Chapter 1287: Thousand Years of Ice Closure

At this moment, everyone changed their faces. The voice came from Taiqingtian, which was clearly the Holy King of the Eight Desolations!

Wu Ling'er also trembled, her face turned pale, and she kept trembling: "Sister... Sister, it is the Holy King of Eight Desolations. What should I do if the Holy King of Eight Desolations is here?"

Huangfu Xin'er closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly opened her eyes, and looked at her and said, "Ling'er, you can take this piano back, and when he comes back in the future, I will leave it to him."

"Sister..." Wu Ling'er was suddenly stunned and kept shaking her head: "No, no, sister, what are you going to do? No, I won't leave..."

Huangfu Xin'er shook his head. The Eight Desolate Holy King was here. The situation was urgent. He said, "Ling'er, this time I heard from my sister. Take Qin and leave quickly. Don't teach the Holy King to discover it."

"Sister, I...no..."

"Go away!"

Huangfu Xin'er had no choice but to say anything, put the zither in her arms, flicked her sleeves, and sent her to Luo Lingfei and others in the distance: "Ling'er, take care..."

"Sister..." Wu Ling'er's body floated backwards, holding Yaoqin with one hand and stretching out her with the other hand, and tears finally fell silently.

Finally, a shocking aura was getting closer and closer, causing a sudden change in the wind and clouds, and the sky and the earth were lost, and the clouds continued to surge. A figure appeared in the sky. The man was wearing red clothes, with a divine pattern on his eyebrows, and eight dragon souls behind him were entangled, which was a soul that shook Liuhe, and aura that was the only one in the sky and the earth!

This person is the Holy King of the Eight Desolations and is not subject to the constraints of the Emperor of Heaven.

I saw his feet landing on the ground, and the dust around him immediately scattered away. The eight dragon souls were still hovering in the sky. Everyone held their breath at this moment. Is this time the deity or clone coming? But whether it is the deity or clone, it may not be important to them at all.

"Luo Lei..."

The Eight Desolate Saint King looked at Huangfu Xin'er. At this moment, he could not tell what kind of feelings he had in his eyes. It was just that more than 10,000 years have passed, and now things have changed.

"You recognized the wrong person, I'm not Luo Lei." Huangfu Xin'er shook her head and looked at him intently.

"Luo Lei, how could I admit that I was wrong? It's been more than ten thousand years, and I finally saw you again..." The Eight Desolate Saint King still had an indescribable feeling on his face. As he spoke, he walked towards her.

Huangfu Xin'er retreated to the lake behind, and suddenly took out a cold dagger from her sleeve, and said coldly: "Don't come here."

The Eight Desolate Holy King stopped and said in confusion: "Luo Lei, what are you doing?" Only then did he notice the mess nearby, his eyes turned cold, and he said coldly to the back: "You are so bold!"

The Yanyang Zhenjun and others all trembled physically and mentally and did not dare to speak. Wu Ling'er, who was hiding behind the huge rock in the distance, was very resentful. You were pretending to be here. If you hadn't given the Eight Desolate Holy Order, wouldn't Dan Tai Mie and Yanyang Zhenjun be so arrogant?

Little did they know that all this was designed secretly by Dan Tai Mie. In fact, the Eight Desolate Saint King was practicing in seclusion in Taiqingtian and had no idea about the following things. It was all because Dan Tai Mie told the reincarnation of the goddess that he asked Yanyang Zhenjun to come down to confirm that it was the reason why Yanyang Zhenjun came to Wushan.

However, Wushan was unwilling to admit it that the Yanyang True Lord had to leave in the end, but how could Dan Tai Mie give up for his evil plan? So he found the Yanyang True Lord. The two of them joined forces to persuade the Eight Destiny Holy King. Later, he said that Wushan would not let them see the Goddess, so he got the Eight Destiny Holy Order.

All of this was designed secretly by Dan Tai Mie, who wanted to use the hands of the Eight Desolate Saint King to remove Xiao Chen. Otherwise, the Eight Desolate Saint King would not know Huangfu Xiner at all.

"Luo Lei..." At this moment, the Eight Desolate Holy King turned his head and walked towards the lake again. Huangfu Xin'er retreated again, only about a foot away from the lake, and said coldly: "Don't come again!"

The Holy King of Eight Deserts finally stopped and shook his head and said, "Luo Lei, I know the past, you have forgotten all the past, but I will make you remember it all, so don't worry..."

Huangfu Xiner smiled coldly: "I don't want the so-called 'memory' you call, and I'm not the person you are looking for, and I won't go with you."

The Holy King of Eight Desert shook his head: "It's been more than ten thousand years, Luo Lei, this time I must take you away, and I will not let you stay here again."

"No way!"

Huangfu Xiner's eyes were still cold. She would never believe every word and every word the person in front of her. She believed even more about her previous guesses. Even the records about the sacred in the Wushan clan history were absolutely problematic.

The atmosphere suddenly became frozen. The Eight Desolate Saint King said, "Luo Lei, if you are disobedient, I have to be strong. When you recall all your memories in the future, you will not blame me."

