There were tears and blood in his eyes.

Her meridians were completely destroyed and she couldn't even move her fingers.

He could only watch helplessly as his inherited sword was casually divided up.

Can neither live nor die.

Her mouth moved slightly, as if she wanted to speak.

Rui Wudi stretched out his hand and pointed, and the sword intent that blocked her mouth and tongue meridians disappeared instantly.

“Please… please spare my life…”

At this moment, she was unable to live or die, and her heart was filled with endless regret.

Everything is cause and effect.

The cause of a small fire.

Zong Shen came back.

When Xue Wushuang saw that Zong Shen didn't answer, she felt hopeless.

The fire of hatred burns fiercely.

She gave a sad smile.

He suddenly opened his mouth.

An extremely strong chill came out of his mouth!

In an instant, the Qingtian Peak began to freeze, and frost began to spread along the Dianling Cliff.

This breath of cold air was completely different from the previous ice soul cold air. It was full of the laws of ice and the pressure of a god.

This is the innate coldness of the ancient ice god.

Even ordinary saints would be frozen.

However, the small beasts on the cliff remained fearless, as if this was not the terrifying cold air of the Ice God, but rather small snowflakes floating in the air.

"I didn't expect you still had a breath of the Ice God's aura."

Zong Shen turned his head.

He clasped his hands together against the spreading cold air.

Gather all the cold air together again.

It turned back into a small white ice ball.

He took the ball in his hand and played with it leisurely.

"This little thing is quite interesting. It would be nice to keep it for fun."

Xue Wushuang, lying on the ground, was stunned like a fool and did not react for a long time.

Looking at the scene in front of her, her heart collapsed.

In front of this young man who looked like an ordinary person, he couldn't even die together with him.