Chapter 71: Come back home

Half a month later, Ning Chen's hair began to turn gray, not much, with a strand of snow under the black hair, which could only be seen when the cold wind blew through.
The fingers of both hands could no longer shed blood, and the same was true when tearing the scab. Ning Chen's hand slashed and cut his right wrist, and finally, blood shed again.
Thousands of square meters of the lake left Ning Chen's blood everywhere, but the legendary diamond flower still did not appear.
On the 20th day, the vitality of Ning Chen's body gradually faded away. His hair no longer turned gray, and it was still not that much white hair. The difference was that both black and white were stained with a lifeless gray .
"Cough"
On Qianxue Lake, Ning Chen coughed continuously, and his internal organs were severely painful, but recently he has been vomiting without bleeding.
The chapped skin continued to crack in the cold wind, and it was not blood stains, but more chapped flesh and blood, and the life hung by Zhuantian Dan had gradually dried up and dried up.
The effect of Broken Heart Grass is getting smaller and smaller. It started to last for nearly two days and now it can only last for less than one day.
"Your vitality has already begun to fade, and the possibility of planting diamond flowers is already very small. You can't save him (her), and eventually you will be destroyed." Mu Qianxi came again, looking at the red lake , Calmly said.
Ning Chen smiled wearily, and did not speak.
As long as Ah Man survives, nothing else matters.
After one month, Ning Chen's blood seemed to have run out, and no blood could shed from her fingers or wrists.
Fingers, wrists, and blood scabs were once again uncovered. However, the blood scabs were uncovered, and some were only the white flesh and blood.
In fact, Ning Chen was already damned, but with the existence of Zhuan Tian Dan, he couldn't die.
If he couldn't die yet, Ning Chen might not really want to live alive.
The cold wind blew, the rime of the frost valley, the lone swordsman still lay still, and the black and white big cloak hunted with the wind. On the side, the snow sword lay across the sword stand, letting the wind and frost blow, the sword tip occasionally dripped with vermilion, slipping on the ground, staining red and white snow.
"Do you want to give up?" Mu Qian's half-closed eyes opened, a flash of light flashed in his silver eyes, and he said softly.
There is no blood to be planted, how can we talk about hope?
Suddenly, Mu Qian's body shuddered violently, and for the first time, his beautiful face changed.
"Crazy" looked back coldly, startled.
On the Qianxue Lake, the silver light rose around Ning Chen, the magnificent vitality slowly overflowed from the mouth of the heart, and the long black and white hair swayed in the cold wind. In the dazzling light, an unusually red blood flew and fell into the snow, Ning Chen His face was pale for a moment, and no trace of blood could be seen.
This is the essence and blood of the heart. With one drop and one drop, Ning Chen can support today, relying on the foundation of Wushuang. At this moment, the blood of the heart is forced to undoubtedly destroy the foundation.
"Uh"
With a long grunt, Ning Chen's vitality dispersed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, his long hair fluttering, dark.
At the next moment, the day after tomorrow, Qiu Xiu's Xiuwei quickly fell back to Wupin's realm, and it was still falling.
Broken heart grass is not much, this time, still in the future, Ning Chen fainted.
Mu Qianlu was silent, watching Zhu Yan dripping with a snow sword, motionless.
The Snow Sword traversing the valley is still quietly traversing the Qingshuang Valley, as if it were a sky, blocking the boundary between life and death. , Death is life.
In the palace of Prince Yue of Southern Xinjiang, Prince Yan continued his life for Aman day by day, and also waited day by day in the meantime. After a month, he had not seen the return figure, and his eyes were always calm. A touch of sadness finally flashed.
It has been more than a month, and he still failed.
Prince Yan sent a letter that had already been written. He knew that Ningchen had only one elder grandson in this world. So, this time, it would be time for the elder grandson to meet him for the last time.
At the same time when the letter was sent, the war between North Mongolia, Northern Mongolian Court and Daxia for four months finally began, and the strength of the Northern Mongolian Court, which had been recuperating for seven years, reached a peak. In seven years, the world's wise men eclipsed.
The Northern Mongolian King's court won the first battle. Most of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers killed and wounded by Da Xia Chen Bing's original north faced back to Yangui City.
The name of the military division spreads all over the world again.
Beiwuhou Town guarded Yangui City, and Qinghehou Town Guarded Xingchaoguan, blocking the two roads that must be passed by Beimeng Tieqi to the south.
The garrison of Yangui City and the forty-thousand soldiers who retreated from the defeat, integrated 170,000 people, and directly blocked the Northern Mongolian army. Go around.
The swordsman realizes the sword, the snow sword flies up, and falls into the swordsman's hands. The world of snow and snow is transient. A landscape painting spreads out.
The stunning swordsman wrote the legend, under the waterfall, the swordsman danced, a sword crossed, the snow-colored brilliance traversed the sky waterfall, and the rushing water flow was instantly still.
A moment later, the swordman closed his sword, the cold eyes flashed silver, the landscape painting quickly dissipated, and Qingshuanggu once again recovered as before.
