"Snow Soil Fairyland, is it on this pillar?" Zishu Bingchen's gaze continued to go up along the Dao pillar that went straight into the sky and clouds, the ethereal white clouds and mist could not stop his sharp gaze, Zishu Bingchen saw a blurred halo at the top of the Dao pillar as high as 10,000 miles, and next to the halo, a triangular formation trace loomed.

"You see?!" Jiang Yan turned his head to look at Hua Xian in disbelief, and couldn't help but release his divine sense again to probe his (body shēn) body, except for the aura that had just formed the golden pill, he was undoubtedly an ordinary mortal.

Zishu Bingchen Xin (情qíng) was very good, grinned and said, "Master doesn't have to be so nervous, I have no malicious intent. Thinking that he was about to see Murong Limeng, Zishu Bingchen's "Master" was called a willing (情qíng) wish. And he promised Jiang Yan that if she was willing to let him enter the snowy fairyland, he would promise her one thing unconditionally, and he knew that he was as smart as Jiang Yan and would definitely make good use of this opportunity.

This "Master" also made Jiang Yan's heart, which had always been on high alert, less nervous. If a cultivator is sincere in his apprenticeship, he will not go against his heart, and if he does not, he will definitely go into the evil path and never recover. Hua Xian has a face full of righteousness between his eyebrows, and he will never easily do anything that goes against his heart.

"There is no best, and even if there is, under my nose, you don't want to turn out any moths. Jiang Yan smiled confidently, and with a wave of her hand, a teleportation formation in the shape of a triangle appeared near the Dao pillar, "Let's go!" Jiang Yan took the lead in stepping into the formation.

Zishu Bingchen suppressed the joy in his heart, and the smile on his face was obviously a little more, and he hurriedly followed.

The triangular teleportation formation shone with divine light, and instantly teleported the two to the top of the Dao Pillar.

The light of the formation disappeared, and the halo that Zishu Bingchen saw under the Dao pillar exuded a strong pressure, about two meters above the ground, suspended in mid-air. A large amount of aura continued to leak out from the center of the halo, making the halo look like a miniature version of the Milky Way, shining and beautiful.

"Although I don't know what your purpose is in coming to my snowless city to enter the snowy fairyland, I can tell you plainly that whatever you want, you can't get it, because there is nothing in it except a mediocre-looking lotus flower. ”

"Oh? Isn't there another lotus?" Zishu Bingchen was looking for, wasn't that lotus? A faint joy had already crept up in the corners of his eyes.

This hint of joy was keenly captured by Jiang Yan!

"Could it be that Hua Xian are interested in that lotus?" Jiang Yan obviously deliberately told Hua Xian about the existence of that lotus, and Hua Xian's performance also confirmed the guess in her heart. However, for the safety of Murong Limeng, and for the sake of Murong Limeng's chance, she would not sentence Hua Xian to "death" for this. At the very least, let him give it a try, what if the destined person who can make Murong Limeng reborn in Nirvana is Hua Xian?

"I'd love to take a look. Zishu Bingchen admitted it calmly.

"So what are you waiting for?!Let's go inside. Jiang Yan was the first to step into the halo that looked like a miniature version of the Milky Way.

Zishu Bingchen followed into the halo, and the Dao Pillar suddenly shook violently, because the Dao Pillar was plunged straight into the depths of the earth, and this sudden movement immediately caused a strong earthquake.

For a while, the entire snowless city, as well as the towns and villages near the snowless city, were all in a huge panic.

But all of this has nothing to do with Zishu Bingchen, who has entered the snowy fairyland.

He landed in an illusory snowfield, and as far as the eye could see, the fields were covered with snow. At this time, heavy snow slowly fell, and some snowflakes fell on Zishu Bingchen (身shēn) and disappeared directly.

"Hua Xian, over here!" Jiang Yan's voice came from afar, Zishu Bingchen couldn't see her, so he could only quickly fly over to find her in the direction where her voice came from.

Jiang Yan had her back to him and stood on a clean round platform, her long robes scattered on the steps around the round platform, elegant and beautiful.

After Zishu Bingchen soon fell on Jiang Yan's (body shēn), he had already felt the breath of the lonely and beautiful lotus flower, which was in front of Jiang Yan, in the center of the round platform, quietly exuding a faint fragrance.

Zishu Bingchen was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that the woman in the painting was holding a flower with a faint smile on her face, and was slowly walking towards him. His steps were very light and slow, if it weren't for the fragrance of the lotus lingering in his nose all the time, he would have wondered if he had really found Murong Limeng.

In Zishu Bingchen's eyes, there was only the pink lotus, and he didn't notice that Jiang Yan had quietly retreated to the corner of the round platform. Jiang Yan stared at Zishu Bingchen's face carefully without saying a word, trying to see a clue from his expression (情qíng).

At this moment, in Zishu Bingchen's eyes, heart, and mind, there is only the lotus flower transformed by the remnants of Murong Limeng's soul in the world, it is so fragile and small, it is so lonely and strong, it is so beautiful and elegant, just like that, quietly and obscurely, it blooms quietly and obscuritively in the vast snowy fairyland, with no quarrel with the world and no one else.

Murong Limeng's residual breath was captured by Zishu Bingchen's divine sense, and he was so excited that he almost burst into tears. This rare (情qíng) experience made Zishu Bingchen indulge for a long time and could not extricate himself. (身shēn) is the lord of a realm, and time and years have almost lost their meaning to him. For a long, long time, his mood seemed very stable, almost without sorrow or joy, without waves. But such a state is not bad for Zishu Bingchen, but it is not good either. He has no one to talk to, so he can only stand lonely and noble forever on the top of the moon tree, sleeping with the years.

Fortunately, on that human outing, he met Murong Limeng and met such a little girl who made his heart beat faster. That day, she tilted her head and innocently asked him, "Are you a bad person?"

Later, he also quietly photographed her soul on the moon tree several times, which, like her paintings, gave him a touch of warmth in the endless quiet and dark years.

Zishu Bingchen slowly walked towards the center of the round platform, which was a small pool, and there was clear clear water in the small pool. The water reflected the small pink lotus guarded by two lotus leaves.

"If life is only as first seen, how can there be joy and sorrow?"

Jiang Yan, who was far away in the corner of the round platform, heard Zishu Bingchen recite this poem, she always felt familiar, she racked her brains to think about it, and finally was pleasantly surprised to find that this poem seemed to have been chanted by Murong Limeng. For a while, she had secretly instructed Situ Yueying to report Murong Limeng's every move to her, and it was at that time that she seemed to have overheard Situ Yueying say that Mutu Liying sometimes behaved abnormally and said some strange things, which the wolf and the golden spirit beast beside her (body shēn) couldn't understand.