Chapter 810： I'm on a treasure hunt, the show is over

Top of Snow Mountain.

Snowflakes fluttered in the sky, snow piled up on the ground, the temperature around them plummeted, and people who were frozen felt cold all over.

Zhouheng's pulse slowed down, her body became weaker and weaker, her breathing was slow, and her eyes fell on her reluctantly.

The full head of white hair in the white snow in the sky almost merged with the snowflakes.

Zhou Heng cuddled with her, gently rubbing her lips with her calloused fingertips, "Yingying...don't cry..."

The gentle voice sounded, but the tears in Chu Yingying's eyes couldn't be restrained any longer, they kept falling, and the hot tears fell on the back of his hand.

She shook her head stubbornly, pouring the cultivation base in her body into his body, "I will save you, I will save you..."

A steady stream of strength couldn't mend the dilapidated body, Zhou Heng didn't stop her, her lips squirmed, trying to say something but couldn't say anything, and the corners of her mouth coughed up blood again.

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, the hand touching the corner of her lips drooped weakly, her body fell into the white snow, and the blood on the corner of her mouth was particularly dazzling in the white sky.

"A-Heng... A-Heng..."

Chu Yingying burst into tears.

She stretched out her hand to probe his breathing and pulse, her body was stiff, tears kept rolling down, and she hugged his cold body.

"Fool, fool, what a big fool without a cure..."

Zhouheng is gifted with extraordinary talent and has a profound cultivation base. If he hadn't met her, he would have ascended to the realm of the gods sooner or later and lived with the heaven and the earth forever.

Snowflakes are flying.

In the ice and snow, Chu Yingying hugged Zhouheng's icy body, her heart throbbing, and the feeling of depression spread throughout her body.

"I will save you."

She stopped crying, invoked the cultivation all over her body, and spit blood out of her mouth. She planned to go against the sky and use a forbidden technique to bring her back to life.

With the disappearance of the cultivation base, the body became more and more transparent, more and more blood was coughed up, and the red and white dress was poignant and sad.

"The way of heaven is above, I want to go against the sky, and use my lifelong cultivation as a boat to bring the dead back to life."

"After I die, I will not enter the cycle of reincarnation. I will dissipate all my qi, three souls and seven souls to protect the people of the world, and protect the people from being eroded by demons, wars, and displacement. May the world be prosperous and peaceful for a hundred years."

Chu Yingying chanted the incantation word by word, her voice solemn, spread all over the snow-capped mountains, and fell into the ears of the heavenly chasers who came from behind.

She looked at the man lying on the ground, and there seemed to be tenderness in her eyes that she didn't even notice herself.

The body dissipated, the three souls and seven spirits disappeared, and finally chose the same method as Qi Xuan, buried on the top of this snow-capped mountain.

The man lying in the snow still had white hair, but his chest heaved slightly.

His breathing recovered smoothly, his cultivation level rose slowly, and he entered the realm of gods without needing to cross the calamity.

The Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals behind him sighed and did not step forward to disturb Zhou Heng, who was about to wake up, and turned back to the heaven to return to life.

The unconscious man opened his eyes, his memory dissipated and he couldn't remember why he appeared on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

"..."

Holding his chest, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and a tear fell from his eyes, as if he had lost a treasure that he cherished so much.

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postscript.

Legend has it that there is a white-haired man on the top of the snow-capped mountain, whose cultivation is unfathomable and as gentle as jade.

He is known as the Snow God.

He will appear when people are lost in the vast snow-capped mountains, allowing them to walk out of the snow-capped mountains without incident.

Someone asked him why he was particularly happy with the snowy mountain and refused to leave. He always looked at the falling snowflakes with sad eyes and said that he had treasures lost in the snowy mountains, and he was hunting for treasures.

"Card! Stop!"

Cheng Du picked up the horn and called to stop.

"Woooooooo..."

The staff who had been restrained on the set cried emotionally and glared at the screenwriter with ferocity.

This is too cruel to actually write Chu Yingying to death, and Zhou Heng and Chu Yingying are too pitiful.