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Unforgettable!

A crystal teardrop fell on the thin paper filled with divine light and disappeared.

The girl Xue Qiao's tears rolled down, the excited tears were crystal clear, she turned slowly and looked in the direction of the door, "Thank you, aunt."

The piece of [Bone-cut Divine Art] in front of me is a magical secret technique.

The girl Xueqiao doesn't know where her aunt Xue Feishuang got such a magical secret technique, but she knows very well---this is exactly what she needs most.

Dense characters flicker in the eyes of the girl Xue Qiao-----

"Bone-cutting magic technique, the technique of inheriting memory. According to legend, a powerful god in ancient times created the magic technique in order to reincarnate and reincarnate, and preserve the memory of the previous life.

The girl Xue Qiao looked at the characters and said softly, "With the power of the soul, imprint the memory in my heart into the bone marrow ------"

"Unforgettable, eternal, never forget."

"Bone-cutting magic, the process is like ten thousand ants devouring one's heart. Those who are not of great perseverance should not use it indiscriminately."

"No matter how hard it is, I ------ will definitely persevere." After the girl Xue Qiao engraved the method of [Bone-cutting Divine Art] in her heart, luck crushed the thin paper that shone with divine light and disappeared-- ----

Sitting cross-legged on the ice and snow floor, the girl Xue Qiao was trying to get lucky and started to practice [Bone Cutting Magic], when the door of the room was pushed open again ------

Zuo Shenwei Xue Feizhuo!

His face was stern, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge. The moment he stepped into the room, Xue Feizhuo's pupils couldn't help shrinking a little bit. Looking at the dense handwriting carved on the wall, Xue Feizhuo's eyes quickly wiped away. A burst of coolness -----

"How can the ancient gods be trapped by the seven emotions and six desires of mortals?" Xue Feizhuo said in a deep voice, "Xue Qiao, how many times have I told you, forget about that person---" As soon as the words fell, Xue Feizhuo Feizhuo waved his arm directly, and in an instant a gust of snow and sand was blown up, like a knife cutting, all the characters where he pointed were erased one after another------

"No -----" the girl Xue Qiao burst into tears, looking at Xue Feizhuo with pleading eyes.

"You are shouldering the important task of revitalizing the gods! How can you be child's play?" Xue Feizhuo said blankly, "The memory that shouldn't be there, let him disappear-----after the Snow God inheritance ceremony is over, you, then He is the king of our Snow God lineage!"

After finishing speaking, Xue Feizhuo turned and left the room------

The young girl Xue Qiao lowered her head, tears slid down her cheeks. After Xue Feizhuo's figure had completely disappeared, she raised her head slowly, wiped away the tears from her face, showed her face, and tried her best to show the smile in her heart. Snow God, I will always guard the eternal beauty in my heart ---"

Sitting cross-legged, [Bone-cut Divine Art] spread to my heart-----

This divine technique seems to completely engrave human memory into the bone marrow --- it is an extremely heaven-defying method, and it is --- an extremely painful process!

After a while, beads of sweat began to appear on the forehead of the young girl Xue Qiao, however, her figure remained steady all the time, guarding the clear light of the Lingtai, and imprinting her own memory in an orderly manner------

Unforgettable, unforgettable!

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"The relic world?"

In front of the Tongtian Bridge, a middle-aged man with an unremarkable face appeared --- it was Henry Zhang after disguise.With the lesson of the endless wind and sand world, Henry Zhang also chose to appear disguised this time, but the area around the Tongtian Bridge is calm and there is nothing unusual.

"This is really a world full of treasures------" Henry Zhang muttered to himself, but these treasures would not be of much interest to Henry Zhang.

The little dragon in Henry Zhang's arms waved his little arms excitedly at this time------

What surprised Henry Zhang was that Tongtianqiao only allowed one person to enter alone, but the little dragon could stay in his arms----all the rules in the realm of the gods seemed to have no effect on this little guy ------It's like a bug!

"Is it because he is a dragon? The rules of the gods have determined that he is my pet or something?" Henry Zhang didn't think too much, because he had already noticed Fang Ran's whereabouts, which was in a dense forest not far ahead ----- -

Whoosh!

The figure quickly flew into the dense forest, Fang Ran and Fang Zong were both there, when Henry Zhang appeared at an extremely fast speed, almost out of thin air, the two subconsciously looked vigilant -----

"It's me." Henry Zhang said immediately.

"Master?" Fang Zong looked at the strange middle-aged man in front of him in surprise.

"It's just a little disguise." After a while, Henry Zhang returned to his original appearance, and Fang Zong was even more amazed.

"By the way, master, we have inquired about the Snow God Mountain." Fang Zong said, "Sure enough, the Snow God returned to the throne. It is said that the original plan was to hold the Snow God Inheritance Ceremony in the next few days, but not long ago, Snow God Mountain suddenly announced the postponement, and the Snow God Inheritance Ceremony will officially begin in two months."

"Suddenly postponed?" Henry Zhang was taken aback.

"It is rumored that something happened to the inheritor of the Snow God ---" Fang Ran said in a deep voice, "But no one knows the specific reason."

Hearing this, Henry Zhang couldn't help tightening his heart, and said to himself, "I hope nothing will happen------"

At this moment, Fang Zong smiled, "Master, you asked my Seventh Grandpa to help you enter the Snow God Mountain Range. The person you want to meet is the Snow God inheritor, right?" It's a bit of a joke, in his opinion, the person the master is looking for must be prepared to find a way to bring back to Earth, how could it be the inheritor of the Snow God------

Henry Zhang responded, "What if I say yes?"

