Xing Zhiying was thinking wildly, and she felt even more hopeless. She just wanted to catch up with the evil thief Tianlang Zun and fight him to the death.
At this time, I saw that the footprints in front were getting deeper and deeper, and gradually became messy and disorderly. In the end, they looked more like traces left by struggling and rolling.
Xing Zhiying became more courageous and energized, and chased forward with all her strength. Soon she entered a long and narrow snow road. After chasing for a while, she saw a person lying frozen in the snow in front of her. Look at the figure from behind.
It is clearly none other than Lord Tianlang!
Xing Zhiying was stunned on the spot for a moment, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her tense heartstrings relaxed, and a sense of powerlessness spread throughout her body.
Feeling dizzy in her mind, Xing Zhiying managed to steady herself, clenched the Broken Jue Sword in her hand, and stepped forward to check with vigilance.
Half of Lord Tianlang's body has been buried in the snow, and his limbs are still in a desperate struggle for life. The skin from the back of his head to his neck is completely icy blue, and he looks very eerie and weird.
Xing Zhiying was stunned for a moment, then sheathed the sword and reached out to turn Lord Tianlang's body over.
With a quick glance, he could see clearly that the ugly and ferocious face of Lord Sirius had also turned an icy blue color, and there was a deep blood mark in his throat, which had almost cut his throat open.
Xing Zhiying couldn't help but shudder, feeling an inexplicable fear in her heart, but she didn't know where it came from.
After looking at Tianlang Zun's body in confusion for a moment, Xing Zhiying suddenly bit her silver teeth and pulled out her sword to cut off his head to appease Huangfu Yingyang's spirit in heaven.
However, at this moment, Xing Zhiying suddenly heard a deep voice saying: "Little girl, death is a big deal, what's the use of killing?"
Xing Zhiying was startled. She turned around and looked around, but she didn't see even half a figure. She was so surprised that she forced herself to calm down and said: "Who is talking? He is not a hero who hides his head and shows his tail. Hurry up and show yourself."
The voice was ethereal, as if wandering in the wind, but it came clearly: "If you want to know who I am, little girl, tell me first, did Dai Xiong die in your hands?"
Xing Zhiying hesitated and said: "Who is Dai Xiong? Do you mean Lord Tianlang?"
The voice paused slightly and said helplessly, "Not bad."
Xing Zhiying's heart moved, and she suddenly became vigilant. As she approached, she asked again: "Since you recognize Lord Tianlang, are you two fellow travelers?"
The voice sighed and said, "That's wrong. Not only are Dai Heng and I not on the same journey, but we also have a deep hatred."
Xing Zhiying was greatly surprised, and then she tentatively said: "Seriously? Then we have the same hatred, so you might as well come out and meet each other."
The voice smiled bitterly and said faintly: "I have been imprisoned under the snow by Dai Heng. I have not seen the light of day for more than half a year. Even if I want to, I am unable to do it."
Xing Zhiying's heart trembled, and she said suspiciously: "Since you said that you will never see the light of day, how do you know that I am a little girl, and can you still conclude that I want to take the head of this evil thief?"
The voice coughed and said: "Little girl, you don't have to doubt that this place is called Snow Road, and it was originally the territory of the senior master Jiuyin Ghost Mother."
"The Nine Yin Ghost Mother built the Huanxue Palace underground. All kinds of information are arranged in it. As long as you are in the Liuguang Ice House at the core, your ears, eyes, mouth and mouth can reach several miles around. So although you and I are far apart now,
But it’s as if I’m right next to you, and it has no impact on our communication with you.”
When Xing Zhiying heard what the other party said, she suddenly thought of the various information arrangements of the Sword Master's Hall. Although it was not as wonderful as what this person said, it was basically the same.
However, Xing Zhiying still had doubts, so she snorted coldly: "You said you were imprisoned by the Heavenly Wolf Lord, then how can you still be in the core?"
The voice sighed and said: "Little girl, do you know that I am the real Heavenly Wolf Lord, and Dai Xiong is just my servant."
Xing Zhiying was taken aback, covered her mouth and whispered: "Is this so? Then why did he betray you?"
The voice sighed again and said: "I once obtained a magical secret book by chance, and learned the location of the Fantasy Snow Palace from it. It was only because practicing that magical skill here would get twice the result with half the effort, that I came with Dai Heo.
I plan to return to the Central Plains after I have mastered my magical skills."
"Who would have thought that Dai Xiong, an evil servant with such ambition, would take advantage of my luck to make a secret plan, trying to seize that magical power and replace my identity. Fortunately, his abilities are far inferior to mine.
With strength, I forced him out of Liuguang Bingshe in one go."
Xing Zhiying's expression changed after hearing this, and she couldn't help but interject: "This evil thief is really a wolf-hearted person, so why didn't you kill him right away?"
The voice smiled bitterly and said: "My injuries at that time were really serious. It was already the limit to push Dai Heng back. How could I have the energy to pursue him again?"
"Dai Heng knew that he was no match for me, so he simply activated the mechanism and put down the Dragon Breaking Stone, trapping me in the Liuguang Ice House. His intention was self-evident. He only waited for me to use up all the water and food stored in the Ice House and eventually die of cold and hunger.
If he dies, he will be able to seize that magical power without any effort."
After hearing the whole story, Xing Zhiying also shuddered a little, and then she said calmly: "You said that you have been imprisoned by the evil thief for more than half a year, and the food and water haven't been exhausted yet?"
The voice sighed softly: "This is a very good question, little girl. I ran out of food three days ago."
"If Dai Xiong hadn't been certain that I would die, he wouldn't have been so complacent that he even prepared the Soul Crown Sacrifice in advance in an attempt to truly become the master of my pack of wolves."
Xing Zhiying thought of the tragic situation in Sanjimar earlier and knew that it was the so-called Soul Crown Sacrifice, so she nodded and said: "Fortunately, he was completely defeated in the end. It was because the agency was too clever in calculating and ended up with Qingqing's life."
The voice said approvingly: "Yes, the little girl can actually kill the evil servant Dai Xiong. Her achievements are truly extraordinary."
Xing Zhiying shook her head and smiled bitterly: "You misunderstood, I am not his opponent."
The voice said in surprise: "Really? Who did it?"
Xing Zhiying smiled more and more bitterly and said: "I don't know, maybe it's the sword spirit in my sword."
The voice seemed to be stagnant, and after a pause, he coughed and said, "The theory of the sword spirit is illusory. What the little girl said is a joke."
Xing Zhiying lowered her head and said to herself: "If it's not the sword spirit, then maybe it's his ghost. Although he died unfortunately, he finally took revenge with his own hands."
The voice became more and more speechless, and after a moment he said tentatively: "Listen to what the little girl said, did Dai Xiong kill your lover?"
Xing Zhiying suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly defended: "No...no, he is my friend...brother."
The voice fell silent and said with regret: "It's a pity, little girl, allow me to ask, when was your brother killed?"
Xing Zhiying said sadly: "About two hours ago."
The voice then said: "Have you ever been buried?"
Xing Zhiying didn't expect that the other party would ask more about it, and she couldn't help frowning: "What... do you mean?"
The voice said urgently: "Little girl, don't ask why, just tell me whether you have been buried."