"Old Wang!" Han Xiaotian slowly knelt down and pressed his hand to the blood gushing out of Wang Yu's heart.
He pressed hard on the bloody hole, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out.
Chen Yang hurriedly took out the recovery pill and handed it to Wang Yu's mouth.
Dead Language didn't open his mouth, but just shook his head.
He wanted to say why waste it, but his throat was filled with sticky blood and he couldn't speak at all.
"Take it!" Han Xiaotian shouted and put the pill to Wangyu's bloody mouth.
But he stubbornly kept his mouth shut, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.
"I want you to take it, you dare to die!" Han Xiaotian shouted.
Puff! Deathly spat out a mouthful of blood, wriggling his blood-soaked mouth: "It's useless, don't waste it... I, I can't do it anymore..."
There was a big hole in his chest and his heart was destroyed. How could he survive?
That's the Demon Lord, even if they join forces they may not be able to defeat him.
"I don't allow you to die, do you hear me? Especially if you die for me, I won't allow it!" Han Xiaotian shouted, his eyes were ferocious and red.
Dead Words laughed miserably: "I am willing to die for you."
"Shut up! You want it but I don't. How can you be so selfish!" Han Xiaotian said gritting his teeth.
"I know you are good to me, and I am willing to die for you..." Then, Wang Yu raised his eyes, which still had a glimmer of light, and looked at Chen Yang.
Seeing that he seemed to have something to say to him, Chen Yang immediately put his ear close to him.
"He, he's not a bad person," Wang Yu shook his head. "He doesn't have any bad intentions, he's just a little casual... You, you two can be friends..."
"What are you talking about? Who wants to be friends with him! You are my only friend. If you die, I will be the only one left. I, I never want to have any friends again. If you die, get out of here. Get out of my world forever!" Han Xiaotian's chest heaved violently as he roared.
Wang Yu smiled bitterly and slowly closed his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, Han Xiaotian suddenly stopped talking and became no longer excited. His face became extremely calm and composed.
He looked down at Dead Language's chest, where there was a large bloody hole. He raised his hand and touched it, his expression unusually calm.
Then he pried open Wangyu's mouth, put his fingers into the bloody mouth, touched for a moment, then retracted his bloody fingers, stood up, picked up Wangyu, walked behind a huge rock not far away, put Wangyu's body down, got a lot of snow from the side, covered him tightly, covered him up so that nothing was exposed, and then walked towards Chen Yang and the others.
He looked across the river and said calmly, "Let's go, it's getting late."
Chen Yang and Xue Qing said nothing, neither daring to ask nor talk about Wangyu's death.
Only the slight sound of feet stepping on the ice rang in my ears.
Chen Yang looked at the hazy mountain mist in the distance and suddenly thought, how would he react if the person who died was Xue Qing?
There are many crises here. Who can guarantee that those close to you will be safe?
He looked at Xue Qing, her pretty face filled with a hint of sadness.
He looked at Xiao Ling again. His snow-white hooves were walking briskly on the ice, and his big black eyes were clear, like the eyes of a human child, clean and simple.
Although it is just a beast, it is willing to die for Han Xiaotian just like Wang Yu was willing to die for him.
The further he walked, the heavier his steps became, and he was almost afraid that something like that would happen.
Taking a deep breath, he knew that if he let them stay, there would still be danger, so it would be better for them to stay together and advance and retreat together.
I just hope the treasures in this ancient relic will not disappoint him.
Gradually his eyes were filled with determination.
The snow-capped mountains shrouded in clouds and mist gradually revealed their true appearance before our eyes.
The snow-capped peaks are continuous and rise straight into the sky. The mountains are steep and the ice surface is flashing with cold light. The strong wind roars wildly in the mountains, blowing the snowflakes into violent dance.
The huge ice rocks stand abruptly, with strange and rugged shapes.
From time to time, snow blocks rolled down the snow slope, and the sound echoed in the silence.
Around the snow-capped mountains, the air seemed to be frozen, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.
"Chen Yang!" At this moment, Xue Qing stopped and looked not far away with a slightly solemn expression.
Not far away, there was a huge cave entrance facing them, and the cave was full of silver.
Soon, Chen Yang noticed that there was a huge amount of energy fluctuating at the entrance of the cave.
At this moment, Chen Yang's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of a question. He blurted out: "Brother Han, why would that demon cultivator want to kill you?"
Han Xiaotian shook his head: "I don't know."
"Wangyu is dead, why aren't you sad?" Chen Yang stared at him.
Along the way just now, he clearly felt that Han Xiaotian did not feel sad at all, which was why he asked.
Han Xiaotian turned his head to look at him and said calmly, "Because he is not dead yet."
Chen Yang frowned: "You don't seem like someone who refuses to admit the truth."
"The fact is that he is not dead." Han Xiaotian said seriously.
The playful smile on his face completely disappeared, which was really hard to get used to.
Chen Yang shook his head: "I don't understand."
Xue Qing thought for a moment and said, "If you want to keep the dead language alive, you have to find the Heart and Soul Secret Crystal.
"The Heart and Soul Secret Crystal is an ancient spiritual treasure. After refining, it can enhance one's cultivation, but it also has another use. It can parasitize a person's body and gradually replace that person's heart. In other words, a person without a heart is the best host for it, and it will be very willing to parasitize on that body."
Han Xiaotian glanced at Xue Qing and agreed with her.
"So there are secret soul crystals in this Ice Soul Wasteland?" Chen Yang asked.
Han Xiaotian stared at the hole emitting huge energy and said, "There must be!"
As he said this, he strode over.
At the entrance of the cave, he flew up, holding a small silver sword in his hand, and stabbed at the barrier with a swish!
The flames kept splashing and the small silver sword kept roaring, but the invisible energy fluctuations did not weaken at all.
Chen Yang saw bones emerging from the snow-covered area at the entrance of the cave.
At the entrance of the cave, Han Xiaotian was not discouraged at all. His eyes were extremely firm, his body became more agile, and his silver sword became more sharp.
Once, twice, three times, four times, he kept stabbing at the powerful energy.
"It's useless to do this. You can't break the barrier at all!" Xue Qing walked over and said loudly.
Han Xiaotian ignored it and continued to chop and stab with gritted teeth.
"We must find the center of the formation!" Xue Qing said again.
Han Xiaotian still ignored it.
Chen Yang had no choice but to step forward and say, "Listen to her. She is the Holy Maiden of the Xuankong National Array Abyss Holy Land!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Xiaotian's figure fell from mid-air.
His forehead was covered with sweat and his eyes were fixed on Xue Qing.
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