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Chapter 1209

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Only the extreme north of Dongling could be so cold.

It was even rarer than the Blazing Feather Mountain. Humans and beasts were forbidden here, and the environment was so harsh that it was extremely difficult for any living creature to survive!

Zhen Xiaoxiao raised his head and looked around. He could even feel the powerful sealing power that permeated between heaven and earth!

It was as if there was an invisible giant cage hidden outside the sky, separating this part of the world from reality.

"Where do you think this is?"

After bringing Zhen Xiaoxiao here, Lian Zi Zhuo finally put her down. His expression was solemn and sorrowful. He stood in the wind and gazed in the direction of the lone peak.

"Huan... Shan?" Swallowing his saliva, Zhen Xiaoxiao answered carefully.

No matter how stupid he was, he could guess what this place meant to Lian Zi Zhuo and Dongling.

"That's right, Huan Shan. Take another ten steps forward. "

Lian Zi Zhuo nodded lightly at Zhen Xiaoxiao, silently praising her intelligence.

Zhen Xiaoxiao looked at Lian Zi Zhuo's profile, his eyes questioning. Why... did he have to take ten steps forward?

Understanding what Zhen Xiaoxiao was confused about, Lian Zi Zhuo let out a long sigh.

"Another ten steps, and you will see... the shadow left behind that day. I will wait here for you to come back. Haven't you been questioning the meaning of the Fiendgod's inheritance? Words are no proof, seeing is believing. Go and check it yourself, don't say that I lied to you! "

The "day" that Lian Zi Zhuo spoke of.

It was the Huan Shan Blood Sacrifice.

He did not intend to relive the heart-wrenching pain.

On that day, he had lost two masters who were as close to him as his father. On that day, the world of Dongling also lost the backbone that supported this world.

So, the shadow was sealed here!

After a moment of silence, Zhen Xiaoxiao nodded at Lian Zi Zhuo, then strode forward. He was a little nervous. Although he had received Li Xue's inheritance, and his blade intent had been trained to the "delirious" state, but other than the glimpse he had seen of the young swordsman in the shadow gate. Zhen Xiaoxiao had never seen the true appearance of the venerable demonic cultivator of this world.

His emotions were extremely complicated.

It was as if he had been with his master day and night, often receiving the old man's careful guidance.

However, what he faced was not the death of his love in the sky above the Shadow Sect, but the scene of his true death in Dongling.

Watching Zhen Xiaoxiao's figure disappear into the black snowstorm, Lian Zi Zhuo sat quietly in the air and slowly closed his eyes.

At this place.

He had brought the other seven Blade Masters to take a look.

Only by facing this kind of dripping blood, fearlessness, and sacrifice could one understand the responsibilities one had to bear as the inheritors of the Fiendgods!

It took longer than Lian Zizhuo had imagined. Zhen Xiaoxiao stayed in the mountains for more than half a day before he slowly walked out.

She seemed to have been crying. There were dried tear stains on her cheeks.

But the look in his eyes was completely different from the previous seven!

Jiao Zimo's sword intent was firm, Shui Chengzhi's eyes were burning, Zhuo Yongsi was deep in thought, Leng Bo was in a daze, Cen Yuanqing was eager to try, Shi Cheng's saber energy was domineering, He Man's eyes were misty …

Except for Zhen Xiaoxiao.

She had restrained all her emotions, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Lian Zi Zhuo looked at Zhen Xiaoxiao's clear eyes and asked softly.

"Your answer?"

"Take me back to the War God Temple."

Zhen Xiaoxiao raised his chin and looked straight into Lian Zi Zhuo's eyes.

Although he was not a true cultivator of Dongling, and was not even born on the Waving Star, this place was no different from home. This world had the best memories of him and his second father. There were friends, teachers …

The old demon had given up his life for this world.

Influenced by this sacrifice, Zhen Xiaoxiao's heart was surging with hot blood.

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