The wooden sword carrying a part of Cheng Qian's soul began to tremble violently. Yan Zhengming held the wooden sword in his hand with doubt and felt the painful resonance between it and the person who refined it.

Yan Zhengming didn't know what was wrong with Cheng Qian, so he made a quick decision: "I'll take you away from here first, and we can talk about it outside."

He stretched out his hand to pick up Cheng Qian, but Cheng Qian instinctively raised his palm and slapped him.

This time, the palm was full of murderous intent. As soon as it came out, Cheng Qian was immediately shocked. Then he forcibly retracted the fierce true energy surging in his palm, causing the palm to be raised high and then gently dropped. He gently waved Yan Zhengming away with great restraint, but did not hurt him at all.

The profound true energy came back, and the backlash force made half of Cheng Qian's body numb.

He choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red. His confused consciousness briefly became clear under the stimulation of the pain.

Yan Zhengming asked in shock: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qian ignored him. Firstly, this matter was a long story, and secondly, he himself didn't understand it very clearly and really didn't have the energy to explain.

But he knew in his heart that Yan Zhengming would not listen to any nonsense like asking him to go first, and would even come closer to him more nervously. So Cheng Qianmo just waved his hand silently at Yan Zhengming, bit his tongue, and with the blood in his mouth, he took advantage of the pain to clear his mind. He quickly removed his limbs and joints, and then took the time to concentrate on his inner palace, and led all his true energy into the sea of ​​qi, ignoring the restless true energy in it, and concentrated on colliding with the seal left in his soul by Shang Wannian.

Before his death, Shang Wannian was worried that his damaged soul could not bear the inheritance of Ting Qiankun, so he sealed Ting Qiankun. Only when his soul was completely repaired, the seal would break automatically. But at this time, Cheng Qian was eager to release Ting Qiankun, hoping to use it to get rid of the painting soul that Tang Zhen had placed on him.

As for whether he could withstand the harsh inheritance at this time, Cheng Qian did not consider it at all.

When conditions permit, he will naturally act prudently. If he is forced into a desperate situation, he will never believe that there is anything he cannot do.

Yan Zhengming felt that all the coldness around him rushed towards Cheng Qian at once, and he shivered when he passed by him. Suddenly, a small ear mark lit up between Cheng Qian's eyebrows.

In this secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain, there was no light at all, and the glowing mark was not affected at all. It became brighter and brighter, so bright that Yan Zhengming could clearly see the blood on Cheng Qian's pale lips and a faint black air between his eyebrows.

Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment and didn't dare to step forward - he intuitively felt that this seemed to be some kind of mysterious inheritance, but the place was wrong and the timing was even more wrong.

Besides, what kind of inheritance requires him to be so self-abusive?

Yan Zhengming had never heard of this before, and he didn't know what would happen to Cheng Qian if the inheritance was interrupted midway.

He absolutely did not dare to take any risks with Cheng Qian, so he had to take the wooden sword back into his inner palace and use his spiritual power to calm the trembling wooden sword over and over again.

After all, the wooden sword was his original sword. Over time, Yan Zhengming actually felt a faint resonance from it. He felt as if he heard a faint and distant bell sound.

Before he could think about it, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain under his feet shaking. Through the thick ice, he actually heard the sound of raging sea waves.

The North Sea water outside is resonating with the thing between Cheng Qian’s eyebrows!

Yan Zhengming was on high alert, his entire body almost tensed like a sword, thinking: "It would be fine if it was just the resonance of the sea water, but please don't let it be..."

As soon as this thought came to mind, they heard the sharp sound of wind coming from the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain again. The evil strong wind came back without any warning, and this time it actually passed directly over the group of bones in front of the two people and chased after them relentlessly!

Yan Zhengming almost smiled bitterly. It was the first time he realized that he actually had a bad mouth.

Even if a sword cultivator is not as strong as iron, he has been training his body for many years, but he is not made of clay. Ordinary swords and knives cannot hurt him at all. But just now he was only swept by the wind, and he was left with several half-foot long wounds. Even then, Yan Zhengming still felt unbearable pain on his back.

He took a deep look at Cheng Qian who was already unconscious, summoned the wooden sword and held it in his hand. All the swords of the soul were lined up beside him, and the aura of the sheathed state was fully opened, creating a sword domain in this secret realm of the snowy mountains.

The secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain was alarmed by Ting Qiankun's brutal inheritance, and seemed to have discovered the intruder belatedly. The strong wind that had just swept past the two of them surged and rushed straight towards Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming quickly used the Yuanshen Sword to weave a vast sword net. He shouted softly and refused to give in, wanting to isolate the angry snow mountain from outside.

The sword domain and the strong wind met on a narrow road. In an instant, thousands of light points fell apart, and the sharp weapons that could cut iron like mud were broken in the strong wind of the world. As soon as they fought, the sword domain was flattened in half in an instant.

The cold light reflected on the wall, the bright candlelight was dim, the sound of metal and stone was incessant, Yan Zhengming's long hair had been completely blown away by the wind, his long robe fluttered, and one or two tears appeared from time to time. Soon, his clothes were almost tattered.

He closed his eyes slightly, letting the sword intent of the Fuyao wooden sword surge continuously in his hands.

He once thought that Cheng Qian was dead and that he could not open the lock in the mountain-sealing order no matter what. He thought that one day he would be able to suppress the consciousness of the successive leaders in the leader's seal with his own strength, forcibly bypass the mountain-sealing order and let Fuyao Mountain return to the world.

At this moment, in front of Yan Zhengming was the entire strange secret realm deep in the North Sea, and he was holding a wooden sword, standing still like a mountain...

"I am such a life-loving person, why do I always run into things that seek death?" Yan Zhengming thought to himself.

A sheathed sword is more restrained than an unsheathed one, but also more lasting.

And the violent cannot last long—

He started a long tug of war with the entire snow-capped mountain alone. The sword energy in his body did not show a single bit, and it continuously flowed from his inner palace into the sword domain.

Constantly being blown down by the violent wind, and then constantly standing up again.

There was no day or night in the snowy mountains, and Yan Zhengming himself didn't know how long he had held on. The long-lost pain gradually emerged in his meridians, like needles, which meant that his internal energy was about to be exhausted.

Yan Zhengming had not felt this kind of spent force for a long time. He could not help but look back at Cheng Qian. His face was as pale as paper, but he seemed to be able to draw infinite strength from it.

Yan Zhengming suddenly felt very strange. He thought that with his temper of being afraid of pain and suffering, he would not be able to hold on until the end of his life. In this situation, he would definitely tidy up his appearance and wait for death. But once Cheng Qian was by his side, everything would be different.

Cheng Qianneng could transform him from a "fragile" crispy cookie into a rag that could never be squeezed dry. Even though it looked ugly, it could still stand up again if twisted hard.

Needle-like pain gradually spread throughout his body. Yan Zhengming's limbs seemed to be torn apart. It was a stern warning from his dried-up meridians. He ignored it and suddenly removed the barriers around his body. All the swords of his soul suddenly rose from the ground. In an instant, Yan Zhengming's entire inner palace was empty. There was a roar in his ears, and he pushed all the swords out with one palm!

The Yuanshen Sword turned into sword intent in the air, omnipresent, and rushed back like a tidal wave, making a sharp cry in the air that was almost like the roar of a wild beast. The strong wind in the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain was actually pushed back by him at this moment.

Yan Zhengming was shaking all over, and blood had already started to seep out of his body. He tapped the ground with his sword and forced himself to stand still, but his eyes were already distracted, and he unconsciously murmured, "Xiao Qian..."

Not being able to protect the young Cheng Qian was always his lifelong regret. As time passed, Cheng Qian had become so powerful that he no longer needed him. However, the remaining fear from those years still lingered in his heart and could not be shaken off.

An indescribable smile appeared on Yan Zhengming's lips, and then he fainted while standing.

The wooden sword flew out of his hand but did not fall. The tip of the sword pointed downward, hanging in the air, always loyally blocking in front of him.

However, after waiting for a while, a stronger counterattack did not come. It was unknown whether the strong wind was dispersed by the sword intent or something else, and it wandered back into the depths of the Snow Mountain.

Cheng Qian's consciousness, which had been in a state of panic in the wooden sword, breathed a sigh of relief - he felt indescribable at this moment, his consciousness was split into two, one half in his body and the other half in the wooden sword, as if two brains were thinking at the same time and interfering with each other. He truly experienced Han Yuan's feelings, whether it was the feeling of being possessed by a painting soul or the weirdness of being split into two.

