In the snow, Ling Tianyu and Zishuang sat on the snow bear's broad back.
Purple Frost was wrapped in snow plush, floating out of the dust, like a fairy.
And Ling Tianyu is handsome and chic, with a resolute face, at first glance, he is simply a talented woman, a match made in heaven.
"Woohoo" The snow bear roared softly, as if it felt like it was approaching the danger zone, and it was terrified.
"Little Bear, you stay here first, if anything happens, don't worry about me, you and Frost leave quickly."
Ling Tianyu said.
Snow Bear nodded, his face full of sorrow and lingering in place.
"Tianyu" Zishuang said softly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I've tried I don't know how many times I've tried when you're unconscious, and I'll be able to get out if it's really dangerous."
Ling Tianyu said with a smile, in fact, he missed a little, because every time Ling Tianyu got out, he was half dead.
"Then you'd better be careful."
Zishuang reminded, her face flushed, especially when she heard Ling Tianyu call herself "Frost", her face was full of tenderness.
"Yes."
Ling Tianyu smiled slightly, flew down, and then turned back to Xue Xiong and said, "Little Bear, if it's okay, you can come over with Shuang'er." ” "Woohoo" The snow bear croaked weakly, still looking a little afraid.
With that, Ling Tianyu held the Bone Soul Flute and walked slowly.
Zishuang looked at Ling Tianyu with a worried face.
Soon, Ling Tianyu saw the familiar shadow in the white mist.
The Headless Horseman still stood quietly, like a rock, majestic and inviolable.
Ling Tianyu exhaled secretly, thinking that after he had just finished blowing the song of homesickness, he had actually absorbed the headless horseman.
So this time, Ling Tianyu wanted to take a gamble, betting that this time he would be able to walk over safely.
Even if he would fail, Ling Tianyu would have to try again.
Ling Tianyu couldn't help but choke on the bone soul flute and quietly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, the crisp and melodious sound of the flute, with a lonely and desolate tune, and even carried bursts of evil dark power, instantly spread throughout the entire canyon.
As the sound of the flute spread, the white mist in the air began to merge strangely.
It can be seen that the bone rider sitting on the headless horseman flickered with a strange light, which seemed to contain a sad and angry feeling, quietly listening to the touching flute.
And at this time, Ling Tianyu seemed to have entered a wonderful realm of selflessness, and the sound of the flute, with thousands of thoughts, swept in all directions, and the sorrow echoed in the canyon for a long time.
Zishuang, who was not far away, looked colorful, and secretly exclaimed: "It turns out that the flute sound in my dream was actually made by him, hmph, this guy hides so many secrets, one day, I must ruthlessly dig out all your secrets." ” The sound of the flute is getting deeper and deeper, and there is even a feeling of sadness, as if it can arouse all people's thoughts and the pain buried in the depths of people's hearts.
For some reason, listening to this sad flute, Zishuang couldn't help but be touched.
Suddenly thinking that Uncle Lei's life and death were still unknown, Zishuang couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes.
The more Ling Tianyu blew, the more emotional he became, and in the melodious sound of the flute, wisps of strange breath were constantly released.
The white mist around them surged wildly, like a sea tide, surging and rolling.
"Roar" The Headless Horseman sat down and threw his head back and roared, his voice extremely sad.
Suddenly, the billowing white mist suddenly turned into a dark force, invisibly, rushing into Ling Tianyu's mind.
Ling Tianyu's expression was stunned, and he suddenly felt an extremely dark force occupy his consciousness.
Suddenly, in Ling Tianyu's mind, there was an illusion.
In the illusion, I saw a tall middle-aged man, with a long sword in his hand, with a murderous aura, leading only more than a thousand warriors, in the canyon, frantically fighting with a group of black-clothed people.
The battle was particularly fierce.
Although all the soldiers fought desperately, the strength of the group of men in black was really much stronger than them.
The soldiers were defeated and retreated, and were blocked in the canyon, and then one by one the figures fell down in the brave battle.
One bloody corpse after another, lying in all directions, was unbearable to see.
Finally, the middle-aged man who was the leader riding the giant beast roared angrily, spurted blood from his mouth, raised his sword to the sky, and a huge power like a storm crashing on the shore surged out on his body.
Suddenly, the group of men in black felt fear.
And the middle-aged man turned his head coldly as if he said something to the soldiers behind him, and he could see that those soldiers looked extremely sad, especially unwilling.
You can even see a woman holding a baby who seems to have just been born, and she is crying bitterly and surrounded by warriors.
