The Demon Emperor said: "No."

Seeing that he answered so affirmatively, Song Yan immediately said surprise: "Then do you have a way?" After all, this Demon Emperor is the Creator, and Ye Han used to create miracles and turned it into a possible person.

The Demon Emperor shook his head and said, "There is no way." Song Yan couldn't help but be disappointed and said, "Then why do you say we won't die. Your injury can heal, and the injury of the Creator who pursues yours can heal. If he comes, we will have no choice."

The Demon Emperor also didn't know this.

The reason why the Demon Emperor said that he would not die was because he wanted Song Yan to persevere.

"Are you afraid of death?" Song Yan asked the Demon Emperor again. Before the Demon Emperor could answer, Song Yan said to herself: "I remember, you are not afraid of death. There is nothing you can miss here."

The Demon Emperor was indeed like this in his heart. Everything had been revenge, and it seemed meaningless to live or die. He was originally heartbroken, desperate for his family's death, and desperate for Miaojia died at his own hands. But now he knew that his family was still alive in another time and space. He also had another self to protect him. He felt that everything in the past was like dew, lightning, and dreams.

The reason why I came here is actually to help me in the world.

It was also considered to be a last effort for the distant family. Although they did not know that there was still the existence of their own person in this world.

However, everything doesn't matter.

"You seem to be a little different." Song Yan suddenly said again.

Seeing that Song Yan was willing to speak, the Demon Emperor also spoke with her in order for her to persevere, and said, "Oh? Is there different?"

Song Yan said: "I remember the first time I saw you in the tomb of Heaven. You were desperate, indifferent, and cruel, and it made people scared when they saw you. But now, I feel that you are already alone."

The Demon Emperor was slightly stunned and then said, "Everything is not important anymore." What he didn't say is that when he was in the tomb of heaven, he had seen the tragic situation of his family in the time and space tunnel. At that time, he told himself that kindness, kindness, righteousness, and feelings are all things that harm people. He wanted to abandon everything and become powerful.

Later, he found that his family had indeed suffered misfortune. Then only revenge remained in his life. When Yun Mo died, everything had become empty. Instead, he became clear and clear, as if everything had been liberated and everything had disappeared.

"By the way, isn't Xuan Zhenghao's tip written in his tips to let us go to the Longxi Ocean with coordinates facing west?" Song Yan said when she remembered something.

This is indeed written in Xuan Zhenghao's tip. After the Demon Emperor and Song Yan came up, they took it out and read it. There was also a miniature compass inside.

The Demon Emperor nodded and said, "That's what I wrote." But the problem now is that I can't get over.

After all, Xuan Zhenghao is not a god and cannot predict everything. For example, Xuan Zhenghao did not expect the situation of the Demon Emperor and Song Yan.

Of course, Song Yan knew that she couldn't get over now. Her body was so cold that she almost felt numb, and this kind of discomfort was right and wrong. So she had to find a way to say something to divert her attention. The Demon Emperor could not help her with her coldness. Because the blood on the Demon Emperor's body was also cold and could not give her warmth.

Song Yan looked at the sky, and heavy snow fell, but the scenery in the sky had a charm in the vastness. Song Yan's voice seemed a little stiff and struggling, and she said, "Xuan Zhenghao is really magical. He arranged for us to go to Longxiyang early in the morning. Did he say that he had already anticipated the changes?"

The Demon Emperor had to admit his wisdom to Xuan Zhenghao. He said at the moment: "He thought about things very far and put the worst budget in."

Song Yan said: "What I wonder is, what arrangements did Long Xiyang make? Can we get rid of the pursuit of so many masters? The ship?"

"There is this possibility." The Demon Emperor replied. Song Yan became curious again and said, "But even if we get rid of them, even if we return to Hong Kong, our goal is to go to the Tian Tomb. If we can't go to the Tian Tomb, nothing will work."

A ray of cold light flashed in the Demon Emperor's eyes and said, "If we return to Hong Kong, with your master's appeal and I can also find some masters with Shan Dongyang. We will take a bloody revenge on the Holy See of Light."

Song Yan was not optimistic and said, "The strength of the Holy See of Light cannot be underestimated, and we can no longer find so many experts in the Central Plains. Once we fight to the Arctic Ocean, we are afraid that the chance of victory is not very high. The Holy See of Light is the old nest of the Holy See of Light, and there is no advantage in the terrain."

Song Yan's analysis was correct. The Demon Emperor smiled faintly and said, "Your mind is still very clear."

Song Yan smiled bitterly, her lips were trembling, and she said tremblingly: "I feel uncomfortable in my body, so my head is particularly clear. If you really start a large-scale war, you will always be inferior and it will be difficult to solve the problem."

The Demon Emperor nodded and said, "It is true, but there seems to be no better way."

Song Yan said, "Yes, Xuan Zhenghao is a person after all. He can't change the overall situation." After a pause, he said, "But Ye Han, I beg you, if you have the opportunity to escape, you must help Xuan Zhenghao save my master and the others in the chaos of time and space."

The Demon Emperor nodded and said, "Don't worry." He paused and said, "But none of us will die. If I can survive, you can. I will not leave you alone."

When Song Yan heard this, she felt very warm in her heart for no reason. Her eyes looked at the Demon Emperor softened a lot, and said, "We are in the vast world, I will go with you to find the Sun Golden Sutra. You are like now, never leaving your companions. Ye Han, no matter how many things you have experienced, your nature will never change."

The Demon Emperor frowned slightly and said, "He is him, I am me. He and I are no longer the same person."

Song Yan did not argue with the Demon Emperor about this issue. The Demon Emperor suddenly said: "After all, he is the real protagonist of great fortune. So he doesn't have to experience what I have experienced. He can still be with his family. But I want to... forget it, it's better not to say this."

