The blue and black sword light disappeared, and Changsun Qianxue's figure appeared in front of Fan Zhuo. ()

Seeing that the true energy had been completely frozen, but still committed suicide with the unknown secret technique of Yunshui Palace, Changsun Qianxue did not have any smug expression on her face, but instead she had a hint of confusion and sadness.

After all, it was Emperor Yuanwu's enemy, but now there is one less.

She hesitated for a moment, reached out to shake out several breaths and groped on Fan Zhuo's body, searched out all the things in Fan Zhuo's clothes, and did not look closely, and put them all into her sleeves.

In the next moment, countless invisible but real lines appeared in the world around her body at the same time. Streams of extremely ice-like energy were drawn out along these lines and quickly dissipated between the world.

All the azure colors disappeared.

The icicles collapsed and fell to the ground.

Changsun Qianxue's brows frowned deeply again.

She knew that at this time, the corner tower in the distance had already sensed the abnormality here, and that a practitioner should have arrived here.

But she is indeed not good at many things, such as destroying corpses.

She pondered for a few breaths and then made a decision.

A powerful energy of heaven and earth was released from her body, shaking all the broken ice cubes piled up into tiny ice subdues.

The strong wind circulates on the river surface, carrying the ice to fill all the caves.

But her body fell into the center of the broken carriage.

The true energy in her body should have been extremely cold, but as her face was slightly red, it was turned into an extremely hot stream by her.

In the next moment, countless scorching true energy gushed out with her body as the center, instantly igniting countless beating fire snakes.

The fire snake ignited all the shanty towns, especially a large number of fire snakes rolled on Fan Zhuo's body, and instantly ignited him into ashes, and then was blown away by the strong wind and drifted to somewhere.

Changsun Qianxue's body also faded away and disappeared under the cover of the raging flames.

After only a few dozen breaths, several practitioners in black shirts had already reached the fire scene where the embers had not been extinguished. Feeling some volatile rhythms remaining in the air here, the several practitioners all changed their faces. The practitioners led by the practitioner just raised their hands and a black smoke column rushed into the sky.

...

Changling is extremely large, from Wutong to Dafushui Prison. Although it is not far away on the map of Changling, even if it takes the shortest route, it takes more than half a day to go by the carriage that is familiar with.

I was delayed for a while in the Great Floating Water Prison, so on the way back to the fall of the sycamore tree, the sky was already dark.

Ding Ning closed his eyes, as if tired and sleepy, but in fact he was thinking about various possibilities.

At this time, the temporary small village composed of duck-raising shanty towns on the bank of the tributary of the Wei River had long since disappeared and turned into a scorched earth.

Dozens of officials in black-clothed Jiantiansi stood like nails, surrounding the area.

Suddenly, strange brilliance flashed in the eyes of dozens of solemn officials in black.

Several carriages drove into their sight, drove along the dirt path between the fields, and stopped outside the forest.

Although there was no wind or rain at this time, five of them walked out of several carriages still opened the black umbrella and covered their faces.

A woman in white and an old man in the shape of an old servant came around among the five black umbrellas.

The woman in white clothes is naturally the first night Ce Leng of the Superintendent of the Superintendent of the Superintendent. The old man who looks like an old servant beside her is Han Sanshi, the legendary six major worshipers of the Superintendent of the Superintendent.

In addition, the five iconic black umbrellas naturally represent the other five mysterious offerings of the Jiantiansi.

Ye Celen just made a gesture from afar. Dozens of the Supervisory Officers who had originally blocked this area suddenly flew out, pulling the blocked and surveillance area further away.

Ye Celen and Han Sanshi walked slowly in the scorched earth and finally stood in the place where Changsun Qianxue's carriage was broken.

The five black umbrellas were scattered, and they perceived the remaining breath very carefully, searching for every inch of land.

This process lasted for a long time, and waited for the sky to be completely dark. The priests of the Tianshi under the five black umbrellas exchanged views softly with Han Sanshi one by one. During this period, Ye Ce had just looked at some traces of burning calmly, and did not even listen to the conversation between them.

It was not until Han Sanshi walked to her side that she glanced at him and said, "How?"

Han Sanshi whispered: "It's her."

Ye Celeng continued to ask, "Is the opponent from Yunshui Palace?"

Han Sanshi nodded slightly and said, "It should be."

Ye Ce fell silent.

Han Sanshi also fell silent.

"Clear all traces we can perceive."

