Yun Mo was confused. He didn't know where he was, but only knew that he was in a place that made him feel very cold. There was a biting cold wind like a knife, a thousand-year-old snow that could cover his waist with one foot, and an endless demon head.

He dragged his extremely tired body and pushed away the wind and snow in front of him. The tip of the sword eroded by the demonic energy fell into the snow, making a hissing sound, melting the white snow into a shocking purple and black.

The Demon-Drinking Sword has killed too many demons and is contaminated with excessive demonic energy, so that this famous sword, which once ranked top ten on the famous sword list, has now become an unyielding demon.

Even he himself doesn't know whether he is a human being or not.

He once used a sword to stab the young generation of thousands of demons in the southern border into a transparent white-clothed sword immortal, but now he is wandering in a daze in the vast wind and snow in the northern region.

Back then, he witnessed his junior brother tragically dying in the hands of the sixth prince of the Demon Realm, with blood and tears flowing, and in an instant he was swallowed by the entangled inner demons of the past. Once, he could only watch the eldest brother helplessly to protect them, but now the younger brother is also tragically killed by the demon clan. The anger of new and old hatreds has been burned to nothing in just a short time. He never returned to Qingyun Mountain. He only relied on his instinctive hunting intuition, drinking the demon sword in his hand, and collided with the source of the world's demonic energy - the Northern Region.

Nowadays, under the seemingly eternal wind and snow outside the Northern Region, countless Kunlun people chewed them out of the demons with their passion. Nowadays, many unknown steles without words can be found in the snow piles deep in the waist.

In order to accurately grasp the every move of the demon army, the Immortal Dao Alliance sent a team of tens of thousands of elite monks outside the northern region.

These elite teams that were sprinkled into the vast wind and snow like beans, had only half the chance of survival. In order to commemorate the souls that had passed away, the teams that could retire without words built a stele without words next to the corpse. The words of digits in the world are the most sad because they were written by people in the world for people in the underworld, so they simply did not engrave them.

Every nameless monument buried deep in the snow means that there is a monk from the Immortal Dao League who has been buried here forever, while those monks from the Immortal Dao League who have died of the hands of the demon pioneers have no chance to leave a nameless monument.

He was slamming his back, and two bunches of blood spilled out from his back, falling into the snow, shocking.

It turned out that he was carrying a monk from the Immortal Dao League with his arms broken.

After looking carefully, I realized that the blood from the broken arm had just fallen into the snow and was covered by the heavy snow, so that I walked far away and could not see any blood.

Yun Mo, who has become a demon, has never been able to close his eyes since his junior brother's death. He has been killing the demons in the wind and snow for several years.

But now, he is really exhausted.

He slowly knelt in the snow, covering his face with a messy long distance, and the purple-black demonic aura spit out of his mouth dissolved into white snow. The monks of the Immortal Dao League, whose arms were broken, were not difficult to tell that they were from Kunlun. He rolled down from Yun Mo's back with difficulty, looked at Yun Mo who was breathing, and said bitterly: "I heard from other teams that the famous and powerful demon clan rebeled from the demon realm. When they saw those monsters and demon cultivators, they killed them. Regardless of whether they were injured or not, just kill them completely."

"I believed it before, but I didn't expect that I would run into it today. I didn't expect that the so-called top demon cultivator who rebeled from the Demon Realm was actually a master of our Immortal Dao Alliance. But judging from your appearance, you should have suffered a lot, right? At least it's only a lot more than us. The reason why I am willing to be a demon must be that I have your own hidden secret, right?"

"Now, everyone has a difficult sutra to recite."

"It's a pity that the brothers and sisters in my team all died at the hands of the demon vanguard guards, and I am the only one who survives. Otherwise, I can still let everyone know you. The world is so big, there will definitely be a way to relieve you from being possessed by the demon."

It seemed that he knew that he was destined to be unable to return to Jiayuguan alive. The Kunlun monk opened his mouth and sucked the cold air. He didn't like to talk much before, and he seemed to want to finish everything he hadn't finished in his life.

As he spoke, the Kunlun monk shed tears of homesickness on his cheek.

Yun Mo's hanging head suddenly twisted backwards, and the Kunlun monks soon noticed something. Their divine thoughts had clearly captured the pursuit of the demon-crawler guards who were indifferent to the ghosts behind. Yun Mo's arms moved slightly and he picked up the Demon-Drinking Sword, but he could not move for a while when the oil was exhausted. He had instinct before, and he used his power to fight against the most elite vanguard guards under the third prince, and was seriously injured.

"You are too seriously injured. Next, I will repay you for your life-saving grace."

The monk Kunlun lowered his head and bit off the sword buckle at his waist, bit the hilt with his teeth, slowly pulled out the sword, and stabbed the sword in the snow. With a thunder, he saw the monk Kunlun smashed the broken arm with his bloody broken arm against the hilt of the sword. The flesh and blood were squeezed away by the hilt of the sword, and the boiling blood was poured into the snow. He gritted his teeth and tried harder, and finally inserted the hilt of the sword into the broken arm. His face, which had lost all his blood, became paler, which made people unbearable to look at him.

Yun Mo turned his head and had a numb face for the first time in years.

The demon vanguard of the demon clan composed of hundreds of horses and golden-backed rhinoceros appeared in sight. The heavy running and splashing snow sounded amazing, like a torrent of steel rolling in. It is not difficult to imagine what a tragic ending would be if it was hit by such a copper wall.

The Kunlun Sword Cultivator, who was unknown, returned to his hometown for the last time, was still unable to see the outline of Jiayuguan in the wind and snow. He remembered the words that his elderly father at home said to him, "A real man's life should be vigorous and vigorous." He suddenly burst into tears. He kowtowed three times to Jiayuguan, which he could never go back to, and staggered up, facing the hundred-caval vanguard who was already a hundred feet away in front of him, straightened his back.

He roared, using his broken body and broken arms to drive the thunder in the sky, burning all his vitality and descending with the thunder, exploding in the vast wind and snow, splitting a blood-colored path in the torrent of steel until the sword was broken in two pieces, and his voice was hoarse.

"Kunlun, charge!!!"

But this time, there were no teammates around him who could charge with him.

The demon vanguard guard who was destroyed by the sword energy sky thunder and then stepped mercilessly over the body of his companion and took two people from the Immortal Alliance who escaped from the encirclement by chance.

The long sword slid from the broken arm and pierced into the snow. The Kunlun Sword Cultivator, whose energy was gone, knelt down and his forehead was pressed against the hilt of the sword. He would rather die than die. The corners of his blood-stained mouth were filled with relief and relief. He didn't owe anyone his life, and it was worthy of his father.

He snuggled with the sword, like an unfallen monument.

Yun Mo's mouth roared like a wild beast, and the demon-drinking sword started. Just as he was about to activate the remaining demonic energy in his body to burn all the jade stones, he suddenly raised his head.

At the extreme height of the sky, a violent sword rain that seemed to be able to tear the sky and the earth was suddenly dropped. With the body of the Kunlun Sword Cultivator as the boundary, in just a few breaths, all the demon vanguards on the golden-backed rhinoceros were submerged, leaving no armor.
Chapter completed!