At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The dead body was broken, and the dead body was broken.

When Duan Chenyi was completely turned into bones, a mysterious man in a black robe came out.

He just glanced at the skeleton and shook his head: "It can't even deal with a seriously injured Free Realm. It seems that perfection is not enough."

The black-robed man took off his hat and revealed a pale face. It was the closed disciple of the former Wudang head - Wang Changqing.

At this moment, Wang Changqing had completely lost the immortal spirit in the Ten Thousand Mountains. What he had was just a corpse full of evil, like a walking corpse.

He walked slowly to the ice throne and pressed the button on the throne armrest. There was a rumbling sound, and the whole ice palace shook. The ice cones seemed to be about to fall.

An ice coffin slowly rose in front of the throne, and inside it was a woman, a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a breath of transcendence.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, and she lay quietly and peacefully inside like a jade sculpture.

Wang Changqing's eyes revealed a trace of sadness. He reached out and gently stroked the ice coffin.

The flood of years on his body swept away the wasted time and the years, and what was left was only a body buried by hatred and deeply engraved.

"Su Chen... please wait for me, soon I will bury this decadent dynasty forever in the land of dry bones." Wang Changqing murmured to himself.

"The world is unfair, I will take it myself!"

He walked slowly to the center of the ice palace, waved his hands gently, and strange runes flashed on the ground, forming an ancient magic circle, and countless talismans flew out from the air.

Wang Changqing took out a blood-colored pill from his arms and swallowed it without hesitation.

Suddenly, a powerful force surged into his body, which made Wang Changqing's eyes instantly become ferocious, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his aura rose steadily.

There were countless rich blood energies entangled around him, as if to devour him. Wang Changqing let out a low roar, his eyes were full of bloodshot, his fists were clenched, and his bones crackled all over his body.

However, he underestimated the extremely evil blood energy around him. Facing the ghosts crying and howling around him, Wang Changqing's aura gradually weakened.

There were thousands of corpses under the entire ice palace. They suffered inhuman torture during their lifetime and continued to resent after death.

The initiator of all this was Wang Changqing. The seed of hatred in his heart made him touch the taboo.

In the past few decades, he has traveled all over the world and collected all the most evil secrets in order to break through his own limits.

And he did this for only one purpose, that is, to take revenge on the Beili Dynasty.

He will never forget that day when he and Su Chen escaped from hell and stepped into the desperate death again.

Before the people who had survived after suffering hardships and thought they could rebuild their homes died, the desperate struggle echoed in their minds.

"Why... Aren't we the people of Beili? Why would our own army point cannon fodder at us."

"Mother... Woo woo woo... I'm scared!"

"Oh my God! Why do you treat us like this? What did we do wrong!"

The collapse and despair of the people before their death were all transmitted to his mind, but the only response to them was the ruthless artillery fire.

The cannon fodder destroyed not only the people who had just returned from the brink of death, but also the Taoist leader who was full of expectations for the world and hope for the human world, the peerless genius who practiced both Taoism and body in Wudang for three hundred years.

Wang Changqing's skin began to crack, blood oozed out, and his face became extremely distorted and terrifying.

"You are all right, it is this world that is wrong, it is the high imperial power that is wrong!"

Wang Changqing forced himself to endure the pain and recited an obscure spell.

Only the Taoist priests of Wudang knew that the decline of Wudang did not begin with the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition, but the leader of Wudang who practiced both Taoism and body, the last disciple of the headmaster, who had never seen Wudang for three hundred years.

With the sound of the spell, the blood in the formation surged like a whirlpool, and the blood that was originally raging all flowed into Wang Changqing's body.

Even more unbearable pain fell on Wang Changqing, and he suddenly felt that his blood vessels were ruptured, and his internal organs were twisted like a knife, making him lose all hope.

"Changqing, this is the medical book I wrote when I was young. It contains all my understanding of medicine. Please promise me to pass it on and don't let my lineage be cut off."

"Changqing, I can't feel my lower body. Do you think it's because I've been too tired in the past three months and lost consciousness?"

"

Changqing...you...why are you crying?"

"Silly, don't cry...I want to cry when you cry..."

"If possible...I really want to...I really want to accompany you, a fool, to travel the world...to be a miraculous doctor..."

"Changqing...I'm so sleepy...I want to take a nap first...When I wake up...you are not allowed to cry again..."

Countless images rolled in his mind, and the woman in the picture was so clear and so beautiful.

But he was no longer able to respond, and blood and tears slid down.

"Ahhhh!!!" Wang Changqing finally couldn't help but burst into a scream.

The forehead was covered with hideous blue veins, and the bloodshot in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Not enough! Not enough! "

Wang Changqing's bones creaked as he continued to chant obscure spells.

As the spell became more rapid, waves of black air surged over his body.

At this moment, a dark cloud suddenly gathered on the top of the Ice Palace.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the dark cloud, and the dark cloud rolled as if it was about to pour down.

Wang Changqing suddenly raised his head, staring at the dark cloud with a pair of red pupils, exuding a terrifying aura, and the whole person looked like a ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.

Heavenly punishment!

Legend has it that only those who have committed great evil and unforgivable crimes will be punished by heaven.

The thundercloud is mixed with infinite power , the might gathered above Wang Changqing's head, and several lightning bolts fell, splitting a hole in the ice palace at once.

Wang Changqing's eyes stayed on the top of the ice palace, and his scarlet eyes stared at the thundercloud.

He laughed wildly, and his laughter was mixed with disdain.

No matter how the dynasty acts, just because it is mixed with the destiny of heaven, no matter what the dynasty does, the way of heaven will not send down thunder punishment.

Even if the dynasty writes the country with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, even if the roads are full of dry bones and frozen people.

The way of heaven will not interfere. The real great evil will not be punished, but they are afraid to punish those who are forced by the world.

"What about the way of heaven? Since you are unfair, I will destroy you! "

Boom!!!

The thunderclouds were filled with deafening noises, as if they were angered by Wang Changqing's disrespect, and issued a deafening thunder.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning descended, rushing straight to Wang Changqing's brow like a lightning snake.

Wang Changqing's eyes suddenly opened, and a chilling light flashed in his pupils, and an unparalleled aura swept out.

"Come on! If you can't kill me today, you will only make me stronger! "

Boom!

The lightning struck Wang Changqing's forehead fiercely. Wang Changqing trembled violently, and blood spit out of his mouth. His breath dropped to the bottom in an instant.

Only his eyes still revealed a strong determination.

Boom!!!

Countless lightning bolts poured down, and each lightning bolt contained the power to destroy the world.

After half an incense stick, the ice palace turned into nothingness, and all the monsters in the ice palace were destroyed by the thunder tribulation. Only the ice coffin was exposed.

The thunder tribulation seemed to avoid it intentionally, and the ice coffin was still intact. , vivid under the dim light.

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the sky regained its color. In the air, there was a bloody mess, and Wang Changqing was charred all over.

His body turned into charcoal, and only his soul was left to support him.

As the thunderclouds dispersed, Wang Changqing fell from the air, and his body hit the ice coffin heavily, without a drop of blood seeping out.

His body had lost all vitality, and his breath was gone.

When the snowflakes were flying and the cold wind was whistling, everything returned to calm.

But next to the ice coffin, there was a charred corpse.