In the snowy col, Nangong Jiao'er was still pacing forward slowly, I don't know if this col has another mystery, or because she is walking too slowly, this road seems to never end.

It stands to reason that a body without the protection of Zhenyuan should have collapsed in such a terrifying environment, but Nangong Jiao'er did not, and even she herself forgot what was supporting her forward.

Now she is no longer the peerless beauty, her hair is covered with ice and snow and has lost her former beauty, the bruises on her body that were beaten earlier have deteriorated into cracked chilblains in the cold weather, the pus sticks to the plain prison uniform and is frozen together, and her white face is full of scabs from frozen blood, at this time, no matter how delicate her facial features are, she can't reveal the slightest beauty, some are just a person who has not died for a long time, and a trace of vitality that has never disappeared may be the only "gift" of this hell.

"Click......" There was a sound of debris under her feet, and the delirious Nangong Jiao'er looked down, it turned out that the ground here was full of ice slag, and as a sinner, she naturally had no shoes and socks to use, so the result of stepping on the ice slag barefoot was that the broken ice slag pierced directly into her feet, but it should be said that it was fortunate or unfortunate, in such an environment, her feet had long been frozen to bruise and lost consciousness, and even the skin was punctured by the ice slag and there was no blood flowing out.

“…… These feet are useless. Looking at his unconscious feet, a thought suddenly flashed through Nangong Jiao'er's mind, and instead of pain, a smile appeared, but unfortunately there was no expression on his frozen face, just like then, "It is indeed a suitable place for sinners." ”

She naturally understood that the culprit of everything was Wang Ji, and Xue Lan was actually no different from the dagger in her hand at the beginning, she had no choice at all, even if she stabbed the person she loved the most, she couldn't resist. But Xue Lan is not a dagger after all, if she could have worked harder in cultivation at the beginning, if she had been more careful at the beginning, would she have been able to help Wang Jun more, would the result be different between her and Wang Jun? But the sin has been done, and everything is just an excuse.

After a while, Nangong Jiao'er tried to continue walking, but unfortunately the ground was full of ice slag, and she could only pace forward with difficulty, and she fell down because of unsteady standing before she could take two steps. As a result, more ice slag pierced into the skin, and even made intimate contact with the bones, Rao is Nangong Jiao'er's five senses were much duller at this time, but the pain of cutting flesh and bones still made her face distort.

"Huh... Ha ......" Nangong Jiao'er panted weakly, trying to get up from the ground, but his hands and feet had begun to disobey the call, "Is this the end...... That's it. Painting saint seniors, are you there? ”

As soon as Nangong Jiao'er's words came out, all the snow in the sky suddenly stopped in the air, as if the whole world had been spelled at this moment!

However, Nangong Jiao'er was not the slightest surprised, in a trance, she heard footsteps, and as the footsteps got closer and closer, her mind gradually cleared.

"How? Ready to go out? Tuoran Daoren's voice came slowly, and his tone was as leisurely as ever.

Nangong Jiao'er wanted to laugh but couldn't, so she had to answer slowly: "...... Should I call you King Yama, or should I call you a painter? ”

"Both." Tuoran Daoist chuckled and said, "Whether it is Yama or a painting saint, they are just a bitter ghost in this hell. ”

"Hell is bitter, but it's not as tormented as the world." Nangong Jiao'er replied.

"So your answer is?" Tuoran Daoist said.

"Illusion blinds the eyes and blinds the mind, but my heart is true."

"What you are asking for?"

"Seek truth in fiction. The sky is empty, the earth is empty, people are empty, only my heart is true, the feelings are directional, and the pen is falling. ”

The moment the words came out, the ice and snow melted, the sky and the earth began to clear, and Nangong Jiao'er's injuries slowly recovered!

