Fu Canglu

Chapter 393
The edge of the Western Regions.

There is a thin figure walking in the snow field.

This is a very young man, his robes are a bit worn out, blown by the wind and snow, his color is like white bones.

His face was a little pale, and there was a bleak charm between his brows. Pieces of snowflakes stuck between his brows, between his hair, and on his cheeks. They didn't melt, but just piled one on top of the other, as thin as cotton wool, It looks even more miserable.

Miserable is not an appropriate description.

It is indifference.

This man didn't care how many snowflakes would stick to his body, on his robe, on his cheeks, between his eyebrows and hair, so he didn't even bother to use his vitality to melt these snowflakes.

Because his vitality is very precious.

And the snow falling on him will not hinder his walking speed, so there is no need for him to waste any vitality.

So he was completely white.

So he looked a little embarrassed.

Just like the white-robed fairy who was supposed to look like a fairy, now he looks like a down-and-out seeker.

Anyone who is covered in heavy snow and walks slowly will not look like a real great practitioner.

But this man is different.

He is Dongjun.

Wang Xuezhai took a step forward with his left foot, without the slightest pause.

The right foot then stepped on the snow.

Although his pace was slow, he was extremely steady. He was moving in one direction. In front of him was the boundless snowfield of the Western Regions. Behind him were a series of footprints that were too late to be covered by the heavy snow, forming a straight line.

And at the very end of that straight line, there was a cloud of blood-red mist.

Can not disperse.

Dongjun carried a long and narrow white piano case on his back.

Unlike his bone robe covered in heavy snow, this violin case was well protected by Dongjun, and there was no trace of snow falling from the beginning to the end. The falling snowflakes were blocked by Dongjun's vitality long before they fell outside the violin case. open.

There are many monsters in the Western Regions.

Therefore, even the extremely powerful immortal masters in the Pingyao Division will definitely organize their own team when they travel to the Western Regions to perform missions.

Going to the Western Regions alone is equivalent to entering the grave buried by the Yaozu.

Dongjun's face was indifferent, and he stopped.

There is a train team in the distance, neither fast nor slow, slowly coming from the horizon of the distant snow field, following the wind and snow, the sound of horseshoes stepping on the heavy snow, from far to near.

The owner of the carriage saw the young bone-robed man standing in the snow.

There will be no warm-hearted Jiang Hu people in the Western Regions.

Because those people are already dead.

Therefore, the convoy with the name "Xuanzi No. [-]" printed on the carriages just glanced at it from a distance, and without sending a glance, they changed the direction again, circled a huge circle, and deliberately avoided standing in front of the snowfield. The man in the bone robe.

The leader of the convoy looked indifferent, with a hint of fear lurking in his pupils.

He was driving the carriage gently and skillfully from an extremely long distance, and the convoy was full of characters who had wandered in the rivers and lakes for a long time.

From the beginning to the end, no one person has made a different voice.

Because everyone in this train team understands a truth.

"Since ancient times, where there are extremes, there must be demons."

This man standing in the snow.

He just stood there with his lips pursed slightly, without moving a muscle, his strange white bone Taoist robe fluttered with the heavy snow and wind, and his long hair danced along with it. In terms of posture alone, he was like an exiled immortal walking out of a splashed ink painting, but he didn't utter a single word. Sound, if you don't see such a person and the footprints behind him with your own eyes, but only judge it from "hearing"
There must be no way to find this man.

Because he was too quiet.

It was so quiet that there was not even the sound of Taoist robes flapping, nor the sound of long hair fluttering.

It's an ultimate quietness.

All the sounds were controlled by him within a very narrow range.

The Xuanzi No. [-] convoy passed the man in the white bone robe and immediately accelerated.

Fortunately, the man didn't seem to want to stop the convoy.

Just like that, he left the man in the bone robe smoothly.

In a few moments.

The leader of the convoy narrowed his eyes.

He smelled blood.

Everyone in the convoy smelled the bloody breath.

It wasn't strong before.

The more the convoy headed towards their own route back to North Gusu Road, the more bloody the smell became.

On the snowy ground, there is a row of shallow footprints, connected into a straight line.

Then go ten miles.

The wind seems to have changed.

Someone raised his head in doubt, and a piece of red snow flew over in front of him.

One piece of red snow, two pieces and three pieces.

more and more.

Flying over from a certain direction, the flakes are connected into flocs.

What came along with Hongxue was a bloody smell that was dozens of times stronger than before. It suddenly penetrated from the mouth and nose, piercing into the lungs together with the cold wind.

stench.

Someone vomited.

Then one after another, the sound of vomiting came out one after another.

The leader of the Xuanzi No. [-] convoy shrank his pupils and struggled to suppress the strong feeling of vomiting in his throat. His lower abdomen twitched, but seeing the scene in front of him, he still couldn't help but jumped out of the car and squatted in the snow to vomit. up.

The two footprints in the distance step out one by one.

The depth is the same, and the pit is white and flawless.

It was the footprint left by that extremely quiet man in the bone robe just now.

The distance around the footprint can be three feet.

From far away, one could see a piece of scarlet, rising in the air, the wind and snow could not blow away, the snowflakes flew past the rising scarlet, and became sticky with blood, turning into countless red snow.