Fang Zong was stunned, and then said seriously, "No matter who it is, I only listen to what the master says."

Henry Zhang smiled slightly.

In any case, the postponement of the Snow God Inheritance Ceremony is a good thing for him -- at least he has enough time to prepare everything.

"How long does it take to get to the Snow God Mountain Range from here?" Henry Zhang asked.

"About ten days." Fang Ran took out a piece of paper in his hand, "This is a rough map of the No.12 realm of the gods."

Henry Zhang's eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

With Fang Ran and Fang Zong being so efficient, he saved himself a lot of worry --- Henry Zhang opened the map and took a look, and quickly found the location of the Snow God Mountain Range. , Surprisingly, I also saw four words ----- Wanjian Linghe!

Henry Zhang's pupils shook, "Wanjianling River passes through the Snow God Mountain Range?"

"Master, to be more precise—there is the source of the Wanjianling River!" Fang Zong pointed to the map and said, "This is about a thousand miles south of the core area of ​​the Snow God Mountain Range, and it still belongs to the Snow Mountain Range , However, within a radius of a hundred miles, this is a forbidden land! No grass grows, because of the existence of the Wanjianling River! Of course, the direction of the Wanjianling River is opposite to the core area of ​​the Snow God Mountain Range, so it will not affect In the Snow God Mountain Range, because of the source of the Ten Thousand Swords Spirit River, this area has become a natural barrier for the Snow God Mountain Range."

"That's just right." Henry Zhang clenched his fist slightly, and he could put the golden sword into the source of the Ten Thousand Swords Spirit River by the way. After seven or seventy-nine days, the golden sword sister can wake up --- count In terms of time, it is almost the same as the start of the Snow God Inheritance Ceremony------

Henry Zhang checked the map. Due to the special terrain at the source of the Wanjianling River, if you want to reach the Wanjianling River from the direction of the Xueshen Mountains, you must pass through the core area of ​​the Xueshen's line---now it is very time, these The place must be heavily guarded --- Henry Zhang doesn't want to alarm the guardians of the Snow God lineage so soon ---

There is another way to go to Wanjian Linghe -----

"We are divided into two groups." After pondering for a while, Henry Zhang said in a deep voice, "You rush to the Snow God Mountain Range first, and search for news------I have other important things to do."

Fang Ran and Fang Zong didn't ask much, and quickly bid farewell to Henry Zhang, and his figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest------

Henry Zhang had already memorized the terrain on the map and found the right direction. When he was about to set off, the little dragon in his arms babbled, "Hungry, hungry-----"

Henry Zhang, "------" This prodigal boy is too edible.

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In the depths of the Snow God Palace, outside the room formed by the glacier world, two golden immortals with strong spiritual bodies guarded loyally, and the atmosphere was silent.

In the room, Xue Feishuang and Xue Feizhuo looked dignified---in front of them, there was an ice sculpture---inside the ice sculpture, a calm and beautiful face------ --The girl Xue Qiao.

"What the hell happened to her?" Xue Feizhuo frowned tightly, obviously when he came to see Xue Qiao earlier, she was fine, why suddenly --- and precisely because of this, the Snow God inheritance The Grand Ceremony has to be postponed-------

She really succeeded ---

Xue Feishuang murmured silently in her heart, but her face was calm and colorless, "Xue Qiao is the inheritor of the blood of the Snow God, and all unpredictable changes are possible in her body --- in this case, the only way to wait and see It changes."

Xue Feizhuo didn't doubt Xue Feishuang, after observing the situation of the girl Xue Qiao for a while, he frowned and left the room----

"After 49 days, the ice and snow on your body will gradually melt. At that time, the memory will be deep-rooted. Perhaps, the inheritance of the Snow God ----- can't erase the obsession in your heart." Xue Feishuang whispered, " Little Joe, Auntie wishes you good luck---"

Inside the ice sculpture, Xue Qiao was still there.

God No.12 Realm, World of Ruins.With the passage of time, the number of geniuses gradually entering the world of relics is increasing ----- some are heading towards the Snow God Mountain Range, and some are scattered around, looking for their own opportunities.

There is only one place that no one cares about.

Smell the color change!

Ten Thousand Swords Spirit River!

God No. 12 Realm is where the source of the Wanjianling River is located. The closer you get to the source of the Wanjianling River, the more intense the chilling sword aura around you --- where the river reaches, not a single blade of grass grows.

Whoosh!

At this time, there was only one figure, who went against the road and embarked on a road that no one dared to walk on------

Ten days passed.

boom! boom! boom!

Henry Zhang is already close to the watershed of the Wanjianling River, and there are invisible and invisible sword attacks around him------

Running the method of [Chiyou body training], despite the sword energy blocking the cutting, Henry Zhang's figure went upstream, getting closer to the source of the Wanjian Linghe------

Speed ​​like lightning.

Suddenly, Henry Zhang's figure stopped, and a turbulent and murderous aura in front of him rushed towards him like crazy.

Directly ahead, a stone monument with a height of [-] meters was erected——

The murderous aura was released from the stone tablet, as if it was enough to crush everything.

On the stele, every word is murderous -----

"The source of all swords!"