out all over the body, and the eyes were covered with a layer that seemed to be No scarlet.At this time, in order to win the first place, some monks had already passed Song Lan and rushed towards him.

The sleeve robe moved slightly, and the disaster disaster was unsheathed, and the spiritual power constantly flowing on it clamored for the master's hearty fighting spirit.The corners of his lips suddenly lifted up, revealing a contemptuous and sarcastic arc.Before the fastest cultivator got close, Xue Yang came straight in front of the cultivator in a blink of an eye.The monk was about to swing his sword to stab him, when Xue Yang raised his eyes suddenly, showing a strange fierce light, his eyes were scarlet, the brutality and violence that seemed to be materialized, made the monk almost think that he saw the craving from the depths of hell Blood Shura.

The sound of a sword piercing flesh.

The monk felt severe pain in his abdomen and lowered his head in horror, only to realize that Jiang Mi had pierced his body with a sword. Immediately afterwards, a cold and treacherous spiritual power from the sword exploded in his body, and there was a sound Before the screams could be uttered, it was blasted into broken corpses and rain of blood.Xue Yang glanced at the shattered bone powder on the sword with disgust. A large piece of shockingly red blood mixed with the internal organs that had been shattered into pieces instantly made the dry and hard ground emit hot steam and a disgusting strong fishy smell. With the cool wind, it also drifts around.

Seeing the frightful condition of the monk, the group of monks stopped moving forward, and their sense of fear became more and more intense. They pushed and fled subconsciously, stomped on others indiscriminately, yelled mournfully, begged for help and Scolding himself, the scene was very chaotic.

Xue Yang smiled sarcastically, and the silver light on the heart-relief ring on his finger was even worse, and the pain was even heavier, making him slightly frowned, and his tone was extremely frivolous, implying endless murderous intentions: "Want to leave? Tonight, you guys Everyone must die." As soon as the words fell, the spiritual power around him exploded in an instant, and all the monks were blown away like kites with broken strings, carrying blood mist.

All the cultivators were strangled into corpses in a rain of blood, and some had their own flesh and blood flying around, their ribs collapsed, and they were smashed to pieces in the catastrophic storm of spiritual power.

The Heart-Suppressing Ring on Xue Yang's finger suddenly shattered, and Song Lan Fuxue stabbed it, transforming into several sword beams, cutting straight into Xue Yang's back.Blood spattered all over his body suddenly, his bones were visible deep, his eyes were as dark as blood, his expression was still cruel and indifferent, showing a sneer.

Turning around, Fuxue and Jianghui exchanged moves. Both of them had their clothes fluttering, and they met palms in the air. Their palms were numb. Immediately, their spiritual power scattered, and they each stepped back a few steps. Their eyes met, showing firmness. killing intent.

Xue Yang's eyes were suddenly enveloped in a bloodthirsty and crazy black mist, he pressed on every step of the way, and the two swords intersected, even if they were up and down, but the move was fatal.

Farewell

Song Lan's black clothes were mixed with the thick clouds and mist, and only the startling and bright snow-white sword light could be seen flying across the air, as light as a frightened bird, as bright as a swimming dragon.The moves are pressing, a set of swordsmanship is extremely fast, the speed is too fast to see clearly, the sword's edge is cold, pointing directly at Xue Yang's heart! Xue Yang moved sideways, circulated the violent spiritual power in his whole body, and condensed it on the palm of his hand , the pure light of spiritual power almost pierced through the thick and solid dark night, it was as bright as day, and hit Song Lan directly, and Song Lan used his palm strength to suddenly push hard, and the Cangshu not far away Buildings, broken houses, and even masts and sculls were all scattered in a blast of spiritual power, and were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

The shrill and whistling residual wind blew violently, stirring up a layer of yellow sand and scattered soil, withered dry branches and messy scorched grass pervading and flying, exuding a nervous and uneasy atmosphere.

Xue Yang missed a move, and the evil thoughts in his heart grew more and more crazily. The blood in his whole body seemed to be boiled and agitated by charcoal in the refining fire of hell. Blood killing intent.Two contradictory and extreme energies, scorching hot and mixed with yin and cold, gradually covered every part of his spiritual consciousness, and his eyes were gradually shrouded in thicker and thicker red mist. He couldn't see anything clearly, and became more and more crazy Emotions swept over his sea of ​​consciousness, making his eyes as dark as ink. He stabbed around with his sword like crazy, but he couldn't get rid of this dark abyss no matter what.Like a powerful suction force, countless powerful tentacles emerged from the dark abyss, entangled him tightly, strangled him, made it difficult for him to breathe, and stabbed and poked him with a sword, but it was useless, and he couldn't pierce it.The smell of bloody evil held many gloomy, cold, cruel, angry, resentful, and all kinds of negative emotions, which were transmitted from the spiritual power flowing from the whole body to every spiritual vein, and swept all his sea of ​​consciousness crazily.