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His chest rose and fell. It was only after the long wait that he came to a realization. He was too confident that he had hidden himself too well. It was only now that he realized what he was going to do.

She gasped in his arms, her eyes filled with his aura.

He actually said he wanted to marry her!

It was not a deal that he had wanted to trade for, it was not a joke in the middle of the night.

Perhaps it was because this world of ice and snow was too desolating, or perhaps it was because her sick body was in pieces, causing him to feel pity for her in that moment.

But at this moment, when Qingning heard this, he actually did not have the slightest hint of revulsion.

"What a pity!" You can't leave here! "

After Feng Wuxue heard this, he slowly stood up from the ice, "This kind of words can only cause one's head to spin for a moment, it is a lie!"

She walked towards Qingning and Yue Yang step by step, her forehead filled with killing intent, "Only those who are dead can live together forever!"

Shui Mingyu stood behind her, and said with a slightly sour tone: "Senior Sister, just because you yourself didn't get the true love, you feel that he is just a fake, truly laughable!"

Upon hearing this, the killing intent in the former became even stronger, and she gave Shui Mingyu a heavy punch.

The latter sat cross-legged on the icy ground, dodging and continued, "Look at the others. When Senior Brother had a sliver of affection for you, a single strike from you would have you better than being frozen for a hundred years!"

Fu Liu stood at the side and added fuel to the fire: "The world is all an illusion, these two are just faking it for a moment. Everyone in this world is busy with wealth and fame, what is the use of these so-called love affairs?"

After experiencing such a huge consumption of energy, the ice-cold Qin Huo was no longer able to block Feng Wuxue's critical strike.

Although Qingning had obtained a huge amount of power, he was unable to use it. Most likely, he would only need to flick his finger to make the strike, and he would not be able to take it.

Using Feng Wuxue's hatred towards the relationship between a man and a woman to kill him, it was indeed an ingenious method to borrow a person's hand.

The ice door that was sealed layer by layer was just inches behind Qingning. Feng Wuxue's eyes were bloodshot as he concentrated on striking her head with his palm.

No matter if it was the fact that she was adamant about saving Qin Huo and had half of her hundred years of true qi being swept away by her, Feng Wuxue had no intention of letting her go.

"Don't worry about me."

Qin Huo whispered into his ear.

No matter how she tried to respond, she couldn't help but injure him. When she heard his words, her tightly clenched fist gradually loosened as she used all her strength to block.

The flames blended together, shattering the ice into pieces, and then fell down as the ice shattered inch by inch behind him.

Everyone saw that in front of the two people's high ice door, there was a white jade sculpture of ice facing the Snowflake Palace as it sat …

He was surrounded by half a breath of fresh air, but his handsome face could still be vaguely seen.

Qin Huo swayed his body, landing on his Cloud Boots that were three inches deep into the ice to stabilize his body. He held her tightly in his embrace as he handed over the Ink Hair Robe to her.

The fiery light fell beside the two of them like fireworks.

When Qingning looked into his eyes at this moment, it was as if time itself had stopped.

Only the person in front of them was capable of causing people to be stunned before their eyes, causing the sky to darken and the snow to fall.

There was a faint smile in his ear as he said, "If I had known that you would adore me like this, I would have tied you to my side even if it was so seductive!"

Her throat was suddenly filled with sweetness and she forcefully pressed it down, her lips slightly rising.

However, her phoenix eyes did not leave his appearance for even a moment. Neither of them were people who could easily form a heart.

Now that these words had come at such an inappropriate time, it was hard for people to resist.

What happened in the future was a blur. Only with the support of his bloodline, he could only listen attentively.

If...

If they could leave here alive, what reason would she have to say no?

With her heart in turmoil, she turned her attention back to the dangerous person.

"Senior apprentice-brother!"

Feng Wuxue suddenly shouted out loudly. It had been far too many years since she had uttered these two words.

The snow-white ice sculpture fell into her bloodshot eyes, instantly causing her to feel an incomparable amount of pain. Then, the people on the peak of the mountain staggered, unable to enter her eyes.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked over. This jade carving had …

Qin Huo whispered in his ear: "Yun Zhiheng!"

Her eyes were filled with incomparable astonishment. Her facial features were actually identical to the male protagonist of Feng Wuxue's illusion, which was that Yun Zhiheng, who was rumored to have ascended without a doubt three years ago.