The consciousness in his body tried its best to resist the influence of the painting soul, maintaining his last bit of sanity before the seal of heaven and earth was opened. However, the consciousness in the wooden sword was guarding Yan Zhengming, thinking about the cause and effect amid the noisy interference of the painting soul.

Seeing the strong wind retreat, Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but doubts arose in his heart - what exactly did Huahun's hint mean?

Why did Tang Zhen want him to kill Yan Zhengming?

If Tang Zhen wanted to stir up chaos in the world, he might want to get rid of Han Yuan, Shang Wannian and others, but he was not unfamiliar with Yan Zhengming - the leader of their Fuyao sect had only a few reverse scales on his body, which could be counted on one hand. As long as no one touched them, he could stay quietly on Fuyao Mountain for the rest of his life and would definitely not take the initiative to cause trouble.

Why would Tang Zhen need to get involved with such a brutal and powerful swordsman for no reason, and even go to so much trouble to trick him into coming to the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain?

Even if Tang Zhen was really crazy and wanted to use him to kill Yan Zhengming, why didn't he do it at Fuyao Mountain?

On Fuyao Mountain, they had spent so much defenseless time together day and night. No matter what means Yan Zhengming used, he would not be able to escape. Why did he have to stay here?

You have to know that the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain is full of dangers, and neither of them can see each other clearly. Since entering here, their nerves have been tense, and a sneak attack is almost impossible.

Why did Tang Zhen think that he could kill Yan Zhengming as long as he took action?

Cheng Qian was originally a Yuanshen cultivator, and he had experienced seven thunder tribulations. He was not as low-level and easy to control as Han Yuan back then. If he found that something was wrong with him, he would definitely resist. If Tang Zhen thought that he could easily hurt the sword cultivators of the Sword God Realm while distracting himself like this, then he was overestimating him.

What use would it be for Tang Zhen to move the painting soul buried in his body at this moment, other than alerting the enemy?

Yan Zhengming woke up after only a moment of unconsciousness. He leaned against the wall in a panic, first feeling the chaotic wind direction in the secret realm, then he took the time to regulate his breath and took a long breath. He then tilted his head to look at the motionless Cheng Qian and said to himself, "He's not dead yet... Hey... When can you get up and comb my hair?"

The ear mark between Cheng Qian's eyebrows seemed to become brighter. As he continued to penetrate the increasingly shaky seal, the familiar burning sensation that seemed to burn him to ashes once again rushed into his internal organs.

This inevitably affected Cheng Qian's consciousness active in the wooden sword, and the wooden sword made a slight "humming" sound.

Yan Zhengming tore his gaze away from Cheng Qian, and suddenly raised his head to look into the depths of the Great Snow Mountain. At just one glance, he suddenly felt an indescribable impulse in his heart, as if something in that secret realm had an indescribable attraction to him, making his heart beat wildly.

However, he did not move. Yan Zhengming's hand slowly stroked the wooden sword in his hand and said to himself, "Strange, I suddenly feel like there is a you who just got out of the bath in there."

Cheng Qian's consciousness, which was trying its best to sense the situation in the world, unfortunately heard these words and was almost shaken away by the shaking wooden sword.

Yan Zhengming stood up three steps away from Cheng Qian, not getting too close to disturb him, yet still keeping him completely within his sight. In this way, he seemed to be able to resist the inexplicable gravitational pull of the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

Yan Zhengming licked his cracked lips slightly, feeling that not only was something wrong with him, but the entire secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain was also beating fast for some reason.

Suddenly, he blinked hard, and saw a ray of light piercing out from the depths of the secret realm, like a handful of pure gold shattered in the darkness. At first there was only a line, and then it slowly spread out, as if millions of golden flowers bloomed in the darkest place.

The mysterious and quiet halo ripples back and forth in the secret realm of ice and snow, reflecting the sparkling waves everywhere, as if it were a fairyland on earth.

The scene is so indescribable that everyone who sees it will hold their breath.

Yan Zhengming was dumbfounded for a long while, and suddenly a guess flashed through his mind - is that the leaf of the Great Snow Mountain Golden Lotus?

Do golden lotus leaves really exist?

The moment the golden light appeared, Cheng Qian felt that the painting soul in his inner palace could no longer be suppressed. The black air instantly occupied his inner palace, and his weak soul was almost submerged in it. Only the corner of his inner palace where Ting Qiankun was located was still barely functioning.

