Chapter 452 Thousands of years of wind and snow

Chapter 452 Thousands of years of wind and snow

Tianyuanzhou, Danta.

Ning Wuxie, who was in the Immortal Saint Realm, looked at the stunned Ning Chen and reached out to touch his head.

Just now, he and Xuan'er were finally able to tell him all the reasons.

Why did he want to fight against the Immortal Saint Realm and why didn't he let him go?

And what to do next for myself and everyone else.

Everything, from the beginning of all cause and effect, to the dark and uncertain ending they are heading for.

He naturally heard Ning Chen's complaint just now. In fact, this was not the first time Ning Chen said this.

The young man felt a fire in his heart. Of course he knew that he was the same way back then. But due to the unspeakable secret, Ning Wuxie didn't want to tell Ning Chen, which would put too much pressure on the young man.

He can still live for a long time, he still has a future, even if the demon invades, he can survive and spend his life with Bai Zhu.

Now that he has finally arrived in the Immortal Realm, it is time to do the unfinished business and fulfill his responsibilities. For your loved ones, and for the world that future generations will live in.

It took him ten years to go from being an immortal to an immortal saint, watching Ning Chen grow from a little kid to a handsome young man who is as tall as him now.

Ning Chen opened his mouth slightly and looked at his father and mother in shock, speechless.

"Let's go, you can't leave now if you don't want to." Xuan'er said softly, touching Ning Chen's head and watching tears welling up from his eyes.

"Mo Xin, I ask you to send my son away from Lanyuan to Junzi Mountain, where my old friend lives."

Ning Wuxie looked at Mo Xin aside. She had just learned the ins and outs of all this, and her expression was equally shocked.

"good……"

"Dad." Ning Chen called.

Ning Wuxie punched him lightly on the chest and patted his shoulder, "I also want Bai Zhou to go with you, but your mother and I still need her, and there may be a chance for her in Xuelong Ridge."

"I'll go with you too!" the young man said excitedly.

Ning Wuxie smiled, "I have a more important task for you."

"What?"

"Stay alive."

Ning Chen was stunned.

Ning Wuxie waved to Mo Xin, she came over and pulled Ning Chen into the space passage, and the figure disappeared.

He turned around and looked at the people in front of him.

Master Wuyuan, the pinnacle of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Youyoushan, the pinnacle of earthly immortals.

Yanxiao, the pinnacle of earthly immortality.

Xiao Qiuxian is in the middle stage of human immortality.

Li Luobing, the early Earth Immortal.

White porridge, the peak of immortality, she has not been able to find the corpse of the mythical beast in the past five years.

There is also Xuan'er, but she is not a combatant.

These people are about to break into Xuelong Ridge and face the trap set by Ye Qingxuan and Ren Zong.

"Ning Wuxie," Wuyuan's throat moved, "Are you ready?"

Ning Wuxie had no expression on her face and nodded slightly.

In front of him, You Youshan folded his arms, with a gloomy face, and veins protruded from the back of his hands. Xiao Qiuxian and Yan Xiao stood side by side, holding hands tightly. Li Luobing put one hand on the sword at his waist and looked at Ning Wuxie closely.

Bai Zhou lowered her head, a little distracted. She was still thinking about Ning Chen who was taken away.

Everyone has something they value.

But now, all that could be lost.

"Then let's go?" Wu Yuan looked at everyone and found that he was also a little nervous.

"The changes in the heaven and earth that led to the promotion to the Immortal Saint Realm may have been noticed by Ye Qingxuan."

"good."

"Wait a minute." Xuan'er, standing next to Ning Wuxie, suddenly said.

"My brother has just finished retreat. I want to shave and bathe him..."

"Ah... of course that's no problem." The atmosphere among everyone suddenly became more relaxed, as if they had gotten a breather, "Then let's all go take a rest, and then we will meet here, within one day, it's okay."

Everyone dispersed, and Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er flew back to their home in Tianyuanzhou.

After landing in front of the door, Xuan'er pushed open the door and walked in. Without saying a word, she quickly packed up her things, set out the wooden bucket, and poured in hot water.

Ning Wuxie walked into the house. The wooden barrel was already filled with hot water, emitting steam.

Xuan'er stood beside her with her head lowered and her hands twisted in front of her.

Ning Wuxie didn't say anything, took off her clothes, soaked in the barrel, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Then Xuan'er's hands came in and rubbed him with a bath towel.

