No matter how messed up, it was something else. For Xuesina, her only thought at this time was to completely destroy the disciple in front of her, or to freeze it into an ice slag with no hope of redemption.

As soon as the words "priest" and "prophet" entered her ears, it seemed as if a dense and compressed fireball exploded in her heart. At that moment, she felt only the fire and blood in the sky.

There was nothing in front of me, only the fire mixed with the deadly smoke, the ruthless smoke that was as hot as a demon, with the choking and viciousness of the choking, tearing the last happiness. The blood confused all the memories, and the hideous smile was the only hatred. The snow-white knife was dyed red by blood, and the blade edge shone in the charming firelight. She remembered that several gaps on the blade edge flashed with intermittent red light, which were traces that had been cut off the skull.

There were also noisy shouts and shrill screams. She curled silently, huddled in the dusty corpse. The blood soaked her, and the torn bone spurs pierced into her skin. The young girl was silent, opened her empty eyes, neither crying nor shouting. Through the gaps in the corpse, she watched the group of grim and crazy people destroy everything about her.

A heartless soul floats...

Since then, the five-year-old orphan of the Fire Master family has a head of white hair. The little girl's cold eyes rejected all kindness and care. She alone, she traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to Nigra.

ten years.

No one knows the girl's past, but she only knows that this is a natural female ice and snow mage. She not only fully understands ice and snow in terms of strength, but also completely cold in life. She is always white and has no color. Only things as pure as snow will touch them.

She only likes white, or pure color, pure snow-like color. She had just entered the academy, even if she saw people wearing red clothes, she would have no chance to have hatred. A young man who loved her beauty appeared in front of her laboratory wearing the traditional red dress of the family, holding the brightest bloody rose, and then a sword turned into snow was inserted into her chest!

If it weren't for a mage who likes to join in the fun, the tragic young man would have become a cold ice soul! That day Xuesina was promoted to a mage and announced that she was disgusting with any red, blood and fireworks.

Since that day, she has stayed away from fireworks and has never eaten any cooked food again!

Yes, I have never eaten any cooked food processed by fire again!

The food is frozen to a certain point with a cold temperature, then crushed into tiny ice chips, and eaten little by little, this is the support of the female mage after birth. The cold and snow-cold female mage scared the people in the academy, regardless of gender.

No one who is familiar with her dares to let her appear in her dreams! No man with a scorching dream in his mind would choose her as the statue of the Snow Statue. For those people, Xuesina is just a madman - not only a madman in spell research, but also a completely complete madman living in the soul.

Maybe she had a tragic childhood. Many people have speculated, but no one has delved into it. But in the end, she learned that the female mage's name hates the disciples and seems to have had conflicts. However, not many people care about everything that belongs to her except for her strength.

Because of the fireworks and blood in the sky, she hated all the fire, red and blood. Because of the strength of the family's fire-type mage's bloodline, it was coveted and destroyed by others, so the female mage became a complete ice and snow mage.

The blood faded from his eyes, and the female mage had no expression.

"Is this the beginning of my journey of revenge?" There seemed to be a low whisper in my heart, which was as quiet as a thousand years of iceberg, "Then go, it will all dissipate with the wind..."

Dozens of ice ridges instantly sealed the surroundings of Mora's body, and fell to the ground and turned into a cluster of regular spell lights. Not all academic mages are research schools, and there will be any situation in this world, especially the magic world that is famous for its strangeness and unpredictability.

The light of magic is linked together to form a trapped array. However, in this summer, the power of ice and snow is not sufficient, so Mora still has time to break through and leave. But suddenly there was a strange feeling in his heart. Pictures belonging to a long time ago circling in his mind, telling a sad and sad story. Morra's divine power protected a perfect circle around his body, looking at the female mage who was trapped in the calmest madness with pity, looking at her past from a long time point-the past that was no longer known.

The female mage didn't know why that person didn't leave. Maybe it was because of a hasty incident and there was no time to pray to his god to give him strength. The female mage had a sad smile on the corner of her mouth, so don't beg for your god. Death belongs to you, she is waiting for you ahead!

He released the ice and snow magic power stored in his body desperately. The painfully modified bones made a crisp "crack" sound, as if they were about to collapse after a while, but the female mage did not stop outputting power at all.