The middle-aged man's face turned back fiercely, glaring angrily at the group of black-clothed people, and the terrifying sword, as if tearing through the space, tore it down with great anger.
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Under this sword, the world was really destroyed, and nearly a thousand people in black died tragically in an instant.
But the sword seemed to be about to exhaust all the strength of the middle-aged man, and I saw him sit down on the beast rider weakly, but he sat up trembling without yielding.
The warrior behind him was in pain, but he still protected the woman and retreated. shout Suddenly, a sword flashed by, and a powerful man in black cut off the middle-aged man's head with a sword, holding it in his hand with one hand.
But the middle-aged man still did not fall, and even with his head cut off, he still sat there proudly.
Then, the man in black ripped off the black veil on his head, stood in the air, revealing that hideous laugh, proudly holding the head of the middle-aged man and laughing wildly.
At this moment, the woman saw this, threw the baby in her arms to a man with one hand, and out of nowhere, she forcibly broke free from the encirclement of the warriors and rushed straight to the headless horseman's body.
It's a pity that before the woman could rush forward, a series of ruthless Limang pierced the woman's body alive.
The woman fell heavily, drenched in blood and her eyes red, and even though she was dying, she forced her last strength and screamed with grief and indignation.
Under this mournful cry, an extremely evil force suddenly gushed out of the canyon, and it swept the entire canyon in an instant.
Under this evil force, the group of men in black fled in terror, but there were still pieces of figures who could not escape, and they fell down one after another, swallowed by the evil force.
When the picture arrived here, it suddenly disappeared and was withdrawn from Ling Tianyu's mind.
Suddenly, Ling Tianyu came back to his senses, his face sad.
"Senior, I finally understand your pain.
Please rest assured that I will bear the pain you have on your back.
Ling Tianyu looked at the headless horseman and said resolutely.
It seemed that the headless horseman heard Ling Tianyu's promise, and the strange light that flashed in the eyes of the bone rider when he sat down gradually faded, and the headless horseman was still standing there quietly, but he could no longer feel the murderous aura towards Ling Tianyu.
In fact, when those illusions appeared in Ling Tianyu's mind, it proved that the Headless Horseman had accepted and recognized Ling Tianyu, and he could even feel a trace of gratitude from the Headless Horseman.
With that, Zishuang rode the snow bear and walked over slowly.
Zishuang looked at the headless horseman, extremely shocked, and couldn't help asking, "Tianyu, who is he?"
"A fallen hero."
Ling Tianyu said in a low tone: "But he is a true warrior and the only one I really admire."
"Then why did he fall here," Zishuang couldn't help asking.
"There are many traitors in the world, and he was killed by traitors."
Ling Tianyu said angrily, especially after seeing those illusions, a wave of anger rose inexplicably in his heart.
"It's a shame that such a hero."
Zishuang said silently, and then bowed deeply to the headless horseman, with great respect.
With that, Ling Tianyu flew up and jumped onto the snow bear's back and said softly, "Let's go." ” "Yes."
Zishuang nodded slightly.
Since they could no longer feel that murderous aura on the Headless Horseman, Ling Tianyu and the others walked gently past the Headless Horseman's side without any barriers.
It's just that, before leaving, Ling Tianyu's gaze never left the headless horseman's body.
He understood that the Headless Horseman was able to turn into a powerful resentment after he died, and he was still here.
So in this canyon, the warriors who followed him must still be alive.
And this headless horseman is stubbornly guarding them.
At this time, Ling Tianyu and the others walked slowly in this canyon.
The falling snowflakes began to gradually decrease.
The white fog around him also seemed to have become less intense than before.
It can be seen that around this canyon, there are skeletons in all directions, but none of those skeletons are complete, they fall to the ground in scattered places, and there are sharp weapons inserted around them, and some of them are also tightly held in their hands.
Ling Tianyu and the others walked into this canyon full of corpses and bones, as if they had entered a hell on earth, and they could even faintly feel the bursts of resentment emanating from the air.
It makes people's hearts stir and be shocked, and they can even imagine the crazy and tragic killing that took place here at that time.
Ling Tianyu's face twitched, his fists clenched, ever since he accepted the resentment in the Headless Horseman's heart, Ling Tianyu felt extremely hated for those black-clothed people.
All along, Ling Tianyu has been constantly making enemies.
But this is not that Ling Tianyu likes to meddle in things, but in this world, it is inherently so cruel.
If you want to stand at the pinnacle of this world and dominate the rules, you must truly open a blood path and trample on the bones of the enemy in order to become the strongest in heaven and earth.
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