Unforgettable!

A crystal teardrop fell on the thin paper filled with divine light and disappeared.

The girl Xue Qiao's tears slipped down, her tears of excitement were crystal clear, she slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the door, "Auntie - thank you."

The [Bone-Carving Divine Technique] in front of you is a magical secret technique.

The girl Xue Qiao didn't know where her aunt Xuefeishuang got such a magical secret, but she knew very well that this was what she needed most now.

Dense characters flashed in the eyes of the girl Xue Qiao——

"The divine art of bone carving is the art of inheriting memory. Legend has it that a powerful god in ancient times created a magical art in order to reincarnate and retain the memory of his past life. It is called - bone carving!"

The girl Xue Qiao looked at the characters and spoke softly, "Use the power of the soul to imprint the memory in your heart into the bone marrow——"

"Unforgettable, forever and ever, never forgotten."

"The process of bone-carving magic is like thousands of ants eating the heart. Those without great perseverance should not use it indiscriminately."

"No matter how hard it is, I - I will definitely persevere." After the girl Xue Qiao remembered the method of [Bone-Carving Divine Art] in her heart, luck crushed the thin paper with the divine light and disappeared -

Sitting cross-legged on the ice and snow floor, the girl Xue Qiao was about to start practicing the [Bone-Carving Divine Art], when the door to the room was suddenly pushed open again——

Zuo Shenwei Xuefizhuo!

His face was stern, and his eyes were as sharp as blades. The moment he stepped into the room, Xue Feizhuo's pupils couldn't help but shrink a little. He looked at the dense writings carved on the wall, and Xue Feizhuo quickly wiped them out.

A burst of coldness——

"How can the ancient gods be trapped by the seven emotions and six desires of mortals?" Xue Feizhuo said in a deep voice, "Xue Qiao, how many times have I told you, forget that person -" As soon as the words fell, Xue Feizhuo directly raised his arms

With a wave of his hand, a gust of snowy wind and sand suddenly rose up, like a knife cutting, and all the characters wherever he pointed were erased——

"No -" the girl Xue Qiao burst into tears and looked at Xue Feizhuo with pleading eyes.

"You are shouldering the heavy responsibility of reviving the gods! How can this be a child's play?"

The king of the divine lineage!"

After finishing speaking, Xue Feizhuo turned around and left the room——

The young girl Xue Qiao lowered her head and shed tears. After Xuefei Zhuo's figure completely disappeared, she slowly raised her head, wiped away the tears on her face, showed her face, and tried hard to bloom the smile in her heart, "Even if I have to do it for

Snow God, I will always protect the eternal beauty in my heart——"

Sitting cross-legged, the [Bone-Carving Divine Art] spread to my heart——

This magical technique seems to completely imprint a person's memory into the bone marrow - it is an extremely unnatural method, and it is also - an extremely painful process!

After a while, beads of sweat began to appear on the forehead of the young girl Xue Qiao. However, her figure always remained stable and motionless, guarding the clear and bright mourning platform, methodically engraving her own memory——

Unforgettable, unforgettable!——

"The world of ruins?"

In front of Tongtian Bridge, a figure of a middle-aged man with a plain-looking face appeared - it was Henry Zhang who had changed his appearance. After learning from the endless wind and sand world, Henry Zhang also chose to appear in disguise this time. However,

The area near Tongtian Bridge was calm and nothing unusual.

“This is really a world full of treasures—” Henry Zhang muttered to himself, but these treasures did not interest Henry much.

The little dragon in Henry Zhang’s arms was waving his little arms excitedly——

What makes Xiao Yang strange is that Tongtian Bridge only allows one person to enter alone, but the little dragon can stay in his arms - all the rules in the realm of gods seem to have no impact on this little guy - just

It’s like a BUG!

"Is it because he is a dragon? The rules of the gods have determined that he is my pet or something?" Henry Zhang didn't think much, because he had already noticed Fang Ran's whereabouts, and he was in a dense forest not far ahead——

Whoosh!

The figure flew quickly into the dense forest, Fang Ran and Fang Zong were both there. When Xiao Yang appeared at a very fast speed, almost out of thin air, the two of them subconsciously looked wary——

"It's me." Henry Zhang said immediately.

"Master?" Fang Zong looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged face in front of him in surprise.

"It's just a little disguise." After a while, Henry Zhang restored his original appearance, and Fang Zong was even more amazed.

"By the way, master, we have heard some news about the Snow God Mountain." Fang Zong said, "Sure enough, the Snow God has returned to his throne. It is said that the original plan was to hold the Snow God inheritance ceremony in the next few days. However, not long ago,

Snow God Mountain suddenly announced the postponement, and the Snow God inheritance ceremony will not officially begin until two months later."

“Suddenly postponed?” Henry Zhang was startled.

"It is said that something happened to the inheritor of the Snow God -" Fang Ran said in a deep voice, "but no one knows the specific reason."

Hearing this, Henry Zhang couldn't help but feel tight in his heart, and muttered to himself, "I hope nothing will happen -"

At this time, Fang Zong smiled and said, "Master, you asked me, Grandpa Qi, to help you enter the Snow God Mountain Range. The person you want to meet should not be the inheritor of the Snow God, right?" Of course, Fang Zong's words were just a hint.