Tuoran Taoist stood in place, constantly muttering: "Only my heart is true? Is it true that only the heart is true? Only the heart is true...... Hahahaha, I want to paint the truth of heaven and earth, but what you want is the truth of your own heart, interesting! Interesting! ”

In a few breaths, Nangong Jiao'er had already recovered as before, and even her clothes had changed back to her original appearance, she slowly stood up and bowed slightly to Tuoran Daoren, she knew that Tuoran Daoist accepted her answer.

Tuoran Daoist looked at Nangong Jiao'er with appreciation, and said slowly: "I sought the truth of heaven and earth, but in the end, I was intimidated by the power of heaven and earth, and finally hated the Tao. Nowadays, although the same way is to seek truth, but your path is different from mine, I hope that you can live up to my ambition and live up to my way. ”

"The younger generation doesn't know how far they can go on this road, but the younger generation's desire to seek the Tao is true, and the seniors can learn from it." Nangong Jiao'er replied seriously.

Tuoran Daoist bowed slightly, and then waved his big sleeves, only to see that the entire world began to shrink rapidly. Nangong Jiao'er watched with a little surprise as countless scenes flew into the hands of the Tuoran Dao people from afar, tongue pulling hell, scissors hell, and iron tree hell...... Pieces of terrifying heaven and earth flashed in front of her eyes, and then it was as if a layer of white picture scrolls had been torn apart, and Nangong Jiao'er suddenly found that she was back in the body sitting in the underworld, and Tuoran Daoist was standing in front of her with an eighteen-layer hell scroll.

Nangong Jiao'er came back to her senses and hurriedly stood up from the ground, but the array flags around her body caught her attention, "This is?" ”

Tuoran Daoist looked at Nangong Jiao'er and said, "You still don't accept the painting?" ”

"Yes, apprentices visit the master." Nangong Jiao'er hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down to take the hell scroll in the hands of the Tuoran Daoist, this scroll is not only the last level of the test, but also the hard work of the Tuoran Daoist, and the mystery of the avenue is all in it.

"Hmm." The moment the scroll was handed out, the figure of Tuoran Daoist gradually became blurred, as if the ink was half soaked with water, but he still nodded with satisfaction, and then laughed, "Although hell is bitter, it is not as good as the human world. Speaking of which, you have a relationship with that descendant. ”

Nangong Jiao'er was slightly stunned, and then looked around, only to see Fang Zhengqing sitting on the side with a stupid face, looking at himself and Tuoran Daoren, but there was no trace of Feng Yun.

So she hurriedly asked, "May I ask Master, he?" "The Hell Scroll is already in his hands, if Feng Yun enters the Scroll, he should be pushed out at this time, since there is none, then ......

Tuoran Daoist seemed to see her thoughts and nodded: "He went out to help you resist the people coming outside, you should go quickly." With that, he pointed towards the door of the main hall, but his wish, a wisp of his remnant soul began to dissipate, and there was no longer enough strength to transfer Nangong Jiao'er and the two to the outside of the mountain, so they could only rely on their own to return the same way.

Nangong Jiao'er was anxious and didn't say much, bowed deeply to Tuoran, and then put away the array flag on the ground and rushed towards the outside of the hall. Fang Zhengqing, who was behind, was stunned for a while, and hurriedly followed Nangong Jiao'er and ran outside.

In the end, only Tuoran Daoist was left floating in place, looking at the back of Nangong Jiao'er leaving, and smiled slowly: "Only my heart is true, the sky is unmoving...... As the words fell, a generation of painting saints also completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

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The dull sound of breaking wind came, Feng Yun couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly withdrew to dodge, but Duan Kangyuan's stick not only used all his strength, the momentum sank, and the speed was like a meteor falling to the ground, although Feng Yun reacted, he still couldn't dodge!

"Click-" The bones screamed for a moment before they were covered by Feng Yun's muffled snort in pain, and a stick smashed down, instantly shattering the body protection treasure light that Feng Yun was holding, and then landed on his left shoulder! In an instant, Feng Yun's entire left shoulder and collarbone were all broken and sunken, if he hadn't taken the initiative to unload the force downward, and his body bones were strong enough, otherwise this stick would have directly hurt his heart!