"You can try..." Huangfu Xiner's eyes were cold, and she held the dagger in her hand and retreated back again.

"I have to do this, Luo Lei, sorry, I will take you away today no matter what."

After the Eight Desolate Saint King said that, his palms condensed, and a terrifying aura seemed to cover the world in an instant. Under the cover of this powerful aura, no one could breathe. His power was so strong that it was just a matter of raising his hand to force Huangfu Xiner away.

"The heart does not belong to you. It was like this ten thousand years ago, but it is still like this now. You can't take anyone away, haha..."

A sad and strange smile suddenly appeared on Huangfu Xin'er's face. The next moment, everyone did not expect that she suddenly jumped into the Thousand-year Tears Lake.

"Luo Lei!"

The Eight Desolate Saint King was suddenly shocked, but it was too late to stop it. The next moment, Huangfu Xiner was hanging in the middle of the lake, twisting his fingers and forming seals with both hands, sacrificing the goddess' tears, and shouting: "Thousand years - frozen!"

"Luo Cai! No!"

The face of the Eight Desolate Saint King changed in shock and rushed towards the center of the lake. However, he was blocked by a strong cold air in an instant. He saw the goddess's tears in the air shining brightly. The spiritual power of the entire lake seemed to be pulled, and the vast spiritual power enveloped the sky layer by layer.

"Sister...Sister! No!" Wu Ling'er finally realized something and rushed out from behind the huge rock. Seeing this, Concubine Luo Ling went over and grabbed her in an instant: "Ling'er, don't go over!"

The high priest, Wu Zhu and others had already changed their colors at this moment. Huangfu Xin'er was hanging in the middle of the lake, constantly chanting spells and seals. This was the only thing she could do. The only thing she could do now was to use the spiritual power of thousands of years of tears to freeze herself at the bottom of the lake, so that the Holy King of Eight Desolations could not take her away. She did not want to be instilled with some illusion memories created, and eventually became the dual cultivation furnace cauldron of the Holy King of Eight Desolations.

"seal up!"

As the last word she spoke, the lake surface instantly shrouded a layer of extreme cold air, and all directions began to condense ice. At this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on her face. Brother Xiao Chen, I'm sorry, I can't wait for you. See you in a thousand years, goodbye...

As if she was saying goodbye, a tear fell down her jaw to the lake. With a "drop", the spiritual power at this moment reached the strongest. She and the goddess' tears finally sank to the bottom of the lake together, and the lake surface instantly condensed into ice.

At the same time, in the tomb of gods and demons, Xiao Chen seemed to sense something, and suddenly felt like thousands of sharp blades were being squeezed, making him feel as if he was about to suffocate, making him unable to breathe!

"What happened to Xin'er...No! Xin'er--"

This immediately made him feel confused. The golden light ball that had already dimmed once again shone brightly, with faint signs of backlashing him.

"No...no one can stop me! No one can stop me!"

At this moment, a powerful force of will swelled from his mind, and in an instant, wiped away the light of the golden light ball.

"Xin'er...waiting for me, I will definitely come to save you, I will definitely come to save you! Ah--"

...

The entire Thousand-year Tears Lake was frozen, but it was not the end. The ice was still spreading, and it was about to freeze the entire Thousand-year Valley. The rabbit deer that was originally jumping in the forest was frozen in the Thousand-year Ice before they could run away.

"Luo Cai! No!"

The Eight Desolate Saint King kicked his feet and rushed towards the spreading ice again. His palms shook, but the ice did not move at all and continued to spread rapidly. The eight dragon souls in the sky also came down, but no matter how strong the power was, once the thousand-year-old ice was activated, it would be impossible to stop.

"Sister...Sister!" Wu Ling'er held the Yaoqin that Huangfu Xin'er gave her in her arms, and her face was covered with tears. Luo Lingfei next to her saw that the ice was about to spread. If she didn't leave, she would be frozen here together. She would not be able to get out of it for a thousand years.

"Go away!" After missing this, Concubine Luo Ling held Wu Ling'er's waist without thinking, and hugged her and flew out of the Goddess Peak.

Wu Zhu and others were still there. Seeing that the ice continued to spread and could not be stopped, everyone retreated and looked around to see if there were any disciples left. The high priest said quickly: "Go and notify everyone and all evacuate the Goddess Peak!"

In less than a moment, the ice of thousands of years of tears had frozen the entire Thousand Years of Valley. No matter how hard the Holy King of the Eight Desolations put in, he could not break the layers of ice. This is not only Wushan’s secret technique of ice sealing, but also possesses the spiritual power of the first generation of goddesses. Even if he has great magical powers, how can he break it?

"Holy King! Let's go!" Seeing the ice spreading continuously, Yanyang Zhenjun flew to him and said quickly.

Finally, the Holy King of Eight Desolations gave up. Seeing the ice spreading continuously, he kicked his feet and flew out of the Thousand Years Valley.

Everyone came outside the valley and saw that the valley was completely frozen, with plants, trees, flowers, stones, birds, beasts, and birds, all frozen inside. No one could break through the layers of ice, let alone break through the ice that had been tears for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!