This summer, if you want to fully exert the power of ice and snow, you can only use your magic power to shape your own ice and snow world. Although the disciple in front of you did not have time to communicate with his gods, he seemed to have inhuman changes in his body. Only by completely sealing the space where he is, can you ensure that his information will not be known to his gods. Otherwise, it is very likely that he will face the last person, but the god represented by this person!

The female mage is very talented, but she cannot embark on the path of the magic god. The greatest achievement in her life is just a great master? What's more, it's not yet! The bloodlines originally passed down from the family have been catalyzed by secret techniques, rewritten their own attributes, and have obtained supreme progress speed and potential. However, the price is that she will never be able to see the peak of magic, and the mystery of human beings becoming gods!

However, it is enough to be able to kill those people. The female mage suddenly smiled and the world suddenly lost its color. Endless snow fell from the sky, and the magic circle that trapped Mora was replenished with the greatest magic power and bad realm, and all information would no longer be transmitted.

Then, let’s start the first step of revenge here.

The cold seals, life is still!

The output of mana that exceeds the limit of the body's tolerance is soon reflected. At this time, a crisp sound comes from Bingyu's body, and then white blood leaves on his arms, like milk!

That's right, it's white blood, like milk! There's no red blood!

What kind of hatred and madness is this...

The breath of life begins to weaken and will disappear soon, but there is always a thread that stops.

The female mage bit her tongue hard, stimulating the most natal power, madly affecting the summer environment. At the same time, she silently recited the spell she created that was extremely powerful and had never been known, blessed the magic circle, allowing her to exert the most incredible power.

However, the vitality in the magic circle that had reached a thread seemed to be drawn like silk, but it was always impossible to draw it! Then keep pulling it down until you die or I die!

If the initial enemy cannot be defeated, then hatred is just an episode and an insult to the enemy.

Are you in heaven or in the earth? Are you looking at me? If so, please give me strength, not to restore the glory of our ancestors, but to give the enemy the most hated punishment!

The female mage's eyes also began to leave a snow-white liquid, a color like milk. It was cold and irresistible.

Tears slid across the skin, dissipating into a cloud of mist, wrapping around the broken body, and the cracks began to close, as if a omnipotent hand brushed past a cracked exquisite porcelain. The cracks disappeared, everything was as old as before, but the weakness of the body proved that everything was not an illusion!

Is it that the power of the ancestors began to awaken? Has the road to revenge begun?

Xuesina's face was filled with tears and her whole body was trembling.

In the sealed magic array, the last little sign of life finally disappeared, the entire magic array

Boom-

A loud bang turned into a crystal ball the size of a palm.

The wind and snow gradually stopped, and then the sun at the end of the setting sun shone on the crystal ice hockey, with colorful rays lingering, which was extremely beautiful. Before the excitement and passion began to boil, it turned into the most bone-threatening despair - a pair of jade-like hands holding the sealed ice hockey and walked over.

His steps were firm and unaffected. All the ice and snow turned into nothing under his feet. The gas was dissipated in the sunset of Yuyang. Only a trace of coldness that remained in the air for a long time showed the traces of their existence.

Every step was light and silent, but to the female mage, it seemed to hit the city vertebra and hit the chest, each stroke was enough to spit out half of the blood in the body! The reason why it was not yet because the body was stiff and hard at this time, and it was completely unable to express its wishes.

Steps are getting closer.

All hope and Qiyi sank into the abyss and disappeared. The female mage shook her body and knelt on the ground, but she stubbornly supported her arms and forced one leg to hold up, looking at Mora calmly.

The last afterglow of the setting sun fell on Mora's back, and there was only darkness in Xuesina's eyes. The female mage tried hard to open her eyes, trying to see clearly what kind of face this person who easily turned into a bubble, but when she raised her head, tears flowed down uncontrollably.

The female mage roared with hatred in her heart, and she was extremely reluctant to show such a weak side in front of her enemy. However, the more she endured, the more she could not control her tears. In the end, the female mage could no longer bear it, and buried her head down, burying her face into the last remaining snow pile on the ground.

Mora looked at the female mage's expression and thought about the sad and desperate past in her heart. All kinds of feelings filled her heart, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Chapter completed!