Feng Yun's entire left arm drooped weakly, almost losing consciousness the moment the treasure stick fell, the broken bones pierced the skin, and the blood soaked the clothes into crimson, Feng Yun clenched his teeth and endured the pain, and then turned in the air to stabilize his body.

Duan Kangyuan saw that he missed with a stick and failed to take Feng Yun's life, even if he was planning to escape, although he was angry in his heart, but Feng Yun's previous strength gave him too deep an impression.

However, how could Feng Yun give him this opportunity, the heartless mantra in the spirit platform flickered, and Duan Kangyuan saw the colorful light looming in Feng Yun's eyes, and his retreating body suddenly froze.

"Damn bastard! How dare you make Lao Tzu lose a hand! Duan Kangyuan's previous fear vanished in an instant, and the anger of his broken arm burned in his heart. If the broken arm is still there, he can still try to connect it, but his left arm has been burned to charcoal by lightning, where to pick it up, as a Qi refining cultivator, he must at least cultivate to the Creation Habitat Realm before it is possible to be reborn with a broken limb, but for him, this is almost impossible.

"My hands!" Duan Kangyuan stopped his retreating body and roared angrily towards Feng Yun again. I saw that between Feng Yun's chest and abdomen, a white light loomed, and then the electric snake flashed at the corner of his mouth, "Boom-"

The moment the thunder appeared, Duan Kangyuan seemed to have regained his senses, his angry face immediately became stunned and frightened, and without thinking about it, he threw away the treasure stick in his hand and touched it towards his waist. Just before the thunder dragon came, a brown treasure light suddenly appeared and wrapped Duan Kangyuan. Duan Kangyuan didn't come to attack Feng Yun without any preparation, but it was a pity that he still underestimated Feng Yun.

This scene naturally did not escape Feng Yun's divine sense, after the Five Elements Thunder Technique was cast, he slashed out with his knife without thinking about it, and the cold mang's sword qi flew out in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up with a white light that burst out of the thunder light.

"Ahh Seeing that the talisman magic weapon could not hold on, he decisively abandoned his body, and wanted to escape with the Yuan Baby, as long as he kept the Yuan Baby, he would have the opportunity to be reborn, although the hidden danger was great, but it was better than the soul flying, but Feng Yun would not allow him to escape a second time in his hands.

After slaying Duan Kang Yuanyuan's infant soul, Feng Yun didn't have time to take a breath before he heard a string sound trembling! In an instant, Feng Yun's hairs stood on end, and while he flashed sharply, he dropped the long knife in his hand and immediately used his strongest defensive move, Yuanyin Flying Waterfall!

Almost at the moment when the cold air gushed out, a silver light had already pierced through the body!

"Poof!" The silver light passed through Feng Yun's right waist, not only taking away a large amount of flesh and blood, but also leaving countless sharp golden qi to destroy his body, this arrow injured his internal organs, and immediately made him surge against the blood. But this is already a blessing in misfortune, because there is more than one arrow shot, only the first arrow penetrates the defense of the Yuanyin Waterfall that has not yet been deployed, if a few more arrows are hit, Feng Yun's life may have been explained.

"Don't hurry up yet! That bastard has been badly injured! Whoever can kill him, I will make him the next master! Pure Void Son yelled at the Silver Tiger Sect disciple in the distance. In the short time that Feng Yun was doppelgänger by Duan Kangyuan, he had already returned to his body unconsciously, but his first reaction was not to rescue Duan Kangyuan who was in his emergency, but to quickly distance himself from Feng Yun, and after tasting the weirdness of the Heartless Mantra, he resolutely stopped approaching Feng Yun.

Feng Yun maintained the Yuanyin Waterfall and turned around, only to see the pure void standing in the distance with a golden bow, seeing Feng Yun's opinion, he didn't want to draw the bow and shoot again!

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