Cheng Qian, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them. His eyes were even colder than when he usually used his skills, and it was almost impossible to see the bottom of them.

Yan Zhengming came back to his senses immediately: "Ancestor, you are finally awake."

Cheng Qian ignored him, his joints made a crisp sound, and then he stood up shakily, his whole body covered with frost. His movements were extremely stiff and unnatural, and the blood-stained frost blade in his hand revealed his undisguised murderous intent.

At this moment, the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand suddenly escaped from his control. It turned out that while he was distracted, Cheng Qian's spiritual consciousness suddenly took over the wooden sword for a short time and shot the sword energy that had accumulated for a long time at himself.

Yan Zhengming grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword, but was still unable to stop it. He watched helplessly as the sword energy penetrated straight into Cheng Qian's body.

Yan Zhengming knew that the evil in the wooden sword was also caused by Cheng Qian. He was shocked and angry and said, "Cheng Qian, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Cheng Qian's body shook, he seemed to feel no pain, frost floated down his neck to his face, a trace of blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he was unaware of it, staring at the front with a lifeless look, his arrogant look looked particularly familiar... Yan Zhengming felt a chill on his spine, that was the painting soul!

Cheng Qian slowly raised the Frost Blade, and the tip of the sword scratched across the ice, making a teeth-grinding sound. He almost staggered as he walked towards Yan Zhengming step by step.

"Does he want to kill me?" This thought flashed through Yan Zhengming's mind quickly. He felt cold from head to toe, and was so confused that he stood there for a moment.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and Yan Zhengming's heart skipped a beat - that's right, the golden lotus leaf!

He didn't care who the person was, and he didn't know when the other party attacked Cheng Qian, but as long as he could get the leaves of the golden lotus, it would be no problem to kill a dozen painting souls.

With this thought in mind, Yan Zhengming suddenly tightened the wooden sword in his hand, no longer allowing Cheng Qian to hurt himself with his sword energy, and flew towards the light source of the golden lotus leaf.

The consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword immediately understood what he was going to do: "Brother! Stop!"

But no one could hear what a sword was saying.

Tang Zhen led them here, and used the strong wind there to stir his soul and trigger the painting soul.

That person is proficient in all kinds of soul spells, why did he choose to draw souls?

In a flash, a guess suddenly flashed through Cheng Qian's mind - because Yan Zhengming had seen the real Painting Soul on the edge of the East China Sea, he could recognize it, and no one in the Fuyao Sect would forget the Painting Soul.

Tang Zhen certainly knew that Cheng Qian could not kill Yan Zhengming, and that was just to alert the enemy. What would be Yan Zhengming's first reaction if he saw him trapped by the Painting Soul?

It goes without saying - big nasturtium leaves.

At that moment, the spiritual consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword fluctuated violently, almost affecting Yan Zhengming's internal organs. Yan Zhengming felt the familiar spiritual consciousness and paused instinctively.

Cheng Qian decisively withdrew his spiritual consciousness hidden in the wooden sword back into his inner palace, and with the sword energy of a sheathed sword cultivator that came from the wooden sword, he directly chopped at Ting Qiankun's seal.

The seal that was already loosening fell apart in an instant, and the sealed spiritual object in his inner palace shone brightly, as if it would singe his internal organs. The evil magic between Cheng Qian's brows was swept away like a dead tree or rotten wood, and the painting soul was reduced to ashes in an instant.

Then, a more severe test came.

Cheng Qian's entire body seemed to be on fire. The fine frost that had just condensed on his body began to melt visibly, and in a blink of an eye, it soaked his hair and clothes. The connection between his soul and body was suddenly severed, just like the first time many years ago when he was almost struck out of his body by the heavenly calamity before his body was formed with the Spirit Gathering Jade.

Cheng Qian lost control of his body and fell down.

The secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain trembled. Yan Zhengming ignored the fact that he was hit by the painting soul and grabbed Cheng Qian's hand and pulled him into his arms, thinking: "If he wants to kill me, let him kill me."

Yan Zhengming almost shivered from the heat of Cheng Qian's body. Then, the strong wind that had disappeared came flying over again, and the sharp blade ran around in the secret realm like a wild horse, completely out of control.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian tightly. Almost at the same time, the secret realm under their feet suddenly collapsed. Yan Zhengming used sword energy to attack and defend himself and Cheng Qian, forming a protective film that wrapped the two of them and rolled into the depths of the secret realm.