The sky was dark, and the snow-white ground was soaked in red blood.

There are fires burning all over the sky in the distance, and a large number of tribal villages have been built near the mountains.

The shrill wails resounded continuously, and an extremely large monster could be seen under the snowy night, dragging a giant blood ax and wreaking havoc in the sea of ​​fire.

A white figure fled in a hurry. It kept running towards the distance, and the blood stains along the way attracted more monsters.

Dark shadows came, and harsh laughter filled the snowy night.

It looked back, becoming more frightened and frightened. It speeded up again, but suddenly bumped into someone.

My forehead hurt and I fell to the ground.

When it raised its head, it saw a slender figure standing in front of it.

The flowing long hair danced in the wind, and the face had a slight vicissitude, but it could not hide the handsomeness hidden under the edge.

The mature charm is revealed from the indifferent eyes, looking at it quietly.

It recognized the origin of this costume and couldn't help but become more frightened.

Looking back again, there is a beautiful figure standing behind the long-haired man.

She was holding a guqin, and her eyes were not black and white, but faintly blue.

Her belly was slightly bulging, as if she was pregnant.

Even though she was gentle and had a slight smile on her face, she still couldn't erase the terrifying pressure of her bloodline.

That's...a demon!

"Husband, it seems we don't have to go hungry tonight."

There was a whisper, and the woman looked at the long-haired man with a smile.

Such a scene made it even more panicked, and it began to step back.

But in the rear position, a black shadow murderous intention was set off.

The long-haired man raised his head slightly, a cold light flashing in his calm eyes.

Convenient in an instant,

boom!

The snow-capped mountains collapsed.

All the black shadow bodies were stagnant in the air, and the boundless sea of ​​fire from the distant tribe was also cut in half on the spot!

Blood fell to the ground, and silence fell all around.

It was so frightened that it froze up and lay on the snow, not daring to move.

The long-haired man suddenly stepped forward, bent down and held it in his arms.

His eyes were lowered, no longer cold and murderous, but filled with a ray of tranquility.

"Nice fur."

Following these words, it turned pale with fear, trembled, and prayed: "Please, don't eat me."

The woman behind blinked her eyes and said slyly: "Tell me, how many innocent people have you harmed before?"

"No, not even the bad guys have done any harm." It shook its head desperately.

The long-haired man patted its head gently and whispered: "The ghost fox clan is born not to like chaos, so it is not tolerated by other races."

"May I have your name?"

"Ning Xiao'e, this is the name my father gave me."

"From now on, you can practice with me."

The long-haired man put it on his shoulder, and the woman behind him had tender eyes full of love.

Her husband has always been like this, and he is significantly different from the so-called gentleman.

In the eyes of outsiders, a monster is a monster and must be punished.

But her husband told her that sometimes, human hearts are more terrifying than demons, and demons also have differences between good and evil, benevolence and righteousness.

She lowered her head and caressed her belly, and murmured: "It's been two hundred years. When will you be born? It's going to be so hard on your mother."

"In my opinion, I'm afraid it will take another eight hundred years." The long-haired man shook his head and smiled.

"It's all your fault." The woman said angrily, and struck with her fist.

Two figures walked under the snowy night, getting further and further away until they disappeared.

…

The ripples on the ancient painting were constantly being fiddled with, but only Lan Xuejing could see Ning Xiao'e's memory.

That was the first time Ning Xiao'e met Chen Yu.

Lan Xuejing was stunned on the spot, her mind rumbling as if she had discovered some shocking secret.

Because the long-haired man in the ancient painting seems to be the disappeared legend of Dayan, a world-famous genius in Shushan!

"Shen...Shen Nanqing?"

Her breathing was rapid, a huge gap was torn open in her cognitive perspective, and her face looked incredulous.

In the square, everyone was still amazed.

Palace Master Zixia waved her hand gently, and her disciples pushed the easel back to the main hall.

"Everyone, the banquet begins now." He smiled, but everyone was a little reluctant to leave.

As he sat down, he was still talking about the woman in the painting.

Lan Xuejing had a complicated look on her face, looking at the direction the easel was leaving, and then said to Chen Luoli beside her: "Just stay with Uncle Gu and don't run around."

Chen Luoli nodded obediently, and then Lan Xuejing disappeared from the banquet.

The Fire Ghost King in his sleeves opened his eyes again and stared at the back of the hall.

He had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

The Zixiao Palace is very large, located on dozens of peaks, with thousands of palaces and caves. The easel left the main hall in the square, but it did not stay there.

Lan Xuejing searched all the way, suppressing the aura of true energy, and saw the easel on the corridor leading to the highest peak.

"Chen Yu, are you sure? The ancestor Zixiao here is the peak Martial King." Lan Xuejing asked hesitantly.

Taking the risk of stealing ancient paintings will definitely arouse the wrath of Zixiao Palace, and it is certain that he will be discovered.

But ancient paintings are obviously very important to Chen Yu.

Ning Xiao'e is obviously Chen Yu's maid, but in Chen Yu's heart, Ning Xiao'e is already his apprentice.

So when asked before, Chen Yu would refute.

This is the relationship between weight and interest. Lan Xuejing can steal it, but if he loses his life because of it, it would be too irrational.

Unless Chen Yucanshen's power is enough to shake King Wu to his peak.

"Your meridians will be unable to bear it."

Deep in his mind, Chen Yu's whisper rang out. He was trying hard to use his remaining power to wake up for more time.

"What does this mean? It's not a problem." Lan Xuejing didn't care.

Without Chen Yu, she would have died several times.

After he finished speaking, he followed quietly again.

Halfway through the corridor, a gap in the surrounding defenses finally appeared.

She shot out like an arrow, her true energy was revealed, and her power in the realm of heaven and human beings should be far greater than that of the two disciples.

There was a roar in the palm of the hand, and the two of them passed out on the spot.

Lan Xuejing hurriedly took down the ancient painting, and just when she turned around, a figure standing with hands behind her hands was already standing at the end of her sight.

Her movements were slightly stiff, and she had not felt any breath coming out before. Where did this person come from?

"What do you mean by this?"

The cold words came out, and wisps of true energy emerged, and it was clear that he was in the middle stage of the heaven-human realm.

He was like the guardian of the ancient paintings sent by Zixiao Ancestor, and his eyes never left the scope of the ancient paintings.

"The property returns to its original owner." Lan Xuejing shrugged.

"absurd!"

The cold drink rang out, the true energy suddenly burst out, and there was a Pilian Changhong bombardment.

Lan Xuejing quickly dodged and also activated her true energy.

And this kind of movement has spread to the square, and the influential people in Bahuang raised their heads one after another, showing suspicion.

Gu Changan looked back, but did not find Lan Xuejing's figure, and his expression changed.
Chapter completed!