Qingshuanggu, Qianxuehu center, a figure sitting in a wheelchair, motionless, beside him, a beautiful ice flower blooms in the wind, the bright red heart is as bright as blood, beautiful in the snow, thrilling.
Mu Qianxi walked slowly, looking at the diamond flowers on the lake, his expression remained unchanged, and with a wave of his hand, the diamond flowers turned into a stream of light and flew into his hands.
Outside the valley, the sound of horseshoes came, Mu Qian's brow furrowed, and his figure flickered and disappeared from the center of the lake.
In the carved carriage, a graceful figure walked out, beside him, accompanied by a young woman, with an imperceptible sadness on her gentle face.
"This palace came to pick him up," Chang Sun said, and immediately walked towards the middle of the valley.
Mu Qianyi's eyes shrank, but there was no hindrance. The dragon, the phoenix and the green crown, the golden dragon and the phoenix patterned clothes, the coming person is undoubtedly the queen of today's Daxia, and the grandson is worry-free.
In the center of Qianxue Lake, Chang Sun looked at the figure sleeping on the wheelchair, and the sadness in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
"He can only live a little longer in Qingshuanggu," Mu Qianlu walked, reminding.
"No, he came out too long, it's time to go home" Changsun looked at Ning Chen's gray hair and said lightly.
Lime stepped forward, his hands trembling, his heart painlessly attached, and the latter was carefully picked up, and a tear ran out of his eyes unconsciously, softly, "Ning Chen, we're home"
Mu Qiansi stopped talking, watching Changsun and Liming take Ning Chen away.
Quiet years, merciless time, in the Qingshuang Valley, Mu Qianxi left Xuejian, all the way to the direction of southern Xinjiang, the empty valley left no picture, only the sound of snow blowing, the blood of the heart of Qianxue Lake has been drowned by the snow, and no longer There was no trace of it.
He promised him that he would send Lingjinghua to Nanjiang.
Northwest of Daxia, Qinghe City, the hurdle carriage drove across, heading all the way to Qinghe Hou Mansion.
Qinghe Hou has sent troops to rejuvenate the customs, and now in Houfu, only Taiping Hou sits in town, and will soon travel to the north of Daxia.
No one can stop this war. The presence of the military division in the Northern Mongolian King's Court is so powerful that it was shocking. The once incomparable Daxia soldiers were defeated one after another and were extremely embarrassed.
At this extremely critical moment, Da Xia's West again spread bad news. The Lord of the First Temple of Yongye Gods, Ye Wujun appeared in the west of Xiling City.
The heavy armored knights of the gods were led by three top-ranking warriors of the Ninth Grade. Through the moment of serious wounds in the clothing, the soldiers approached Xiling City, and they would step across the last barrier at the west of Daxia at any time.
The situation in Daxia was in jeopardy. The thousand-year-old invincible dynasty had a tendency to collapse.
After the bad news, in the temple, the overworked Emperor Xia vomited blood and collapsed. The three princes who had been ignoring the government had to come out to preside over the overall situation, which could stabilize the hearts of the court officials.
In the spring of the second year of the new calendar, this was the most difficult time in the history of Daxia. The Northern Mongolian court and the Yongye gods jointly raised their troops to cut the summer. During the first battle, Daxia soldiers were injured and injured 60,000, and a martial war was seriously injured.
This is a humiliation that has never been seen in the millennium history of Daxia. Only after the war began, the soldiers and generals have completely retreated.
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The undefeated Wujun is still invincible in the world, few people can be injured, and the injury is not dead. It is the strongest force in the world.
There are military divisions in the north and Wujun in the west. Da Xia's future looks gloomless for a while.
Da Xia is now in decline. The forces that have been deterred by Da Xia's military force have begun to move around, and the swarm of tigers has become irreversible.
Three days later, Mu Qianlu went to the Prince Yue's Mansion in southern Xinjiang and sent the diamond flowers to him.
Prince Yan saw the diamond flower, and his heart was complicated and abnormal. This flower bloomed too late.
Aman's breath has almost completely dissipated. Even if the flowers are blooming, no one knows whether it can be saved.
Prince Yan placed the diamond flower in front of A Man's seriously injured heart, and immediately turned his true energy, forcibly submerged the strange flower that grew out of blood into the latter's heart. , Dyed the entire room into a strange blood.
A Man still did not wake up and was comatose quietly. Prince Yan was helpless and could only continue to comb his body with true energy every day.
Two more days later, the Barbarian King arrived. He received a letter from Aman. When he came to the Prince Yue's Mansion, he found out that he was late.
The barbarian king took Aman. This incomparable barbarian overlord seemed to be ten years old in a day, and he couldn't say a word of pain.
At the same time, Qinghe Hou Mansion, Ning Chen with gray hair, also lay in bed, motionless, cracked all over his body, and there was nothing intact between his hands and arms, extremely desolate.
The grandson and Liming were quietly on the side, no one had to say a word.
Time has only left a name, no mercy, two figures in a coma, one in the barbarian dynasty, one in the Qinghe, separated by more than a thousand miles, should not meet, after all, far away ...
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