EBE Chapter 276 God, how can he die?
Chapter 276 God, how can he die?
Including them.
A green array mark flashed between the little man's eyebrows and then disappeared very quickly.
Xu Youan regained consciousness, but his heavy body almost made him unable to stand.
The blinding light around disappeared, revealing the cold and eerie color inside the palace.
Xu Youan supported his senior sister who had not yet recovered, and slowly half-sat on the ground.
There were two "pa pa" sounds of clapping hands, and the man who was reclining on the couch raised his eyelids. A smile appeared on his handsome face, but his ice-blue eyes were indifferent and without a trace of smile.
"After ten years of cultivation, she is still safe and sound. This is truly a sincere and heartfelt friendship between fellow disciples. It makes me ashamed."
Xu Youan waited until he finished speaking before letting go of the hand that was covering his senior sister's ears. He stared at her face without blinking, not daring to miss it for a second, and completely ignored the man's sarcasm.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.
He raised his slender fingers, and an ice-blue water mark appeared on his forehead. Correspondingly, an identical mark appeared on the back of Jiang Liqian's right hand.
Almost immediately, Jiang Liqian opened her eyes, pushed away Xu Youan who was hugging her, and walked towards the man with empty eyes.
Xu Youan was horrified and wanted to come over to stop her, but a translucent blue water wall suddenly rose up and blocked his way.
Compared to the water wall in the Crystal Palace, this water wall is stronger and colder. Even the surrounding water flow cannot penetrate it, forming a backflow around it.
Xu Youan tried his best to break the water wall, but was powerless. He could only watch Jiang Liqian approach the extremely dangerous man, punching the water wall again and again, shouting "Senior Sister".
But Jiang Liqian couldn't hear his shouts at all. It was not until she stood in front of the man that a glimmer of light appeared in her empty eyes.
There was a struggle in her eyes, and the water marks on the back of her hand flickered, becoming clearer and clearer.
The man seemed surprised that Jiang Li was so shallow and yet could still resist. His slender fingertips touched the back of her hand, and slowly moved along the texture of her porcelain-white skin to the water mark.
"Kneel down."
These two short words struck Jiang Liqian's heart like a divine commandment.
She knelt down without hesitation.
The hem of her skirt spread out, bells rang crisply, and the water mark flashed with a dazzling blue light. A biting cold feeling, like a vine growing on a rock, followed the mark into her body, as if to freeze all her meridians and bones in an instant.
She struggled even harder, but the man raised his hand and touched her brow as if to comfort her.
"Make a pact with me, become my slave, escape this mortal path, and share eternal life." The man's smile was seductive, as if he were a ninth-level god, ready to lower his compassionate eyes and show mercy to save the lowly ants from rebirth. "Little slave, you are different from these mortals. I can give you an exception. As long as you are willing to sacrifice your life for me and help me be reborn, I can help you achieve whatever you want."
"Escape the shackles of fate, subvert the established order, ascend to heaven, attain enlightenment and become an immortal, no longer burdened by the shackles of fate, and enjoy the endless avenue.
"I can promise you all of these."
The blueprint the man described was so beautiful, so beautiful that no cultivator could refuse it. Jiang Liqian blinked with difficulty, and her gray eyes looked into the god's eyes: "Are you already dead?"
The man was stunned. He didn't expect that after struggling so hard, she would ask such a question.
But only for a moment, he smiled.
The smile was unrestrained and cold.
The hatred was like the icy fire of hell, burning his soul inch by inch, for life after life, never to be extinguished, and never to be freed.
He is God.
How can God die?
The calm river water suddenly boiled like boiling water, boiling outward with the man as the center.
Jiang Liqian, whose pupils were originally dim, suddenly became clear-headed. He raised the Zhenling Pearl in his hand, and a huge golden character "Zhen" flew out from the body of the Zhenling Pearl, carrying the purest power of thunder, and headed straight for the man on the couch.
The man's hand was actually stung by the golden light. He was stunned and subconsciously withdrew his hand and stepped back.
Jiang Liqian found the right opportunity, and the twelve golden beads turned into a long whip, which quickly rolled towards Xu Youan's waist behind the water wall.
Xu Youan also moved at the same time. A strange green fire ignited at his fingertips and burned bigger and bigger. At the moment when the golden whip came, the water wall broke, and he and Jiang Liqian jumped into the ice coffin together.
Everything happened in a flash, and silence soon returned to the palace, as if no one had ever been there. Loneliness and coldness spread eternally here.
The jade crown on the top of her head fell off and shattered on the ground with a "clack".
The flying jade pieces cut the hand made of ice jade, but no blood flowed out.
"Hahaha……"
The crazy laughter echoed in the empty palace, and the crystal palace under the water trembled with the laughter.
The man walked on, his long hair dragging on the ground brushing against the corner of his clothes. His dark pupils no longer had the icy blue light, and countless black murderous auras swept around him.
He stood beside the ice coffin and curled his lips coldly.
"My slaves should be buried beside me, right?"
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In the vast snowfield, broken rocks are scattered everywhere, dead trees have fallen, and there is an endless plain with no living creatures. Only the biting north wind mixed with cold blood keeps rushing into the nose.
My hands and feet were already numb from the cold, but I, as two small black dots, kept moving forward in the snow and didn't dare to stop for a second, let alone rest for a moment, to get some warmth.
After jumping out of the ice coffin, Jiang Liqian and Xu Youan fell into the vast snowfield.
Both of them were wearing thin clothes, and their sleeves were pulled up three inches to facilitate fighting.
The monks in the world of cultivation all have spiritual power to protect themselves. Although the four seasons rotate, they hardly feel the sweltering heat of summer or the bitter cold of winter.
Therefore, no one pays attention to the warmth of clothes. Instead, the lighter the better. The best clothes may not keep you warm, but they can definitely withstand spiritual attacks.
But no one knew what was going on in this snowy field. When the two of them fell in, their spiritual energy seemed to be exhausted and they couldn't use any of it. They couldn't even open the Qiankun bag.
It had been a long time since Jiang Liqian had been chilled by ice and snow. The north wind filled her mouth, and she shivered all over and sneezed loudly.
Xu Youan's complexion became even worse, and not a trace of blood appeared on his lips.
Jiang Liqian knew that he must have suffered serious injuries in the process of calming his turbulent spiritual power. If she could open the Qiankun bag, she could take out some pills for him to take to temporarily relieve his injuries. But now it was really difficult for a good cook to cook without rice. The only thing she could do was to leave this snowy field as soon as possible and restore her spiritual power so that she could heal him.