Beauty's Devil Guard

Xiao Yi is surprised, but it doesn't show on his face. When the man in blue sees Xiao Yi looking at him madly, his blood red eyes suddenly forget to come over, and the snow around him rushes directly at Xiao Yi like a knife.

After staying in the death forest for so long, Xiao Yi knew how to deal with the danger, but just as Xiao Yi was preparing to avoid the sudden snowflakes, he found that he could not move.

His mind is clearly giving the order to escape, but his body is unable to move under a strong Weiya. He can only watch the soft but absolutely fatal snowflake floating towards him.

Because he couldn't move, even in the ice and snow, Xiao Yi was in a cold sweat, and the voice of the man in blue came from his ear: "just a friar, dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

What kind of people dare to call themselves the God? A bad idea flashed in Xiao Yi's mind. Is this strange looking man in blue the Changfeng, one of the five legendary gods in nameless mouth? But isn't that man dead? But in fact, the rumor is wrong, Changfeng has been living in this world?

The powerful Weiya is still increasing the pressure on Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi's eyes are red and his mind becomes heavy, unable to think any more.

Only in the heart of unwilling more and more obvious.

You're going to die here today?

No way! No! may not! I can't die here!

Ticking, ticking -

there are blood drops on the snow, dazzling white, cold blood, shocking on the ground, that is Xiao Yi's blood flowing out under the difficult struggle, and those tyrannical snowflakes, in the moment close to Xiao Yi's body, quickly melt into Xiao Yi's body, looking very gentle, but Xiao Yi can feel that they are decaying in his body Destruction, but they can not bring up a trace of resistance.

"Eh --" the cruel snowflakes in his body suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the charging snowflakes suddenly disappeared. Xiao Yi could feel that in a moment, the sword like snowflakes would destroy his heart.

The man in blue seems to have found something. He waved his right hand at will. The snowflakes flying around him fell like gravity. He frowned, looked at Xiao Yi, and looked at him: "you have the smell of that smelly Taoist."

The threat was relieved in an instant, and the pain that had been ignored just now spread all over the world. With a groan, he lost his strength and fell on the snow.

"Not bad, not bad perseverance." The man in blue looks at Xiao Yi falling to the ground and shakes his hands to bandage him. There is no sense of consciousness caused by Xiao Yi's tragedy. Instead, he looks at Xiao Yi with great interest like watching a play.

Xiao Yi It's OK. It's probably the same with all the experts in the world. He has to bear it first.

"Cough..." A mouthful of blood couldn't go down. Xiao Yi spat it out and wiped off the blood on his mouth. Xiao Yi looked at the man in blue and laughed, "are you the elder of God?"

Now, the man in blue doesn't tease Xiao Yi any more. When Xiao Yi says that name, his breath suddenly changes. Then, he looks at the snowy sky, and the complex emotions in his eyes can't be solved. He can only see the deep loneliness and desolation.

Changfeng murmured, "I can't think of anyone else remembering me."

God is Changfeng, the creator of Tiangong Hanci, one of the five gods.

In today's wilderness, there is no trace of the God. The friars are the lowest, followed by the walker and the power. The God is another legend above the power.

According to nameless, Changfeng is the most low-key of the five gods. On the one hand, there are not many people who can let Changfeng do it because of the blood in Tiangong Hanci. On the other hand, it is because the five gods themselves are not born all the year round and have been practicing all the time.

Later, with the disappearance of the five gods one after another, of course, there are more and more legends that the five gods can see the way of heaven and fly to heaven, so there are fewer and fewer legends about the five gods, and the legend of Changfeng is even less.

Now, Changfeng, the most low-key of the five gods in the legend, is standing in front of him.

At this time, because the wind around the convergence of the snowflakes, breath around the body also interest several convergence to go, it looks like an ordinary person.

But Xiao Yi can feel the unfathomable of Changfeng in front of him. Not only he, but anyone standing in front of Changfeng can feel the breath of this person.

At the beginning, you may not notice anything, but the next moment you will find that you have been surrounded, that is Changfeng's own world.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes and tried to recover his body, which was broken by Changfeng's slight move. He was afraid of Changfeng's ability against the sky, but at the same time he felt helpless for his weakness. The strong desire to become stronger became stronger and stronger in Xiao Yi's heart. When he became stronger, no one could hurt himself so casually.

Changfeng doesn't care about Xiaoyi, but let Xiaoyi recover. What Xiaoyi doesn't know is that Changfeng doesn't wake up for long. In jade, Changfeng falls into deep sleep most of the time, but the longer he sleeps, the more hatred he wakes up.Changfengshi's fingers are pressing on his temple, trying to control his murderous spirit. He goes to the white bone, and his eyes are twisted with hatred and joy. As early as many years ago, this man was killed by himself, and his own body is his own ashes. However, he keeps his body all the time, in order to remember the moment of shame.

The skills of "against the sky" circulate in the body several times. The soft and powerful Qi can repair the internal injuries in Xiao Yi's body. At the same time, it can also reduce the coldness in his flesh and blood. Xiao Yi is really relieved.

Now it seems that I did meet the creator of Tiangong cold thorn, but there is something wrong with the spirit of this creator. If there is something wrong, I will enter the violent and undifferentiated attack mode.

I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

The wound was almost healed. Xiao Yi practiced in situ for a while, and then woke up after letting Qi run in his body. As soon as I wake up, I see Changfeng piling up in front of the pile of bones. Even if I turn my back to Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi can feel Changfeng's mood fluctuates violently, because the snowflakes around Changfeng can almost be described as tyrannical. As long as I get close, I will be killed.