Chapter 452 Ten Thousand Years of Snowstorm

Tianyuanzhou, Danta.

Ning Wuxie in the Immortal Saint Realm looked at the stunned Ning Chen and reached out to touch his head.

Just now, he and Xuan'er were finally able to tell him all the reasons.

Why did he want to fight the Immortal Saint Realm to death, why didn't he let him leave.

And what he and everyone else should do next.

Everything, from the beginning of all causes and effects to the dark and uncertain ending they were going to.

He had just heard Ning Chen's complaints. In fact, this was not the first time Ning Chen said this.

The young man had a fire in his heart. Of course, he understood that he was the same in the past. But due to the unspeakable secret, Ning Wuxie didn't want to tell Ning Chen and put too much pressure on the young man.

He can still live for a long time, he still has a future, even if the demon invades, he can survive with Bai Zhou and spend his life.

Now that he has finally reached the Immortal Saint Realm, it's time to do the unfinished business and fulfill his responsibilities. For his lover and for the world where future generations live.

It took him ten years to go from a celestial being to a celestial saint. He watched Ning Chen grow from a little brat to a handsome young man as tall as him.

Ning Chen opened his mouth slightly, staring at his father and mother in amazement, unable to speak.

"Let's go. You can't leave now even if you don't want to." Xuan'er said softly, touching Ning Chen's head and watching the tears pouring out of his eyes.

"Mo Xin, I ask you to send my son away, away from Lanyuan, to Junzi Mountain, where my old friend is."

Ning Wuxie looked at Mo Xin on the side. She had just learned the whole story and her expression was equally shocked.

"Okay..."

"Dad." Ning Chen called out.

Ning Wuxie punched him lightly in the chest and patted his shoulder, "I also want Bai Zhou to go with you, but your mother and I still need her, and there may be opportunities for her in Xuelongling."

"I'll go with you too!" the young man said excitedly.

Ning Wuxie smiled, "I have a more important task for you."

"What?"

"Survive."

Ning Chen was stunned.

Ning Wuxie waved at Mo Xin, she came over and pulled Ning Chen into the space channel, and the figure disappeared.

He turned around and looked at the people in front of him.

Wuyuan Zhenren, the peak of the heavenly immortal realm.

Youyoushan, the peak of the earthly immortal realm.

Yan Xiao, the peak of the earthly immortal realm.

Xiao Qiuxian, the middle stage of the human immortal realm.

Li Luobing, the early stage of the earthly immortal realm.

Bai Zhou, the peak of the heavenly immortal realm, she has not been able to find the remains of the divine beast in the past five years.

There is also Xuan'er, but she is not a combatant.

The above people will break into the Snow Dragon Ridge and face the net laid by Ye Qingxuan and the human sect.

"Ning Wuxie," Wuyuan Zhenren's throat moved, "Are you ready?"

Ning Wuxie nodded lightly with a blank expression.

In front of him, Youyoushan hugged his arms, his face gloomy, and the back of his hand clenched his arms with blue veins protruding. Xiao Qiuxian and Yan Xiao stood side by side, holding their hands tightly. Li Luobing put one hand on the sword at his waist and looked at Ning Wuxie closely.

Bai Zhou lowered her head, a little absent-minded, she was still thinking about Ning Chen who was taken away.

Everyone has something they cherish.

But now, all of this may be lost.

"Then let's go?" Wu Yuan looked at everyone and found that he was actually a little nervous.

"The changes in the world that promoted the Immortal Saint Realm may have been noticed by Ye Qingxuan."

"Okay."

"Wait a minute." Xuan'er, who was standing next to Ning Wuxie, suddenly said.

"Brother just finished his retreat, I want to shave him and bathe him..."

"Ah... that's naturally no problem." The atmosphere among the crowd suddenly relaxed a little, as if they had taken a breath, "Then everyone go and rest, and then we will meet here, within a day, it's okay."

Everyone dispersed, Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er flew back to their home in Tianyuanzhou.

Landing in front of the door, Xuan'er pushed the door open, without saying a word, quickly packed up her things, put out the wooden barrel, and poured in hot water.

Ning Wuxie walked into the room, and the wooden barrel was already filled with hot water, emitting steam.

Xuan'er stood beside her with her head down, her hands twisted in front of her.

Ning Wuxie did not speak, took off his clothes, soaked in the wooden barrel, and sighed comfortably.

Then Xuan'er reached in with her hands and rubbed him with a bath towel.

