Chapter 444 Cultivating Immortals? Repair Magic?

"Although I created the snow all over the sky, but I can't practice it, if the whole world is full of snow rising all over the sky, the picture must be very beautiful. At that time, the demons in this world will no longer exist. I don’t know if I can see that scene, young man, I will give you the flying snow, I hope you will be luckier than me, and you can see the magnificent scene of flying snow in the sky.”

The old man's old, expectant voice seemed to ring out in Venerable Guiyuan's ears again.

The voice that excited and longed for him back then has now become a magical voice filling his ears, making him feel like he is insane.

He patted the rising snowflakes that flew out of her body, but the snowflakes scattered before his hands touched them.

This Mantianxue skill can purify the demons into snowflakes, and when the last snowflake disperses, those so-called demons will disappear and disappear.

Like the old man, he once thought that the scene of flying snow in the sky must be particularly beautiful.

But now, looking at this scene, he almost wants to go crazy!

"Xiaoge, Xiaoge!" He yelled frantically, with tears all over his face: "Xiaoge!"

He hugged her tightly and tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his own flesh and blood.

With a thought, ice cubes wrapped the two of them layer by layer.

His tears were even frozen on his face, but he didn't realize it.

He tried to ease her condition in this way.

His forehead was pressed against Yange's, trying to pour all his cultivation into her body.

However, it was of no use.

The person in his arms, in the blink of an eye, turned into snowflakes rising in the air and then dissipating.

There was nothing left in his hands, and even the blood that belonged to her on the ground turned into snowflakes that rose and dissipated.

"The last snowflake dissipated, and the demon disappeared!"

...

These words resounded in his sea of ​​consciousness over and over again, and he.

He stood where he was, still holding her in his arms, motionless.

It seemed that at this moment, he was the one who lost his soul.

But what is left now is just a body.

Time froze, and there seemed to be no change in the whole room.

The man standing in the room seemed to have turned into stone.

In the courtyard, the red plum trees bloom and fall, and the winter snow melts after flying all over the sky.

Sunrise and sunset, spring and winter come...

Repeatedly like this, I don't know how many years.

The man in the room finally moved.

His eyelashes trembled, but the tears did not flow from his eyes.

Slowly withdrew the hand that was still clasped, squatted down, picked up the clay doll left by her on the ground, held it in the palm of his hand carefully and looked at it.

It was a clay puppet, the likes of which had never been seen before.

She must have pinched it herself when she was a child.

He carefully wrapped the clay puppet in a veil, and placed it in his arms against his heart.

This is her, the only thing left to him.

He turned around and headed out the door.

Outside the house, the eyes are a snow-white world.

The snow piled up more than a foot thick, and the whole world seemed to be white.

His footsteps landed in the snow, one step at a time.

The red clothes were flying with the wind and snow.

The long road is long, Yu Yu walks alone!

His blush and the row of lonely footprints behind him were gradually enveloped by the wind and snow and seemed to melt into the world of white snow.

The wind and snow were so heavy, but there seemed to be her charming laughter in his ears.

"Sanlang, when I was young, I envied people who could cultivate immortality the most. In my dreams, I always thought about the beautiful pictures of those practitioners when they ascended to immortality. When Saburo ascended to immortality, it must be very beautiful..."

But Xiaoge, I can't do it!