It was a bit of a joke. In his opinion, the person the master was looking for had to be prepared to find a way to bring him back to the earth. How could he be the inheritor of the Snow God——

Henry Zhang responded, “What if I say yes?”

Fang Zong was stunned, and then said seriously, "No matter who it is, I only listen to the master's words."

Henry Zhang smiled slightly.

In any case, it was a good thing for him that the date of the Snow God's inheritance ceremony was postponed - at least he had enough time to prepare everything.

"How long does it take to get to the Snow God Mountain Range from here?" Xiao Yang asked.

"About ten days." Fang Ran took out a piece of paper in his hand, "This is a rough map of the twelfth realm of the gods."

Henry Zhang's eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

With Fang Ran and Fang Zong working so efficiently, he saves a lot of trouble - Xiao Yang opened the map and took a look, and quickly found the location of the Snow God Mountain Range. At the Snow God Mountain Range, surprisingly, he saw

Here are four words - Ten Thousand Swords and Spirit River!

Xiao Yang's pupils trembled, "The Wanjianling River passes through the Snow God Mountain Range?"

"Master, to be precise - there is the source of the Wanjianling River!" Fang Zong pointed at the map and said, "This is about a thousand miles south of the core area of ​​the Snow God Mountain Range. It still belongs to the Snow Mountain Mountain Range.

However, there is a forbidden land within a hundred miles of this place! There is no grass growing because of the existence of the Wanjianling River! Of course, the direction of the Wanjianling River is opposite to the core area of ​​the Snow God Mountain Range, so it will not affect the snow.

Instead, because of the source of the Wanjianling River, this area has become a natural barrier to the Snow God Mountain Range."

"That's just right." Xiao Yang clenched his fist slightly, and he could put the golden sword into the source of the Wanjianling River. After seven or forty-nine days, the golden sword sister can wake up - if you count the time

, but it is almost the same as the beginning of the Snow God inheritance ceremony——

Xiao Yang checked the map. Due to the special terrain of the source of the Wanjianling River, if you want to reach the Wanjianling River from the direction of the Snow God Mountain Range, you must pass through the core area of ​​the Snow God lineage - these places must be heavily guarded at this critical moment.

——Xiao Yang did not want to alarm the guardians of the Snow God line so soon——

There is another way to go to Wanjianling River——

"Our troops are divided into two groups." After pondering for a while, Xiao Yang said in a deep voice, "You guys rush to the Snow God Mountain Range first and search for news - I have other important matters."

Fang Ran and Fang Zong didn't ask any more questions, and quickly said goodbye to Henry Zhang, and the figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest——

Henry Zhang had already memorized the terrain on the map and found the right direction. When he was about to set off, the little dragon in his arms babbled, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry——"

Henry Zhang, "——" This prodigal boy is so edible——

Deep in the Snow God's Palace, outside the room formed by the glacier world, two golden immortals with strong spiritual bodies were guarding loyally, and the atmosphere was silent.

In the room, Xuefeishuang and Xuefizhuo looked solemn. In front of them, there was an ice sculpture. Inside the ice sculpture, a calm and beautiful face was faintly visible - the girl Xue Qiao.

"What happened to her?" Xue Feizhuo frowned. She was obviously fine when she came to see Xue Qiao earlier, but why did she suddenly... It was precisely because of this that the Snow God's inheritance ceremony was going to be canceled.

Forced delay——

Sure enough, she succeeded——

Xuefeishuang muttered silently in her heart, but her face was calm and colorless, "Xue Qiao is the inheritor of the Snow God's bloodline, and any unpredictable changes may happen to her. In this situation, we can only wait and see what happens."

Xuefeizhuo did not doubt Xuefeishuang. After observing the girl Xue Qiao's condition for a while, he frowned and left the room——

"In seventy-seven forty-nine days, the ice and snow on your body will gradually melt. By then, the memory will be engraved in your heart. Perhaps, even the inheritance of the Snow God cannot erase the obsession in your heart." Xuefeishuang whispered, "Little

Joe, Auntie wishes you good luck—"

Inside the ice sculpture, Snow Joe remains the same.

The twelfth realm of the gods, the world of ruins. As time goes by, the number of geniuses who gradually enter the world of ruins is increasing - some are heading towards the Snow God Mountain Range, and some are scattered everywhere, looking for opportunities of their own.

There is only one place that no one cares about.

My color changes when I hear it!

Wanjianlinghe!

The twelfth realm of the gods is where the source of the Ten Thousand Swords and Spirits River is located. The closer you get to the source of the Ten Thousand Swords and Spirits River, the more intense the killing sword aura around you becomes - wherever the river reaches, not a single blade of grass grows.

Whoosh!

At this time, only one figure went in the opposite direction, embarking on a path that no one dared to take -

Ten days passed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Henry Zhang was already close to the basin of the Wanjianling River, and there were constant invisible sword attacks around him——

Using the method of [Chiyou Body Refining], allowing the sword energy to block the cutting, Xiao Yang's figure went upstream, getting closer and closer to the source of the Wanjianling River——

A lightning-fast speed.

Suddenly, Henry Zhang’s figure stopped, and an extremely turbulent and murderous aura rushed over from the front like an overwhelming force.

Directly in front, a stone monument 100 meters high was erected——

The murderous aura released from the stone tablet seemed to be enough to crush everything.

On the stone tablet, there are murderous intent written on it——
Chapter completed!