A person who shouldn't have appeared here at all, yet was rather discordant.

The door of ice was right behind him. The snow blended together and the color of the ice was already the same as the color of ice. Clearly, the days had already passed.

Then, with an incomparably miserable appearance, he knelt in front of the jade carving and extended his hands to hold those almost transparent hands. He brought his face close and started crying like rain while saying those words.

In the past hundred years, the countless days of pain and hatred among the Xuan Bing had disappeared without a trace.

"Impossible, senior brother can't possibly be here!"

Shui Mingyu's face was warped, almost crawling with his hands, quickly reaching in front of the jade sculpture.

However, he collapsed on the ground before the second step, unable to struggle at all.

That person's appearance was still the same, without a trace of sadness or joy on his face. However, his eyes were still open as he passed through the sea of snow and ice cliffs, looking towards the direction where Feng Wuxue was sealed in ice.

At this moment, Shui Mingyu seemed to have suddenly understood something as he cried like a madman.

He pointed his wrinkled finger at Feng Wuxue and bellowed: "Feng Wuxue! It's all because of you! It's all because of you, senior brother. Why haven't you died even after senior brother died? "

A hundred years passed, and he woke up from his dream.

"If it were not for your wishful thinking, how could my senior brother and I have come to this point!" Feng Wuxue choked on her neck, "The one who deserves to die the most is you, but …"

She laughed mournfully, tightly hugging the jade sculpture that Yun Zhiheng sat on, the air around her suddenly surged, the flames that filled the sky flew about, sending everyone flying.

Countless cracks appeared on the peak of the icy mountain. A crack quietly appeared on the frozen gate that had been tightly shut for a hundred years.

Light golden sunlight shone through the door, blinding the human eye for a moment.

All that was left in front of them was this vast snow-white land. The giant block of ice beneath them was also melting at the same time. The area where everyone was at started to split apart bit by bit, gradually forming an isolated layer of ice.

The nine flowers have a treasure, and it is sealed in Snowflake Palace!

The world had been filled with rumors for a hundred years. There were many formations within Ice City and the Snowflake Palace was like entering the realm of ice and snow. Countless people had lost their lives here while exploring this place.

The ice door was several zhang away, and it opened wider and wider. The sunlight from the sky seemed to want to melt the falling snow.

Within the layers of illusions, the Nine Flower Sect Leader climbed ten thousand steps and asked this person with a face full of doubt:

Are there any things in this world that you can't bear to part with?

That person had been meditating in the sea of clouds for decades, muttering to himself irresolutely.

Then he said, "The will of this life is sealed within the ice and snow!"

If that was the case, it didn't matter whether the Flying Immortal reached the Dao. All living things desired to return with him at the moment when he was within reach.

All of the rumors regarding Snowflake Palace had been overturned at this moment, whether it was the Flying Immortal or something else.

Originally, he thought that Qin Huo personally witnessing Yun Zhiheng enter the Snowflake Palace was just a plan to slow him down in a moment of desperation. But today, he had actually seen countless prodigies, who had perished here, and countless feelings welled up in his heart.

After that, layers of shadows flew around, passing through Yun Zhiheng and Feng Wuxue who had been guarding each other for more than 10 years, the white clothed Hong Chang who was beneath the tree in the middle of the mountain.

The sound of the zither danced together. All was tranquil and good, and at that time, his appearance was magnificent.

When she was young, she asked under the moonlight with a smile, "If Senior Brother's greatest tribulation is me, what do you think?"

Yun Zhiheng's gaze became a bit warmer as her white clothes fluttered in the breeze. She remained silent.

In the years that followed, she had worked so hard just to follow his steps. She only wanted to soar with him one day, not drag down his stains.

Countless rays of light flew past, fixed at the Star Observation Platform under the myriad of stars on that day.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the wind, a trace of indescribable worry flashing across his usually emotionless face.

This was a person like him, a person with a clear and bright moon and a cool breeze. The result of the appearance of the trigram in the air was easily swept away by him.

At that time, he had said, "Everything is fated, so Junior Sister should face it with indifference!"

It was only now in the midst of this illusionary shadow that he could clearly see the few words that were scattered by the wind.

It was clearly written: For no reason at all. A hundred years from now, there will be two different types of Immortals and Fiendgods.