There is a demon's breath in the distance, and there is also a human's breath.

They were all chopped into pieces.

The man walked all the way.

All the creatures blocking the way were cut into thousands of pieces by invisible things, and finally could not be dispersed, turning into blood mist.

Most of them are monsters, with soaring monster aura and full of blood.

There is even the aura of a ninth-rank great demon!
The leader of the Xuanzi No. [-] convoy leaned hard on the carriage, covering his mouth and nose, not wanting to breathe in the increasingly pungent demonic and bloody aura in the air.

In the distance on the snowy ground, there was a head, blown by the strong wind, rolled and rolled to the front of the convoy.

It was a huge lion's head, and the widened eyes alone were already the size of a human head.

This monster of the ninth rank, who was placed at the top of the reward list by Ping Yaosi, has done a lot of evil on weekdays. Ping Yaosi has spent a lot of manpower and material resources, but still can't surrender and kill this big monster.

But at this moment, he could not rest in peace, his head was sliced ​​open by something extremely sharp.

The lion's demon body comparable to King Kong was crushed in the blood mist in the distance.

Strong wind blows, heavy snow blows.

The snowy field was filled with demonic aura, creating a bleak scene.

Dongjun pursed his lips slightly.

He walked out of the North Gusu Road, came to the Western Regions, and walked thirty miles.

Alone.

All the monsters blocking the way were cut up invisible by him with the "sound" way.

Every time he kills a person, every time he kills a demon, his vitality will be lost.

Ever since he was slashed by Yi Xiao and Wei Lingshan's "Great Yuan Qi Sword" outside the North Gusu Road, his realm fell to the bottom within a day.

That sword was too unreasonable, it forcibly swallowed his vitality and melted it.

There was a gloomy look on Dongjun's face, which was because of the great loss of vitality.

Fortunately, his "sound" method is extremely capable of killing, but it doesn't consume much vitality.

Along the way, killing those monsters has never lost a single bit of effort.

And those two people will only be worse than themselves.

At least in the case of exhaustion.

Dongjun thought that even if he was in a very bad state, as long as he could go to the Western Regions to find Yi Xiao, the two of them would not have any means of resistance when they lost their vitality, and they would not be able to escape again.

Dongjun took a light breath.

The "Spring Thunder" in the piano case has been providing me with the right direction.

From Jiangnan Road all the way to North Gusu Road, I never missed it.

Only now he stopped.

No more walking.

Dongjun slowly removed the Chunlei piano case, embraced it with both hands, and stood it up in front of him with difficulty, then leaned half of his body gently on the piano case.

He was really tired.

The weather is cloudy and sunny, and now it is "missing time". The house leaks and it rains all night, and the vitality is bleak, and the energy and spirit are the lowest since birth.

Even if he was suppressed by Beixian Li Changge back then, he was just full of anger, smashed the piano and walked away. He had never been truly physically tired like this moment.

The surrounding area is extremely quiet.

The heavy snow was still falling in pieces, and the castration was steady and continuous. Every snowflake fell on Dongjun's shoulders, and his hair seemed to add weight.

Dongjun closed his brows and eyes slightly, but he still didn't use his vitality to melt the snowflakes.

So the tiredness intensified.

It was clearly within the extremely quiet three-foot range, but there seemed to be some more sounds at this moment.

Like the sound of snowflakes dancing.

Soft and gentle.

So sleepy it's hard to say no.

Dongjun closed his eyes and listened carefully to the voice in his ear.

He closed his eyes and raised his head, "looked" into the distance, and said softly, "You seem to be waiting for me?"

In the heavy snow in the distance, someone smiled and hummed.

He whispered, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The man in the white bone robe frowned slightly.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and the sound of the swaying robes and the sound of heavy snow flying resumed.

The world is no longer quiet.

His "sound" domain disintegrated silently.

A voice whispered in his ear: "You are tired, tired, why not sleep for a while, and lend me all these."

This voice complied with his exercises and flowed in his blood.

Can't refuse.

Sweet as sweet.

Dongjun opened his eyes a little numbly.

It was a beautiful woman's face that had not aged for 100 years.

There is a "person" with icy muscles and bones, without a strand of hair, standing naked in the heavy snow.

There are nine huge tails on the back, which are slightly rolled up, like a barrier, blocking all the wind and snow.

The naked "woman" stretched out a hand, squeezed Dongjun's cheek with a blank expression in front of him, and then ruffles his hair, causing the snow to fly.

She smiled and rubbed the man into her arms, lowered her head, and looked fondly at this practitioner with perfect vocal aptitude, her spirit easily took advantage of the chaos and took over the body.

Nine tails slowly gathered.

shrink into a sphere.

A woman inside said faintly: "The moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows."

"The moon has cloudy days and full moons. People have joys and sorrows, but no parting and reunion."

The voice was cold.

"I've really been waiting for you for a long time."

The nine tails spread out.

With a charming expression, Dong Jun squatted down, patted the Chunlei piano case, which seemed to him all too familiar, repeatedly stroked and murmured.

"Very long time."

"Very long time."

(End of this chapter)