Chapter 811： Fourth Generation: Flying Snow in June

Song Ning stood quietly in front of Leng Yuexiao. He looked at the smile on the corner of the woman ’s mouth. He always felt that the smile seemed familiar. He looked at the woman ’s arms slightly, as if he wanted to hold someone in his arms. It was frozen before opening his arms.

"The girl she loved in her lifetime must be a stick!" Song Ning took a sip and continued to practice.

He was worried every day, every time he opened his eyes, worried that the woman would wake up, and worried that her spells had not yet been practiced, the woman would wake up, and she would not survive here by then.

Time passed a little, until Song Ningcang was old, Leng Yuexiao was still standing on the spot, motionless, and not fully alive.

However, at this moment, in her heart, there was only a trace of the frozen part.

As long as this thread melts, she can live.

At this time, Leng Yuexiao already had some consciousness. She could see Song Ning. At first, she felt that the person in front of her was a little strange, but as the ice was slowly lifted, she found that Song Ning was in front of herself!

Time, constantly losing ...

Finally one day, Song Ning practiced it!

For the first time in the scorching flames, snow drifts!

When the snowflakes fell, Song Ning looked at the sky in surprise. At this time, he was already an old man. For a hundred years, he did not concentrate on practicing to improve the realm, but only practiced such a technique.

June Blizzard, June Blizzard ...

At this time, Song Ning suddenly realized that when Xiao Ke said that June was flying snow, then Leng Yuexiao woke up, and it must have been in June.

Song Ning happily ran out of the house and asked about the time at the market, and learned that it was now the end of May. He was happy like a child.

However, the sky is floating with blood, which is a disaster for the burning flames.

Many monks panicked and began to find out what was going on, but within a few days, people had discovered that a hundred years ago, a monk had crossed the cold line and found the technique of snowfall.

And the one who learned the technique of "snowfall" turned out to be their genius boy who burned the sky 100 years ago. The man who suddenly returned to the hidden forest 100 years ago went to practice the technique of "snowfall" It turned out to be a hundred years!

If it were these hundred years, how would he ascend the realm? The first genius boy who burned the flames, but wasted his time on the spell. The only explanation that could be explained was that this person was going to destroy the flames!

The monks began to frantically search for Song Ning, and Song Ning picked up Leng Yuexiao and began to hide from Tibet.

June, it's already June.

Every day Song Ning hopes that Leng Yuexiao can come alive, and every day hopes that Leng Yuexiao can open his eyes in front of him.

However, the time passed day by day, and by mid-June, he failed to wake up.

In the past 100 years, Song Ning has been cultivated without any improvement. With the passage of time, it has become more difficult to escape.

Among the burning days, June 23 is the hottest day of the year.

Another day is June 23rd.

On this day, Song Ning was hiding in a cave. He was worried that Leng Yuexiao could not be awakened by the sun in the cave, so he put Leng Yuexiao outside the cave, and he was quiet beside Leng Yuexiao Sitting.

As soon as the moon and the sun alternate, reaching the hottest day in the burning sky, Song Ning suddenly heard a footstep.

The sound of the footsteps hurried, and Song Ning increased his vigilance, but he hadn't waited for him to see who was coming. The master of the footsteps was already standing in front of Song Ning.

Song Ning was terrified and hurriedly blocked in front of Leng Yuexiao: "Who are you!"

Standing in front of Song Ning was an old man, who plucked his beard, frowned, and looked at Song Ning: "You ... will snow."

Song Ning tightened his mind and became more vigilant.

"If it snows on June 23rd, then the burning sun will be frozen, and all the burning monks will be frozen to death." The old man looked at Song Ning.

Song Ning's pupils contracted: "I don't understand what you mean."

The old man smiled slightly and didn't shoot Song Ning, but turned away. He walked, and his voice passed into Song Ning's ears: "All the monks who burned the sky will die, you are too heavy to kill, Will fall to hell, she can live, but you are going to die, is it worth it? "

Song Ning's body suddenly shuddered, and at this moment, it was dawn!

The scorching sun rises from the east, and it is the hottest day of the year, the hottest day is here!

Song Ning stared at Leng Yuexiao and found that the woman who had not moved for a hundred years suddenly moved, she already had a heartbeat, already had a pulse, already had all the living people have, but it was not until this day that she wake up.

Song Ning looked at the woman excitedly, as if she smiled, her every move could touch his heart.

I have practiced for a hundred years, prepared for a hundred years, and a hundred years.

For a hundred years of cultivation, the realm stopped, just for such a technique.

"One hundred years, one hundred years!" Song Ning shivered, exhausted all his strength, raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"drop……"

But just when he was halfway through, he suddenly felt that this peerless beauty was kissing between his lips. For 120 years, she had not died, and she had been counting every moment.

Song Ning's body suddenly froze. He seemed to feel everything he used to, and he seemed to recall it, but the memories seemed to be separated by window paper, and he couldn't figure it out anyway.

"No, that's it, then I leave quietly, you practice well, if there is an afterlife, we ..."

"Snowfall!"

After a hundred years of freezing, Leng Yuexiao ’s body has become a frosty physique, which is about to be melted by the scorching heat in the burning sky, but just half of her words, Song Ning pointed to the sky Exhausted the whole body.

The sky, snowfall.

It snowed in June, and the sky was frozen. As the snowflakes fell, the fiery sky turned into a silver-white world. The monks died because of freezing.

Song Ning also exhausted all spiritual power because of using this technique. Cultivation, which has not been refined for a century, has now reached the limit of life.

Leng Yuexiao flicked weakly, kneeling down in front of Song Ning.

She froze for 120 years. In return, is this the end?

The 120 years of ice assimilation, and the tears she fell also became ice beads. When Song Ning died in her arms, the tears in that place became ice beads in one place. The ground was bouncing, and finally I didn't know where to fall.

For her, he was a hundred years.

She was frozen for 100 years for him.

When it was time to meet, it was time to leave again.

The ninth love, the fourth, is still unsuccessful, and the world is full of emotions.

【Author's Digression】: 4/5