Chapter 767: Sigh, thousands of miles of cold mountains

The piano sound that Zhu Ye heard was certainly not an illusion.
Although the piano sound came from under the distant snowy mountains, it was somewhat misty, but it had an objective truth that could not be denied.
The cold is delicate, the hair is as silk as the blade, so sharp.
The cold wind on the snow ridge was cut off, the night light illuminated by the lights of Gaoyang Town in the distance was cut off, and the most stubborn snow lotus in the ice and snow was also cut off.
Several cracks appeared on Zhu Ye's boots, and then deepened, until the skin flesh and bones were broken.
His feet were broken at the ankles, carrying the remaining inertia, and flew towards the gap of Xueling, I don't know where it fell, only left two blood in the night.
Zhu Ye had no way to cross the Xueling and go to the world of the human race. He fell in the snow, panting, and his body kept undulating.
The fall was heavy, and the broken foot was a very serious injury, but he was lying on the ground and stopped moving, not because of these reasons, but because of despair.
That piano sound floated at a distance of more than ten miles, so subtle, but it was easy to cut off his legs.
The identity of the middle-aged scholar is almost ready.
He buried his face in the snow, and gave a sigh of pain, like a beast after injury, but no courage to fight back, only endless regret.
The sounds of fighting and screaming looming in the distant Snow Ridge should be the Nanke harvesting the lives of those people on the mountain road.
Suddenly, the sound of squashing disappeared, and the screams gradually sloshed until quiet.
Zhu Ye also became quiet, turning around with some difficulty, looking at the starry sky very close to Xuefeng, and sighing.
If it weren't for greed towards Zhu Shadan, how could he come to such a deserted snowy ridge in his identity, and how would he encounter such a terrible enemy?
How many people have died because of a greedy word?
The ice and snow were trampled, or as if the dry leaves of the autumn were crushed, making a very crisp and nice sound.
With this voice, Vermillion's body and spirit relax, but his eyes gradually brighten.
Nanke walked up to him, his wings gently swaying behind him, with a slightly cold night breeze.
The Southern Cross sword has been separated and held by her hands. The sword is still bleeding. It should come from Ning Shiwei and those people.
Zhu Ye looked at her quietly, holding in his sleeves the most precious instruments of Peerless Sect.
Nanke made the sword.
Zhu Ye made a move.
On the snow peak illuminated by the stars, a dull and violent impact sounded.
More than ten bulges appeared on the thick snow slope, and it looked as if there were any monsters coming out of it.
The snow was lifted and danced continuously, obscuring the starlight, making the environment extremely dark, and only the occasional sword light would illuminate a corner.
Indistinctly, there was a piano sound faintly rising.
The world was suddenly quiet, and the wind and snow gradually subsided. Only the snow on the ridge still kept falling, making a rustling sound.
At the highest point of Xueling, Nanke's sword penetrated Zhu Ye's abdomen.
Zhu Ye did not look down, nor did she look at her, but looked somewhere in the distance.
The sword in the body was really cold, but the ethereal sound was even colder as if the piano sound was not real.
Cold reminded him of the story told by his uncle.
In that story, there is a magic city in the north of the snowfield, and the magic city is always shrouded in darkness.
It was like the night that gradually occupied his eyes at this time.
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Nan Ke brought Zhu Ye's body back to the mountain road.
There are blood and frozen frost on the mountain road, and hundreds of corpses are scattered on both sides.
The middle-aged scholar did not play the piano, but was eating something. There were half bodies at his feet. Looking at the official boots and the remaining armor style, it should be Ning Shiwei.
Nanke gave Zhu Ye's body to a middle-aged scholar.
Middle-aged scholar holding Zhu Ye with both hands, lowering his head to start eating.
It sounds like cat food and soup, like the sound of rubble.
Blood kept flowing from his fingers.
It didn't take long for Zhu Ye's body to disappear, leaving nothing left.
The night wind lifted the middle-aged scholar's placket, and he could see the abdomen bulge.
He closed his eyes and remained quiet for a long time, as if he was aftertaste, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
"It is worthy of Zhu Luo's nephew. Although the state is not good, it still has the meaning of a few months. It can be said that Xiaobu is much stronger than this general."
The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes and looked at the remnant of Ning Shiwei under his feet, revealing a look of disdain.
He took the snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. His movements were very elegant, and he walked towards the night in front of the mountain road.
Looking at the and terrifying picture of this scene, Nan Ke's expression did not change, and he moved forward with him.
With a clear voice, they came to the snow valley more than ten miles away.
The demon fighters who besieged Chen Changsheng were all wounded with swords and their right hands were discarded, but they were not dead.
When they saw middle-aged scholars and Nanke, they seemed to see real ghosts, and their faces became very pale.
Nanke glanced at them and said, "Go to death."
Several green blood bursts, and the figures like a floor fell heavily into the snow.
After hearing Nan Ke's words, the few powerful demon clan broke off without hesitation!
The garden in the snow valley has been turned into ruins, the misty spring lake has dried up into a big pit, the wooden bridge has broken into dozens, like a snake that has been snakes for hundreds of years, and the snow pavilion has no trace. The condensed ice beads shattered into a sky of flocs, which was a bit annoying.
Chen Changsheng and Chee stood opposite the lake, An Hua rescued the general from the rubble, and the two stood nervously in front of the stretcher.
Haidi stood in the lake, holding the weapon with the broken monument in his hand, as if it were the center of the world.
However, in his eyes, whether this world or the real vast world, the eternal center is the middle-aged scholar who has just arrived.
Nanke ignored him and said to Chen Changsheng: "I helped you solve a lot of trouble. You owe me a favor."
Squeak didn't know her, seeing the tone of her talk with Chen Changsheng, it was time to meet each other, and after looking at her for two moments, she suddenly woke up, and there was infinite alertness in her eyes.
"You are the peacock?"
Nanke's expression was dumbfounded and asked, "Do you know me?"
"Chen Changsheng mentioned you."
He squeaked three fingers and covered them between his eyes, and said, "You are too wide between your eyes, obviously sick."
Nanke thought for a while, not sure if he should be angry, and his eyes fell back to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng didn't look at her, his eyes were always on the middle-aged scholar.
The middle-aged scholar had attracted Haidi's full attention before he even appeared, and even made Haidi have infinite fear.
It can make Haidi fear this way. There will never be more than five people in the whole world.
Coincidentally, he had seen this middle-aged scholar back then, so he knew who the other party was.
The encounter was in Hanshan.
Tonight is still in Hanshan.
Although the two places are thousands of miles apart.
It's really coincidental, it's really bad.
He sighed.
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