Sky Dome Peak.

Snow falls from the sky like goose feathers, fluttering left and right in the wind.

Fall to the ground, fall to the tree, fall in every place in this Kunlun land, the Kunlun peaks, covered in silver.

Wearing a green robe, the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow, accompanied by the sound of wind and snow, slowly sounded on the top of this peak.

White hair, flying behind him.

Ten zhang in front of Xia Zhirou's tomb, Han Xiu's footsteps stopped.

Looking at this tombstone, in Han Xiu's eyes, it was as if there was a woman looking at him.

The woman was wearing a light blue light skirt, with a playful smile on her very good-looking face, and she was very happy.

'Han Mutou, you're finally here. ’

Han Xiu's body trembled violently.

After a hundred years, he heard this voice in his ears again, even if... It was his own auditory hallucination.

She, call herself wood.

She said that she was like a log, wooden, and she couldn't even laugh.

She said she just liked...

I just like myself, this dull wood.

With long white eyebrows and long white beards, they no longer had the demeanor of a hundred years ago, fluttering left and right, and Han Xiu's eyes instantly turned red.

"Rou'er, I've come to see you. ”

There seemed to be a thousand pounds hanging in his throat, and a word came out.

Han Xiu's footsteps stepped forward again, step by step, and walked to Xia Zhirou's tomb.

For the first time in 100 years...

He, came to her grave.

Face this tombstone, face it... Her tomb, confronting ... Her departure.

Looking at the three words 'Xia Zhirou' on this stone tablet, Han Xiu's hand trembled and lifted up, brushing the tombstone, and his body trembled violently.

A hundred years is fleeting.

However, that love, the love that has been hidden in my heart for a hundred years, has not diminished at all, but is constantly precipitating, constantly brewing, like wine, getting thicker and thicker, more and more intense...

A tear slipped from the corner of Han Xiu's eye.

This first cultivator of Yunshui, this immortal pavilion master, the lord of Kunlun Mountain, this monk who was regarded as a god-like existence by countless monks, shed tears.

This tear is like the gate of love.

When this gate opened, the love that had been brewed for a hundred years surged out, and it was in the belly and chest.

In Han Xiu's mind, the scenes of the past, Xia Zhirou's voice and smile, her adoring appearance, her admiration for her appearance, her angry appearance...

Her lost appearance, her desperate pain...

Scene after scene, circulation.

Tears fell uncontrollably.

This Yunshui first cultivator cried out loud, in front of Xia Zhirou's tomb, leaning on her tombstone, immersed in that memory, like a child, howling and crying!

This...

A hundred years of love that has been postponed, this love that has been separated forever.

People are gone, but love is eternal.

Behind the wooden house, Qin Feng and Yun Ling watched this scene and listened to Han Xiu's hysterical scream.

And the drunken maniac on the side just kept drinking, kept drinking, and didn't stop for a moment.

Qin Feng could see that the eyes of the drunken maniac were already extremely red.

Maybe...

That's love.

Attachment that goes deep into the bone marrow.

It will not change in the slightest with time, with space, with the replacement of everything in heaven and earth.

True love will only get deeper and deeper.

Even though yin and yang are separated.

Vertical and horizontal, the years have become the wind.

The wind and snow, on this day dome peak, roaring non-stop.

............

Immortal City, the Six Heads and Nine Branches, the Nine Great Families, and many first-class forces, all gathered in the Immortal City at this time, and they did not leave even after the Alliance.

After all, according to the end criteria of the alliance, it is necessary to elect the leader of the alliance, and then set up the Kyushu branch alliance and select the leader of the Kyushu branch alliance, so that it can be regarded as the end.

But now that the alliance leader has not even been chosen, these people will naturally not leave.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for someone to come.

The three of them must be together to start, and now there is only one last one, Qin Feng!

However, many people don't have much hope, and after the last meeting, they can basically confirm one thing.

The position of the leader of the alliance, in this opinion, must belong to Mo Xiong.

Everyone is not stupid, anyone can see the appearance, Dongfang Qing can't suppress Mo Xiong at all, and Monk Guangyuan will not compete for the position of the leader of this alliance.

Others, not to mention.

As for the person named Qin Feng...

It's not that these forces haven't inquired, but they really can't find any news, and they have never heard of this person in the Yunshui Realm, so it's really hard to make people hope.

What's more, this proposal for the three to compete for an alliance was also put forward by Mo Xiong.

In the eyes of these alliance forces, this three-person alliance, Mo Xiong's proposal is nothing more than a formality, so that Mo Xiong can become the leader of the alliance smoothly.

What they are thinking about now is how to tie up with Yusu Mountain, so that their family power can maintain their current status and interests in the next changes.

At first, only a small part of the forces switched to Hasu Mountain.

But when the night passed, someone suddenly discovered that those forces that were originally towards Penglai, and the Jiedan monks to which they belonged were actually disappearing silently, and dozens of them disappeared in one night!

This incident immediately caused panic!

The reason for this, where these monks have gone, as long as the IQ is still at a normal level, you can guess.

This is the hand under Mt. Hajuku!

Threat...

This is the threat of the red fruit!

But there is nothing that can be done about such a thing.

After all, even Penglai and Xiaozhao Temple didn't speak, and their forces didn't have that strength.

And after that, these forces couldn't sit still, and they ran to Yusu Mountain one after another.

The station of Mt. Yusu is almost 24 hours a day, and there is an endless stream of people coming and queuing up outside the door.

There are a total of one hundred and eight lofts, all of which belong to the Hajuku Mountain station.

The most central one, the top of the nine-story attic, Mo Xiong knees cross-legged on this attic, and around him, there are dozens of golden pills floating, all of which are dim in brilliance, or have been completely turned into stones.

Mo Xiong, finally inhaled suddenly, these golden pills emitted golden light, and the last vitality poured into his body, and then turned into powder and dispersed.

For a moment, Mo Xiong's vitality seemed to be vigorous.

But it was only a few breaths, like a leaky ball, and most of this rich vitality dissipated.

"Damn! Damn!!"

Mo Xiong clenched his fists tightly, feeling the Yuan Infant at the dantian that was constantly exuding death, and his teeth were itching, he had absorbed so many golden pills, but he only barely delayed his decay and death.

It's useless to hate no matter how much he hates, Ouyang Changyi is dead, what else can he do?!

"Shangzong. ”

At this moment, a voice asking for instructions sounded, but it came from nowhere.

"Say!"

Mo Xiong shouted angrily.

"Yes, yes, it's Shangzong!"

The man with the voice was clearly frightened.

"The news came, the head of the Qi family found Qin Feng in Kunlun Mountain, and he will come soon. ”

"Qin Feng...!"

When Mo Xiong heard this name, killing intent immediately appeared in his eyes!

He not only hated Ouyang Changyi, but also hated Qin Feng, it was this guy who allowed himself to swallow that pill without the slightest preparation!

"This sect will definitely crush you!"