But Ning Wuxie is already in the Immortal Saint Realm, with clear flesh and blood, and bones like jade, so why is her body still dirty?

Xuan'er's hands were touching him randomly, but she didn't know what she was touching.

"Shave me." Ning Wuxie said softly.

Xuan'er was stunned, took her hands away, took the razor, pressed Ning Wuxie's forehead, and shaved him.

Ning Wuxie laid her head on the edge of the bucket and looked at Xuan'er directly above her. The cold scraper scratched his face, and a tear suddenly hit Ning Wuxie's face.

"It's so cute when you cry." Ning Wuxie smiled and reached out to touch Xuan'er's face.

More tears hit Ning Wuxie's face and flowed into his eye sockets, making it look like he was crying too.

Xuan'er had a lot to say and a lot of thoughts, but at this moment, she couldn't say a word.

The matter has come to this point, nothing can be said, they have come to this point.

She was really sad to see her ordinary and happy life being thrown into the dark whirlpool again.

"These ten years... have been the happiest ten years of my life."

Her throat rolled and her voice trembled.

"Me too."

…

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In the far north, there are thousands of miles of frost and snow, and the sky and the earth are completely white.

Xuelong Ridge, still north of Hanming Mountain, is a truly desperate situation. Except for monsters and barbarians, no life lives here.

Just past Hanming Mountain, there is still a large area of ​​coniferous forest in the north, which has grown here for tens of thousands of years.

But further north, it really turns into a white desert.

Extremely low temperatures and precipitation, coupled with the plain terrain, make this place barren. As long as ordinary people turn around inside, they will immediately be unable to tell the difference between east, west and north. There is hoarfrost everywhere.

But just in the monotonous and bleak wasteland, stands a majestic and spectacular wonder.

The corpse of the dragon.

It was different from Tianming in Hidden Dragon City, who looked back as if he was fighting something.

Shuanglan's huge body is naturally coiled, like a fortified city made of white bones, thousands of feet high. Even if the body is coiled up, it occupies a hundred miles.

There are no mountains in Xuelong Ridge, Xuelong itself is a mountain.

Her head is pointed toward the center of her body, as if she is guarding what is coiled inside her.

In addition to the terrifying dragon corpse, Xuelong Ridge is now much more lively than before.

Renzong's troops have also been stationed here for ten years.

A small town has appeared next to Shenlong. Surrounding Shenlong, the snow-white land is covered with complex and precise patterns. Renzong disciples are walking along the lines to check whether the formation is intact.

An invisible protective shield covers Xuelong Ridge, and a large array that can detect changes in a thousand-mile radius is operating in the sky all the time, consuming countless spiritual stones.

Ye Qingxuan was dressed in green clothes, floating in the air, looking at the dragon that danced with the emperor for nine days ten thousand years ago, but now it was just a corpse.

Ten days ago, the color of the world in Lingwu Continent changed, a peerless strong man was born, and the energy was sensed in the Lanyuan Dynasty.

Ye Qingxuan immediately transferred all the disciples of the Renzong here, but nearly half of them defected.

The Confucianists' secret slander against him and Renzong for the past ten years has finally paid off.

There are currently only a few hundred disciples of the Renzong in Xuelong Ridge. They can only do some work to maintain the formation and then serve as cannon fodder.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were as deep as water.

Human Sect...Human Emperor?

Bullshit.

It's just an illusory name, with only responsibility and no power.

He doesn't care.

In this battle before him, he has only one goal, to kill Ning Wuxie and snatch the daughter of heaven!

When he becomes the strongest man in this world, even if the human sect is gone, he can still rebuild it, and even if the world refuses to accept it, he can still force them to kneel down!

This is the true human emperor!

"Wuyuan...this is a duel between you and me..."

Master Wuyuan was truly amazing and talented, and he entered the Immortal Realm only three years later than him.

But the gap of three years cannot be made up casually. He has been in the Immortal Saint Realm for a long time and is more familiar with this power.

Besides, his target is Ning Wuxie, and Wuyuan can't protect him!

Ye Qingxuan raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Xue Long's corpse.

"When I become the Great Emperor, I will definitely resurrect you. When the time comes, I will let you dance with me..."

Qing Yi turned around and left in the air, but the snow dragon's corpse remained silent, just like she had been for the past ten thousand years.

Shenlong's white-headed head was still lowered, looking at the secrets guarded in his body that no one in the world knew. In the empty eye sockets were the wind and snow that had accumulated for thousands of years.

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