A bone-deep gap opened up in Gu Qilin's chest.

The shadow of Wuliang Scale tightly wrapped around the breastplate, trying to suppress the injury... However, Gu Lushen's mental power raged at the wound, preventing it from healing time and time again.

A lot of blood spread.

The old man's face also turned pale.

Gu Lu squatted in front of the snowy tree. He stared at the injury he had caused and said softly: "Don't worry...this injury will not cause death. Just lie here with peace of mind. When the storm in the cemetery is over, I will become a god. Naturally

Will come to save you."

Gu Qilin wanted to speak.

But at the throat, a strong smell of blood surged up.

He was coughing violently and was so weak that he couldn't even utter a single word.

"Save your energy."

Gu Lu looked deeply at the purple glow that penetrated into the flesh and blood of his chest, and said calmly: "I know you want to die now, but I'm sorry, you have to live now. This ray of spiritual power is enough to cut off all your thoughts.

...You can't escape, and you can't commit suicide. All you can do is wait. If you still want to die when I become a god and return to you, then I will satisfy you."

Mr. Gu slowly raised his head.

He stared at Gu Lushen for a long time.

After a long time.

The old man smiled, his smile full of ridicule.

However, Gu Lushen didn't care. He stood up slowly and returned to the wheelchair. The power of the Dionysian token covering his body suddenly dissipated and turned into a burst of expanding wind. As the purple glow dissipated, he also

He became a "disabled person" again and could only move around by pushing a wheelchair.

The new leader of the Gu family pushed his wheelchair out of this lonely snow forest.

The bleak cold wind stirred up the dead leaves of the snow trees, rustling down like a waterfall of leaves.

…

…

A piece of snow-white dead leaf fell from the sky.

Baixiu raised his head.

He stood in the empty snowfield and looked around. Wherever he could see, there were barren snowy mountains without vegetation... Covered by the dry snow that blocked the sky and the sun, where did this dead leaf come from?

Baixiu stopped.

He has been walking on this snowfield for a long time.

After entering the cemetery, he lost contact with Bai's extraordinary team.

He has been to Qingzhong, so of course he knows what Qingzhong looks like... No matter how serious the big explosion mentioned in the news was, it should never look like this.

A vast and boundless snowfield!

His mental power was actually suppressed and could not be released.

There is a powerful rule that hangs over the snowfield.

Baixiu is like this, and so are others.

Everyone can only become "blind" and rely on their eyesight to find the direction... However, in this snowfield, there is no direction at all. There is only vastness in all directions, and only endless silvery white color covers the eyes.

Bai Xiu realized that things in the cemetery might not be as simple as originally thought.

Those bolides that crashed into the Golden Gate were buried in the snow pits somewhere long ago.

And those extraordinary people who want to find the "Dream of Fire" and repair the cemetery should be separated by the rules of teleportation the first step after stepping into the golden door.

This may not be the real world.

But a...disaster!

A "chi" sound.

Dead leaves drifted from an unknown place and slowly fell on his shoulders.

Baixiu frowned.

He paused slightly in his forward steps and reached out to dust it off.

At this moment——

There was a layer of dry snow trembling in the snow under the feet, and the sound of broken leaves could be heard softly.

Along with it, there was a silvery hidden sword light.

The tip of a sword broke out of the snow... Under the thick layer of snow, there was actually no soil at all. A skinny body broke through the snow and crashed out. The tip of the sword was wrapped in the cold and condensed blood.

The killing intent seemed to tear Bai Xiu's entire body into two halves!

This time, there was no [Qu Long] to block Baixiu's sword.

This time, there is no need for [Qu Long] to block the sword for Bai Xiu.

He reached out to brush the white sleeves of the dead leaves. The step he originally took suddenly paused for a moment. He stepped back without any warning. The sword's sharp light grazed his cheek... It was only a hair's breadth away.

It can scratch Bai Xiu's cheek.

And this slight difference seems like an accident.

However, this accident... turned the assassination of Po Xue Chu out into a joke.

The cold light that could have directly pierced Baixiu's chin now only shredded a strand of black hair on his forehead.

The pupils of "Mr. Jin" who emerged from the snow shrank. This long-planned assassination was actually not much worse than the tundra, but the result was completely different... He knew very well that all the coincidences in the world were

inevitable.

The reason why Bai Xiu took that half step back was definitely not luck.

In this special realm where mental power cannot support Wai San, he was able to dodge this sword... purely by relying on his body's reaction!

Since the last time we were separated in the tundra, this boy... has only been practicing for one year!

Unable to kill him, Mr. Jin took advantage of the situation and slashed out!

The power of his sword changed instantly. It was no longer feminine and vicious, but opened and closed, and a layer of sword light surged out!

Baixiu's expression was calm, and he directly pinched the sword light with two fingers, shattering it to pieces!

This wisp of concussive sword light did not seem to be intended to kill him.

But I want to test my own strength.

Baixiu narrowed his eyes. He didn't use [Thunder World Walker]. He just clamped his fingers and exerted force, smashing the sword light into pieces... After taking half a step back to avoid the sword, he didn't hesitate and started attacking directly.

.

Rumbles of thunder suddenly surged and gathered from all directions on the snowy dome!

A thunderbolt struck down!

Mr. Jin immediately started to flee... He was not willing to fight, but even so, he was still hit by lightning. The reason was that the lightning was too fast!

That's real thunder!

An arm, as well as his robe, were burned by lightning. Even though layers of extraordinary formations emerged and a certain sealed object blocked the blow, Mr. Jin's left forearm still exploded with blood!

"Well..."

Mr. Jin grunted and continued to run away without any hesitation. As for the arm that was hit, he just shook it hard. It seemed that he didn't care whether the arm could continue to be used.

This scene was seen by Bai Xiu.

The smell of burnt blood floated in the air of the snowfield.

A ridiculous and funny scene appeared.

The murderer, escape in front.

Those who were killed were chased from behind.

The identities of hunter and prey... were exchanged in just tens of seconds.

Mr. Jin looked back solemnly and looked back.

I saw thunder in the void, and then thunder continued to fall.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of each thunderbolt is not loud, but it is like a whip filling the air, extremely full, as if it hits the heart.

Accompanied by the sound of thunder.

A figure of a young man in white clothes with his hands behind his back appeared directly at the location where the thunder struck.

Baixiu activated the [Thunder Realm Walker], which seemed to be "unhurried", but in fact it was extremely fast. He just chased his prey...the distance between the two was quickly shortened.

Mr. Jin gritted his teeth and pressed a hand to the center of his eyebrows. In an instant, a ray of purple demonic light flashed crazily. After the ray of demonic light disappeared, Mr. Jin squinted his eyes, and the color of his pupils gradually turned into a brilliant color.
To be continued...