Ye Ce's cold face began to disappear in the darkness, and he could not see his emotions. His tone was low but extremely firm: "Don't record it on the record, don't know other departments."

Han Sanshi is the oldest entourage of Jiantiansi and the only candidate for Ye Ce Leng's overseas. He naturally knows more than anyone else the meaning of Ye Ce Leng's two sentences.

His hands were slightly cold and he asked softly: "I don't even know what the Chief Chen Jian?"

Ye Ce nodded coldly and said, "I don't know."

...

In the night, Ding Ning walked back to the wine shop.

Before this, he had already visited Xue Wangxu's courtyard and talked about the big floating prison with Xue Wangxu, Zhang Yi and Shen Yi.

The moment he entered the wine shop and brought it to the door, Changsun Qianxue's cold voice sounded in the dark: "You are right, I'm not good at many things."

Ding Ning, who was extremely familiar with Changsun Qianxue, suddenly paused and asked, "What happened?"

Changsun Qianxue said slowly: "I killed the Yunshui Palace cultivator. That man has a strong cultivation level, and it should be Fan Zhuo."

Hearing the word "kill", Ding Ning's body quickly became cold. When he heard the full sentence, he thought about whether he could work with Bai Shanshui to break the Great Floating Water Prison on the way back. He was so angry that his whole body trembled: "Since you have agreed to wait... why don't you wait!"

Changsun Qianxue was surprisingly unhappy and explained: "It's not that I'm impatient, it's just because he wants to kill Wang Taixu's subordinate. I don't want him to kill Wang Taixu's subordinate."

Hearing this explanation, Ding Ning's anger faded quickly, but the coldness in his body still made his body tremble slightly.

He took a deep breath, walked to Changsun Qianxue, and asked, "What will you do after killing Fan Zhuo?"

Changsun Qianxue didn't want to recall the scene at that time, frowned slightly, "I tried my best to eliminate the breath of the Nine Nether King Sword, and used the methods of Zhao Di Zhenhuo Palace to burn his body and everything around him."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and said, "What was your thoughts at that time?"

Changsun Qianxue said: "Even if you can't completely hide your breath of attack, at least you won't let others notice who I was killing."

"Your idea is correct." Ding Ning calmed down and said slowly: "But Fan Zhuo is not an ordinary practitioner. If you want to kill him, you must at least show the power close to the mid-grade level of the seventh level. Such power cannot be completely eliminated. Both the Jiantian Si or the Shendu Si can find it out."

Changsun Qianxue lowered her head slightly and said coldly: "So I admit that I am not good at a lot of things."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and said, "You can't blame you for this incident. Maybe borrowing this matter can let us see a person's true attitude."

Changsun Qianxue asked in confusion: "Who?"

Ding Ning looked at her and said, "Ye Ce Leng."

Changsun Qianxue's voice suddenly became slightly cold, and she said, "You're thinking too much."

Ding Ning did not refute, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

If he really thought too much, if Ye Celeng instead took advantage of Bai Shanshui's power and Bai Shanshui's revenge, he would never wait for the Minshan Sword Meeting to begin.

People like Bai Shanshui regard life as ants and will not have any scruples.

Who can hide the secret in the face of such a crazy killing?

If you can't wait for the Minshan Sword Club, even if you can enter Changling again in the future, will you still have the opportunity to enter the Minshan Sword Sect and get the opportunity to obtain the Succession of the God Art?

Thinking of Xue Taixu, Ding Ning's face felt a deep feeling of bitterness.

...

In the thick darkness, the river bank that was burned into scorched earth was even more like the Netherworld Ghost Realm.

A stream of water suddenly surged silently from the frozen river surface.

Wearing a white fox-wool coat, her skin is as white as a cream, and her appearance is as handsome as a gentle young man from a wealthy family. However, the white mountains and rivers, which exuded an indescribable aura that was difficult to describe in words, rose in the middle of the water flow.

The great rebellion of Yunshui Palace made countless people in the world frightened when they mentioned the name. Although he could feel clearly that there were still practitioners from the Qin Dynasty in the forest far outside, he didn't care.

He only needs a moment of time.

A crystal teardrop fell from his eyes, falling on the ice but disappeared silently.

But several drops of white water droplets slowly emerged from the ice surface under his feet.

Seeing these several drops of white water droplets, he was sure that the battle here was caused by Fan Zhuo, and he was also sure that Fan Zhuo had been killed.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, countless tiny drops of water oozing out of the charred ashes flew upwards.
Chapter completed!