The Demon Emperor suddenly became indifferent and didn't want to say anything.

Song Yan also felt that her body was not so uncomfortable, and she suddenly wanted to go to bed. She said, "I'm sleepy, so I'll take a break."

The Demon Emperor was slightly surprised and said, "Don't, don't sleep." Once you fall asleep like this, you may never wake up again. The Demon Emperor understands this, but Song Yan also understands it too. However, she is like a very sleepy person. Now she doesn't want to take care of all the mundane things, just want to sleep like this and sleep forever. She seems to smell the fragrance of the soil.

It is better to fall asleep peacefully than to trekking alone in the lonely mountain!

Song Yan ignored the Demon Emperor and closed her eyes. The sky gradually became darker, and it was still five o'clock in the afternoon, but the darkness of the Arctic Ocean came particularly early.

At this time, the sunset in Hong Kong must be very beautiful. Sitting by the sea, blowing the sea breeze, and looking at the sea, it must be a very pleasant thing. These plain and easy happiness that is within reach seem particularly luxurious and distant at this time. As soon as Song Yan closed her eyes, the Demon Emperor patted her face lightly and woke her up.

Song Yan couldn't help but snorted in pain. She was already held in the arms of the Demon Emperor, but there was not a trace of warmth.

She pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled bitterly, saying, "I just dreamed of a stove, and a chicken leg was roasted on the stove. As soon as I reached out, you woke me up, hey..."

The Demon Emperor said in a deep voice: "Stand for a while, don't give up until the end."

Song Yan's eyes became slim and distant, and she said, "People persist because they see hope. I persist, and they only see endless ice and cold. If I really want to die, why not be more happy and have to suffer all the pain and die again? Ye Han, do you think so?"

The Demon Emperor could only sigh and said, "Stand by."

Song Yan ignored the Demon Emperor and said, "What will happen if you say someone dies?"

The Demon Emperor was slightly stunned and then said, "I didn't know before. But later I understood something when I realized the Creator. After a person died, he should be unable to see or hear anything. It was like he was not born."

Song Yan said, "Don't there be six realms of reincarnation, reincarnation of blessings into humans, and evil reincarnation goes to the eighteen levels of hell?" She was teasing herself, and without waiting for the Demon Emperor to answer, and said, "But I still hope what you said is true. If there are really six realms of reincarnation, I don't seem to have done anything good in my life. People have killed a lot. I think if there are really six realms of reincarnation, I might have to go to the eighteen levels of hell."

The Demon Emperor said: "We will not die." Apart from saying this, he seemed to have nothing to say.

Song Yan's eyes drooped again and said, "I want to go to bed."

As night falls, the north wind roars.

The snow finally stopped.

But after the snow stopped, it became even colder.

"Song Yan!" The Demon Emperor woke Song Yan up again. Song Yan opened her eyes, almost asking the Demon Emperor to do good deeds and stop torture her.

"Ye Han, don't worry about me. I can't hold on anymore, and it doesn't make sense to hold on like this." Song Yan said.

The Demon Emperor took a deep breath and said, "You wait for me for an hour. If I can't save you in an hour, can you sleep again?"

Song Yan said: "Even if it's a day, there won't be any change. You don't have to lie to me."

"Even if I lied to you, how about you persist for another hour?" The Demon Emperor stared at Song Yan with his eyes, his voice solemn.

Song Yan looked up and saw the Demon Emperor's eyes. There was an extremely solemnity and sincerity in his eyes. Song Yan couldn't help but believe it. But how would he get out of trouble? Song Yan couldn't even think of it even if she broke her head. "Okay!" No matter what, Song Yan still agreed to the Demon Emperor.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor suddenly held the cold-proof clothing covered by Song Yan in his hand. Then he jumped and jumped down.

Song Yan was shocked and sat up without knowing the strength from where she sat up. She hurriedly ran to the cliff to see. The north wind roared, and the figure of the Demon Emperor was no longer there in the darkness.

Oh my God, what the hell is he doing? Isn’t he seeking death if he jumps like this?

Song Yan was puzzled. After thinking about it, no matter what, since he had promised him to hold on for an hour, he would not break his trust.

Let’s talk about Jiang Yuxiu’s group of people, they were guarding the other side, and after the tent was tied up, they hid inside, wrapped in a sleeping bag, and had hot soup to drink, which was very useful. Jiang Yuxiu arranged for people to take turns to stand guard.

The posts change every three hours. The people standing guard also wear thick cold-proof clothes.

The night was dark. This time, two yellow-clothed bishops were standing guard, named Jer and Gerson. They were both guarding with heavy machine guns, defending against the sudden attack of the Demon Emperor.

Three hours are here, and it's time for them to change their guards. Jiang Yuxiu just got out of the tent and asked Jer, "Is there any problem there?"

Jer shook his head and said, "There is no situation. It's silent." He shivered from the cold, and said, "Mr. White-clothed, the climate here is really not something that people can't stand. We can only stand it for a few hours. Ye Han faces the north wind, which is probably even colder. I doubt they have frozen to death."

Jiang Yuxiu pondered: "Ye Han is not that easy to die. What's more, his cultivation has reached the realm of the Creator."

Gerson, with small eyes and yellow hair, said: "Mr. White clothes, but no matter what, Ye Han and the others are all humans. People will still be frozen to death after a long time in such an environment."

Jiang Yuxiu glanced at the two of them and said, "Of course I know they are humans. But Ye Han is not an ordinary person. The more he pushes them into a desperate situation, the more he should be careful that they will fight back before death." After a pause, he also felt that the climate outside was so cold that it was so cold that Ye Han and Song Yan should be almost frozen. But be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship, he said to Jer and Jason, "You go and rest."
Chapter completed!