But Ning Wuxie was already in the realm of immortal saints, with clear flesh and blood and jade-like bones, how could he still be dirty?

Xuan'er's hands were rubbing around on his body, and it was unknown what she was touching.

"Shave me." Ning Wuxie said softly.

Xuan'er was stunned, took her hands away, took the razor, pressed Ning Wuxie's forehead, and shaved him.

Ning Wuxie's head lay on the edge of the barrel, looking at Xuan'er who was right above him. The cold razor passed over his face, and a tear suddenly hit Ning Wuxie's face.

"You're so cute when you cry." Ning Wuxie smiled and reached out to touch Xuan'er's face.

There were more tears, hitting Ning Wuxie's face and flowing into his eye sockets, making him look like he was crying too.

Xuan'er had a lot to say and a lot of thoughts, but at this moment, she couldn't say a word.

Now that things have come to this, there is nothing to say. They have come to this point.

She was really sad to see her ordinary and happy life being thrown into the dark vortex again.

"These ten years... are the happiest ten years of my past and present life."

Her throat rolled and her voice trembled.

"Me too."

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In the far north, there was frost and snow for thousands of miles, and the sky and the earth were all white.

Xuelong Ridge, still north of Hanming Mountain, is a truly desperate place. Except for the demons and barbarians, no life lives here.

Just past Hanming Mountain, there are still large coniferous forests in the north, which have grown here for tens of thousands of years.

But further north, it really becomes a white desert.

The extremely low temperature and precipitation, coupled with the plain terrain, make this place barren. Ordinary people can't tell the east, south, west, and north as long as they turn around in it, and there is white frost everywhere.

But on the monotonous and bleak wasteland, there stands a magnificent wonder.

The corpse of the dragon.

Unlike Tianming in Canglong City, he fell to the ground and looked back, as if he was fighting something.

Shuanglan's huge body naturally coiled, like a strong city made of bones, thousands of feet high. Even if the body is coiled, it covers an area of ​​100 miles.

There are no mountains in Xuelong Ridge, and the snow dragon itself is the mountain.

Her head is facing the center of her body, as if she is guarding the things she coiled inside.

In addition to the terrifying corpse of the dragon, the current Snow Dragon Ridge is also much more lively than before.

The troops of the Human Sect have also been stationed here for ten years.

A small town has appeared next to the dragon. Surrounding the dragon, the snow-white land is covered with complex and precise patterns. The disciples of the Human Sect are walking along the patterns to check whether the formation is intact.

The invisible protective shield covers the Snow Dragon Ridge. The large formation that can detect abnormal movements within a radius of thousands of miles is running all the time in the sky, and the spiritual stones consumed are incalculable.

Ye Qingxuan, dressed in green, floats in the air, watching the dragon that danced with the emperor for nine days ten thousand years ago, but now it is just a corpse.

Ten days ago, the sky and earth of the Lingwu Continent changed color, and a peerless strongman was born, and the qi was sensed in the Lanyuan Dynasty.

Ye Qingxuan immediately transferred all the disciples of the Human Sect here, but nearly half of them defected.

The Confucianists' secret slander of him and the Human Sect over the past ten years has finally paid off.

At present, there are only a few hundred disciples of the Human Sect in Xuelongling. They can only do some work to maintain the formation and then serve as cannon fodder.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were as deep as water.

Human Sect... Human Emperor?

Bullshit.

It's just an illusory title, with only responsibilities but no power.

He doesn't care.

In this battle, he has only one goal, to kill Ning Wuxie and snatch the daughter of the Heavenly Dao!

When he becomes the strongest in this world, even if the Human Sect is gone, he can rebuild it, and even if the world is dissatisfied, he can force them to kneel!

This is the real Human Emperor!

"Wuyuan... This is a duel between you and me..."

True Man Wuyuan is indeed amazing, and he entered the Immortal Saint Realm only three years later than himself.

But the three-year gap cannot be made up casually. He has been in the Immortal Saint Realm for a long time and is more familiar with this power.

Besides, his target is Ning Wuxie, and Wuyuan can't protect him!

Ye Qingxuan raised his lips and looked at the corpse of the snow dragon.

"When I become the emperor, I will definitely resurrect you. Then, I will let you dance with me..."

Qingyi turned and left in the air, but the corpse of the snow dragon remained silent, just like the past ten thousand years.

The white skull of the dragon still drooped, looking at the secret guarded in its body, which no one in the world knew. In the empty eye sockets, there was the wind and snow accumulated for ten thousand years.

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