On the road in the canyon, there was a person with broken limbs on the edge of the frozen pit, like a bug, squirming his body and trying to crawl out of the pit.

He was extremely miserable.

Not to mention the limbs, there was a wound on the body that was stabbed by sharp energy, but it was frozen.

I will never die for a while.

It can be seen that this master of Tongwu Sect wants to live.

Want to live very much.

He had lost all his energy before he crawled out of the pit covered with corpses, and a pair of blood-soaked black cloth shoes appeared in front of him.

The man raised his head with difficulty and saw Chen Qiu's expressionless face.

"Save...save me!"

He begged.

"OK."

Chen Qiu touched his left hand behind him, holding the hilt of the Greedy Lang's knife, and he said:

"This will help you get rid of your pain."

"puff"

The sword light flashed away, and the Greedy Wolf Sword was inserted back into the scabbard.

Chen Qiu rubbed his neck with his hands and turned around and left behind. Behind him, only a body with its body and head separated.

That was the last Northern Dynasty man who was still alive in this canyon.

In front of Shen Qiu, Xiao Tie was half kneeling on the ground, looking at Lang Monk and Hua Qing with red eyes as she tried to save Qiu Buping. Qingqing rode on Xiuhe's shoulder and looked at Qiu's village leader with a worried look on her face.

Shan Guigu was in front of Qiu Buping, holding the Chengying Sword in his hand. Opposite him was Wu Shifeng, a frustrated ghost scholar, and several big leaders who had cast their favor on the Southern Dynasty.

The meaning of the mountain ghost is very obvious.

If these traitors dare to approach, they will die!

“How is the situation?”

Chen Qiu didn't even look at the same anxious traitors. He walked to Qiu Buping's side and looked at the master of the Heavenly List.

His situation was really not optimistic. The ice covered by his body had spread to his waist and abdomen, and his legs and left arms had been completely frozen.

The Master Qiu's breathing became weak and chaotic.

“It’s bad.”

Hua Qing squatted beside her, her eyes always squinted were full of seriousness.

He reached out and injected all the true energy in his body into Qiu Buping's body, and said to others:

"This thing can only be temporarily suppressed by the secretly transmitted true qi of the immortals, but the Qiu Village Master does not cultivate true qi. If he wants to use his power again, it will only spread faster.

Don't touch the ice chips rashly.

I can't be sure now whether they will spread."

"Brother Hua, what the hell is this?"

Xiao Tie was so anxious that he was in a state of urgency. There was an arrow on the shoulder of the boy who had just fought. He didn't care about his injuries, but just looked at Hua Qing anxiously.

The latter pursed his lips and whispered:

"If I guess correctly, it should be 'Changbai Hanpo'.

You don’t need to know its origin, you just need to know that this thing is a thing of the immortal.”

"Um?"

Chen Qiu asked in surprise:

"Didn't it mean that the spiritual energy of this era has long since disappeared? Why would there be some immortal things from thousands of years ago?"

"Of course it was passed down from ancestors."

Hua Qing doesn't seem to want to say too much about this matter, he explained in a brief manner:

"I have seen records in the master that this kind of spiritual object with cold nature is originally a secret treasure of the Five Immortals Views outside the Liaodong Pass. It was extremely precious thousand years ago and used to assist in practice.

It is a natural and nourishing thing, which can freeze all things in the world, and is the most precious treasure of yin and cold. Just use a little bit and you will have less.

I heard that Shuoxue Xuan Gong practiced to the deepest point and needed this cold soul to help him break through.

The spiritual energy has been dispersed for a thousand years, and the Five Immortals Temple probably only has this last point left in its hand, and it has been used on the Qiu Village Master.”

Hua Qing shook her head and said:

"The Northern Dynasties' national army really took out the coffin for the war in Qi and Lu.

He didn't care about wasting his life, and he used such treasures to murder the life of a master on the Tianlist."

Hua Qing’s words are a bit unpleasant.

But everyone knows that he has no malice, he just talks about the matter.

This immortal disciple didn't say much, but Chen Qiu probably understood it.

The Five Immortals Temple of Changbai is one of the three immortal cultivation sects that have survived in the world. The foundation of the Northern Dynasties' national sects is the secular inheritance of the Five Immortals Temple.

The current national teacher is happy, he is the leader of the Tongwu Sect and the contemporary descendant of the Five Immortals View.

This matter is also explained in detail on the Yinlou Jianghu list.

"Then is there a way to solve this cold soul?"

Chen Qiu asked.

This issue is also the focus of everyone's concern. No one of them wants to see Qiu Buping die here, especially the Langshu.

The Heluo Gang has done so much.

If this uneven gun would have died so unknown.

Everything I did before was wasted.

"have!"

Hua Qing nodded, making everyone happy.

But as they approached, they heard Hua Qing say slowly:

"The Holy Fire Sect in the Western Regions, on the Holy Volcano, it is said that there is a ray of light that was passed down from a thousand years ago. If it can be taken, it should be able to dispel the coldness of Qiuzhaizhu."

"You said this means you didn't say it!"

Qingqing, who was riding on Xiuhe's shoulder, couldn't help it, so she said to Mr. Huaqing in anger:

"Even if I can get the holy fire, the leader Qiu's village will not be able to wait for that long."

"You just need a solution, but you didn't say you could do it with certainty."

Hua Qing stood up, he lamented, patted Xiao Tie on the shoulder, and said:

"Talk with your father. Let's be mournful and follow the changes."

The monk stood up helplessly and pronounced the Buddha's name.

He is good at the art of Qihuang, but he can only cure ordinary injuries. He is really unable to turn things around such diseases related to immortal things.

Chen Qiu felt depressed, but there was nothing he could do.

He touched the sword jade in his hand. This thing was also an immortal object, but it had no healing effect.

Seeing Qiu Buping wake up slowly, he took a few steps back with Qingqing with red eyes, leaving the last little time for Qiu Buping and Xiao Tie, the bumpy father and son.

"My son, don't cry, help him get up as his father."

Perhaps I felt that my deadline was approaching, and Qiu Buping was quite calm.

He asked Xiao Tie to sit up and put the birds on his knees.

He looked at the sea of ​​corpses and blood in the canyon in front of him, and the frozen brothers of the French village, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He said to Xiao Tie:

"As a father, I should have gone with your mother fourteen years ago. I just kept thinking that maybe my son was still in the world, so I survived for fourteen years.

At first, I thought about looking for you, but later, because of the fact that it was a bad village, it was delayed."

Qiu Buping said softly:

"You have been lonely for fourteen years, but you are devoted to the right and wrong camp for your father, and let my son go alone in the world. This is what you do for your father.

Don't blame me, my son."

"Father, I've never blamed you."

Xiao Tie knelt on the ground and cried endlessly, he said:

"When I learned about my father's news, the child was overjoyed. He thought that he would be able to rely on his father in the future, but he suffered this great disaster. The child felt in pain and wished he could replace him."
To be continued...