Above the snow-capped mountains of the tundra, a silent storm surged.

The long dark night was ignited by "fireworks".

Scarlet blood spurted out.

The communication sound in "Silver Foil" suddenly disappeared, and the whole world became extremely quiet in an instant.

Apart from the roar of the snowstorm, there was only the continuous, sharp sound of three fireworks exploding.

Mr. Zhuo, and a group of three people on another snow mountain, raised their heads, followed the sound, and looked silently at the bright blood-red colors of wind and snow rising into the sky in the distance.

Although it is very bloody and violent, I have to admit...the fireworks are actually very beautiful.

Very nice.

"Shashasha..."

After a brief silence.

The fireworks end.

The sound of rough footsteps came from the spiritual link network.

From the sound, it sounded like someone had come to this "silver foil".

"Mr. Zhuo..."

The look of the female hypnotist in green robe became a little frightened.

Just as she was about to say something, a hoarse greeting came from the silver foil side, interrupting her voice.

"Hello……"

It was like someone dialed the phone and asked if anyone would answer the call.

There was dead silence.

Then he said again: "Hello..."

Still no one responded.

Mr. Zhuo stared intently at the snow-capped mountain where the fireworks were blooming. The distance between the two snow-capped mountains was not far, but the wind and snow were too heavy and his eyesight could not see clearly. Even if he focused his attention on the specific scene at the top of the snow-capped mountain opposite,

Even if the force is spread to the maximum range, only a shadow of snow can be seen that resembles the lake.

"Has the church ever offended you before?"

Finally, Mr. Zhuo spoke.

Judging from the opponent's attack on the base, taking away the ancient coffin, and a series of subsequent operations... this cannot be a warm-hearted "chivalrous righteous man". He must have a grudge against the Wanzhong Church and has been planning for a long time.

While speaking, he quietly released his small sword, gathered all the blades, and then lightly stepped on the small sword. This small sword was actually not big and could be stepped on.

On top of that, it was already extremely reluctant.

The small sword slowly hung in the air.

Mr. Zhuo just stood on the sword, and slowly rose into the air with the swaying sword.

He looked at the wind and snow, trying to see clearly the scene on the hill through the height.

A calm voice came from the other side of the silver foil: "If what you said before is true... the church has not offended me."

Mr. Zhuo frowned.

"Perhaps the matter will not be so serious. What do you want?" He lowered his voice and reached the highest point, asking: "Hand over the coffin... we can talk."

There was a smile on the other side.

"I want to see the first stone slab unearthed from the tomb."

Say this.

Mr. Zhuo's heart skipped a beat... He realized what was really wrong.

Regarding the "discovery" in the Jiangbei tundra, the church has done an excellent job of keeping it secret and has never leaked it to the outside world. Even the church members sent north have been carefully selected to ensure their loyalty before being sent out of Nanzhou.

.

But now... the news has leaked!

This shows that... there is a mole within the church!

"Hand over the coffin. We can talk about the slate." Mr. Zhuo took a deep breath. He saw the swaying figure of Mohu on the top of the snow mountain. He was about to come out with his sword. What needs to be done now,

Just to stabilize the opponent.

"Oh...really?"

It's very windy and snowy.

Gu Shen, who was standing on the top of the mountain, raised his head.

His body was covered with blood. The wind blew the iron clothes, and the blood slowly flowed along the carved folds of the iron clothes. It was blown to crystallization in mid-air and froze into bright red ice slag.

Gu Shen looked at Mr. Zhuo who was holding a small sword in the distance and smiled: "What if I don't hand over the coffin?"

"This matter... is not up to you."

Mr. Zhuo narrowed his eyes and said expressionlessly: "You can't escape the snowy mountains."

The next moment!

The small sword burst out with a magnificent sword light. This sealed object penetrated the wind and snow and tore apart the night. It was like a meteorite falling from the sky. From the top of a snow mountain, it hit the top of another snow mountain.

Above.

Mr. Zhuo's eyebrows surged with huge spiritual power.

The broken tip of the small sword condensed an extremely narrow "blank field". Wherever it passed, the heavy snow fragmented, like a stream of light, drawing thousands of arcs!

And the next moment.

Mr. Zhuo, who fell on the top of the snow mountain, had a sudden change in his expression. His mental power was firmly locked on the figure in the wind and snow... However, when he got really close, he realized that... this was not the boy he was looking for at all.

!

The figure had its head removed, its feet were nailed to the ground with long snow-white nails, and was blown swaying by the strong wind.

The same two corpses were lying on the soles of his feet.

And their missing heads...

It was the three "fireworks" that were previously ignited and set high in the sky!

Mr. Zhuo looked pale.

He recalled that in the silver foil link, the hypnotist once issued a cry that stopped suddenly... At this moment, he suddenly turned back and looked at the only mountain he had never been to.

On the top of the mountain, stood a young man.

Gu Shen nodded to Mr. Zhuo, indicating that he had seen him before.

He snapped his fingers.

This is God’s will from the “Four Seasons Wilderness” of the new world.

Spiritually broken.

Fiery explosion.

"……boom!"

Behind Gu Shen, three beautiful and scarlet "flames" exploded in the wind and snow!

The sound of the explosion shook!

The robe of the Evening Bell Church was torn to pieces by the flames and burned out by the high temperature. The billowing black smoke expanded and exploded over the snow-capped mountains——

At the moment when the black smoke poured out, Gu Shen, who was standing on the edge of the snow-capped mountain cliff, took a step forward. This movement was very light, like a flying bird with folded wings, falling straight down.

, the billowing black tide swallowed half of the snow-capped mountains, as if

The Buddha also swallowed him up. A second later, Gu Shen's falling figure exceeded the speed of the black tide. At this moment, he was more like a sharp arrow, hitting the ground, not caring about his own flesh and blood.

The ending of falling on a thousand-meter cliff!

When Mr. Zhuo saw the second "flesh and blood fireworks", his eyes were bloodshot!

He did not hesitate and jumped down with Gu Shen.

This young man is like a ghost. He has mastered the art of condensing "spiritual power" to a very high level. If he is allowed to jump into the heavy snow again, then I may not have a chance to catch him!

The small sword accelerated rapidly in the air, erupting with a roar that shattered the sound barrier.

Gu Shen, who fell off the cliff, had no expression on his face.

He looked at the accelerating figure in the distance... Mr. Zhuo's speed was extremely fast. This was an enemy whose training time and ability strength were much higher than his own.

His ability is related to thunder... His killing method is similar to his senior sister's "Arashi Kiri" sword...

He relies heavily on that "little sword".

Many thoughts passed through my mind in an instant.

The little sword arrived in an instant.

Mr. Zhuo's mental power locked himself tightly.

He did not attack directly with the small sword, but stepped on the tip of the sword, stirring up a wisp of lightning at extremely fast speed!

A blazing fire lit up between Gu Shen's brows... The arc of the Ruler of Truth swept out from the sleeves and robes, and wings suddenly sprouted from the back of the body pressed against the stone wall. During the rapid fall, these huge wings not only
To be continued...