[White cut black crazy batch of evil disciples attack × cold and broken beauty master shou]
[Crazy batch of apprentices with 800 minds + level 10 tea art, white cuts and black cuts are full of ice residue]
[The sick and weak master has lost his beauty and strength in battle, and his sense of fragmentation is directly proportional to his force value]
[Two-way redemption + fateful reincarnation, reversal of the game within the game, glass slag quenched in the sugar]
[World view: System Trap + Heavenly Conspiracy + Twin Karmic Fire + Puppet Forbidden Technique]
When Xie Qingyan jumped from the Zhuxian Platform for the ninety-ninth time, he finally saw the truth clearly.
The so-called book-piercing mission is nothing more than the reincarnation of murderers controlled by heaven.
After resurrecting his life, he cut open the golden elixir and condensed the ice nails, nailing System 009 to the sea of consciousness.
But he didn't expect that the apprentice who had been raised by his own hands had already awakened——
On a full moon night in the cold pool, the Sword Master, wrapped in chains and with his bones torn apart, was pressed against an icicle.
Shen Zhaoye, the reincarnation of the Demon Lord, bit the demon mark on the back of his neck and chuckled: "Master's blood is hotter than that day at the Immortal Execution Platform."
Everyone said that Xie Qingyan raised a wolf that would eat his master.
Only he knew that when the karma of his previous life burned his heart, it was this villain who dug out half of the magic core to save his life.
"The chains are for the way of heaven, and the puppet butterflies are for finding the master."
The young man's magic pattern wrapped around the red thread on his wrist: "Of these eighty-one marks of murder, Master, guess which one is the most painful?"
When the Broken Sword of Frost Moon pierces the embracing chests, the truth emerges wrapped in blood——
The system was actually the soul stripped away by Xie Qingyan himself, and reincarnation was the murderous trap set by the first-generation monks.
"Paving the road with the bones of three hundred generations in exchange for Master's chance of survival."
Shen Zhaoye kissed the blood-stained sword spike before his soul was gone: This time, it's you who will wait for me.
