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"die?"

Yan Feng's eyes instantly turned red, and then he raised his head and laughed.

"I just believed you, you deceived me like this?"

The red ink fire rose on Yan Feng's body, but his heart was trembling at this moment, and he was afraid!

He was afraid, afraid of Luo Shifang, afraid of his brother in his previous life. The two words he just said were true.

"I didn't lie to you."

Luo Shifang's eyebrows were filled with sadness. He stood up and waved his hand. In an instant, the scene around him changed. The bamboo forest was no longer there, the birds were singing, and the four places were reflected in his eyes, and some were only swaying heavy snow.

"That's her tomb. Although her spirit scattered, her soul body was intercepted by me."

Luo Shifang pointed to the distance from the abbot in front. It was a cliff. Under the night fog and snow, it was sad and cool.

"She said, I can see you in this place."

The direction opposite the cliff is the southern part.

Luo Shifang's words fell into Yan Feng's ears, but Yan Feng could no longer hear them. In his eyes, there was only the tomb next to the cliff.

"Xue'er?" Yan Feng walked towards the tombstone step by step.

"Just kidding, how could you die? It's impossible... absolutely impossible."

Yan Feng shook his head with a smile. He didn't want to believe it, but there were tears in his eyes.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Suddenly, Yan Feng punched the cliff wall next to the cliff with a sudden punch, and the fire rose up, shaking the rolling stones and making a rumbling sound.

"This is what she wants me to hand over to you when she is dying."

Luo Shifang turned his head, relaxed his hands slightly, and a few strands of silk roses fell down, falling into the air with the wind, and skimmed past Yan Feng's eyes.

Yan Feng's eyes, the pupils dilated infinitely when he saw this.

He had spent hundreds of days and nights embracing Lin Xueer. He could not have known the smell of this head. The few strands in front of him were indeed Lin Xueer's.

At this moment, Lin Xueer couldn't help but think of the scene of the day. In order to protect Yan Feng, she forced herself into the Blood Rakshasa and used her body to resist the Ten Thousand Blades.

"Go away, go... live well..."

The words of the past still echoed in his ears. Yan Feng's eyes flashed through the last scene, and his heart was like thousands of swords.

"How did she leave?"

Yan Feng's voice was hoarse.

"The serious injury has not healed. When I took her away from King Qin Guang's hand, the essence in her soul had completely disappeared." Luo Shifang said.

"The essence is dispersed." Yan Feng's mouth was cruel and he suddenly turned around and grabbed Luo Shifang's clothes.

His eyes were on fire, as if he was going crazy at any time.

"I've tried my best."

Luo Shifang's words were sad, as if all this was true. Yan Feng looked at Luo Shifang's eyes, his hands slowly loosened. His other hand and nails had been embedded in the flesh, and blood was dripping on the snow.

Luo Shifang's figure slowly retreated until it completely disappeared on the cliff.

"Xue'er..."

Yan Feng opened his right hand, which was falling down before.

"How is it possible to die? It's absolutely impossible!"

Yan Feng suddenly felt like he was crazy and began to pry open the soil on the ground with his hands. Even though his fingers were cut by the soil on the ground, even if the blood stained the white snow red, he did not care at all. He did not dare to use other powers. He was afraid that it was really his own snow.

He could only use his hands to dig the tomb open little by little!

He wants to open the grave and take a look!

I don’t believe it, and I will never believe that the grave will be my own Xueer!

Under the night, a figure used his hands, blood and snow to blend together.

The sad wind is cool in winter, and the northern style is endless.

Yan Feng's hands were already covered with sores, and blood stained a large area of ​​snow-white land red. Finally, he dug open the mound and saw the part inside. What was reflected in his eyes was a bright black ice coffin.

The moment he saw this ice coffin, Yan Feng's mind roared.

Inside the ice coffin, a woman was quietly closing her eyes, her appearance was exactly the same as Lin Xueer in her memory.

"Xue'er...is it you?"

Looking at the person in the coffin, Yan Feng's hand kept trembling, gently stroked the ice coffin, gritting his teeth tightly. At this moment, his heart shattered in an instant.

Before, he didn't believe Luo Shifang's words, but now he can't let him not believe it.

The person who is thinking about it is right in front of you now.

Lying in this coffin.

A long roar towards the sky, and the sound of sad roar echoed between the sixteen peaks, the cold wind blew everywhere, and there was a desolate feeling between the heaven and the earth.

Yan Feng's, at this moment, turned white with nearly half of the visible degree of the naked eye. The so-called white hair overnight, but that's it.

A hundred feet away, behind a big rock, there was a woman who was quietly watching him. Tears fell on the ground, and the snow fell on the ground, melting the snow, but it was frozen.

"Mu Tou...I'm sorry...Xue'er is sorry for you."

The eyes of tears are blurred. One of the people who love each other wants to see but dare not see each other, but the other thinks that heaven and man will always be separated.

There is nothing more to hurt than this.

At this moment, outside Changbai Mountain, stars and moons hang high, and under the night, there is a forest with a rich black air.

In an instant, endless Yin soldiers appeared from this black air, standing in front, one black and one white, with a long longevity hat on the head, which was the black and white impermanence of the Yinsi!

Before the Black and White Impermanence, there was another person who was not burly, perhaps thin, wearing an ordinary cloth dress that could not be more ordinary.

"Report to His Highness the Emperor of Song, Changbai Mountain is ahead. There is a barrier forbidden air here, so I'm afraid..."

The old man in common clothes listened to Bai Wuchang's words in his ears and looked at Changbai Mountain towering into the clouds ahead.

"Changbai Fairy Mountain..."

"The bloody Rakshasa is the matter of King Guang of Qin. He was punished by the emperor because of his many unfavorable times. He sent me here. This time... I have the emperor's hand decree in my hand. I think this Changbai Sword Immortal Luo Shifang dared not act rashly. He must capture the bloody Rakshasa, otherwise the famous generals in my underworld will be wiped out."

"The emperor's hand decree is here, so he can break the barrier of the forbidden air and directly enter the land of Tianchi."

"promise!"

Black and white impermanence, endless Yin soldiers, all bowed to receive orders

The Emperor of Song, the king of the third hall, was in charge of the Black Rope Hell, and there were sixteen small hells inside.

In today's myths and legends, he was evaluated as follows: Emperor Song was kind and filial, had a pure heart, but he was jealous of evil and was very obsessed with all his eyes. He would never forgive those who spread evil knowledge and views, those who were not bold and unruly, those who were ungrateful and slandered others, or those who were bloodthirsty and cruel, or those who were quibbling and slandered for evil people, etc.

It sounds like a good king of hell with clear right and wrong, of course, these are just folk legends.

God knows what the real Emperor of Song is like.

At this moment, Luo Shifang, who was on the top of Baitou Peak, noticed the black air in the southeast.
Chapter completed!