The little green donkey came out of the spirit beast bag and barked unexpectedly. It's just that the cry is a little strange, not the usual excited and long-winded, but a high-pitched and miserable scream.

Seeing that strings of blood flowers quickly bloomed on the little green donkey's body, Han Mengli immediately stuffed it back into the spirit beast bag, and then looked at Su Jinge with a strange look.

Su Jinge was worried about remorse at first, and then the depressed boulder in her heart moved away, and she only felt that it was indescribably happy from the top of her head to her toes. It doesn't matter who that voice is or what purpose it is. In the end, what I heard from it was true. What cut her to pieces at that moment was not the backlash of the broken seal, but the ubiquitous wind in the snow-capped mountains. In this case, except for Han Mengli, who is quenched with gentian, no one else will be able to enter.

She was not abandoned. It's just that they can't get in.

Su Jinge couldn't help laughing, the more he laughed, the louder he became, and his body began to tremble when he laughed.

Han Mengli's eyes became more and more strange when she looked at her. Her breath was pure, not like it was stained with anything; The stability of the soul is not like being taken away; Pulse probing did not notice that she had a fever. Looking left and right, she couldn't see anything wrong, so Han Mengli simply stopped paying attention to her, put a large handful of pills in her mouth, and began to breathe.

Su Jinge laughed until he had no strength, and simply lay on his back in the snow, looking at the snow flakes and the storm at this time, he felt quite magnificent.

The little green donkey suffered for no reason this time, remembering that he promised to take it out to find an opportunity, but he kept it stuffed in the spirit beast bag, and he only remembered it whenever he needed it. Su Jinge felt a little guilty. A thought moved it into space. Now this space has become a place for spirit beasts to heal their wounds, and when she enters again, I'm afraid that Wu Niang and Xiao Qing Donkey won't even leave a single grass for her.

Han Mengli breathed for a few hours, stood up and recited Su Jinge again.

Su Jinge poked Han Mengli's shoulder with his chin, and laboriously stretched out his arm and pointed to the side.

The visual distance in the snowstorm was not large, and Han Mengli could only vaguely see that the mountain in that direction was slightly steeper.

"You're going to get down?"

The corners of Su Jinge's mouth twitched, and he corrected: "We." ”

Han Mengli was silent for a moment, "Clothes." ”

At this time, the clothes on the two of them were already in tatters, and it was always inappropriate to go down the mountain like this.

The robes were taken out one by one. One by one, they turned into rags in the wind and snow. The lower grades even dissipated directly. The two of them didn't care about those, they just wore their robes one by one. Layer by layer, although there is still bare skin, but it is much stronger than just now.

Han Mengli carried Su Jinge to the steep mountain. The movement was coherent, and he placed her on the ground in one go. Give it a hard push. Then he fell on the spot. Tumbling down.

At the foot of the mountain, several Yuanying monks were standing on the edge of the wind and snow world. Except for the few Jindan monks who arranged for the evacuation of their disciples, the Jindan monks from various sects who came to Cangwu were also here.

Su Jinge is nothing more than a foundation building monk. But he was able to delay the birth of that force with his own strength, and exchanged his life for the smooth progress of the seal. This makes every monk respect from the bottom of his heart. Just like the thousands of monks who completely solved the problem of ghost cultivation at the cost of their own lives.

This time, among the monks who came to Cangwu, the lowest was to build a foundation. But in the end, it was these people who solved the problem. More than a dozen monks had some inexplicable feelings in their hearts.

The thousands of monks who had been sleeping in the wilderness had turned themselves into runes, and their bones could not be brought out. The wind and snow in Cangwu Mountain had the power to destroy half of the Zhongyuan Continent, and Su Jinge's bones could not be recovered. When they were about to return, a female cultivator rushed out of the Fuguang faction, stubbornly rushing into the vast wind and snow of Cangwu Mountain, wanting to pick up Su Jinge's bones.

After she rushed into the mountain, the natal primordial lamp was not extinguished for a long time. Upon hearing the news, the monks of all the factions who were able to walk away rushed here. Waiting quietly, ready to welcome the remains of the foundation building monk, in this way to show respect for the monks who fell for the safety of the Zhongyuan Continent this time.

From the time this Fuguang disciple named Han Mengli entered Cangwu Mountain to this time, a day and night had passed. Her natal lamp was still burning tenaciously, and although the fire was not bright, it had no tendency to be extinguished.

The Natal Yuan Divine Lamp engraved with the unique mark of the Fuguang Sect was being held in the hands of Zhifei Zhenren at this moment, his eyes were staring at the lamp for a moment, and his face was obviously uneasy.

Behind Zhifei Zhenren stood a chubby foundation disciple, who was accompanying him with a look of chagrin. I secretly slapped my mouth in my heart: I have many mouths and many tongues, and I really want to tell Senior Sister Han what Senior Sister Su is doing. This time, if Senior Sister Han had a case, Fuguang would have lost another elite disciple. And he doesn't have to wait to return to Fuguang to be held accountable, this Zhifei uncle is afraid that he will dismantle his bones as soon as possible.

Qi Shenyan turned his intestines blue at this moment. Peeked at Duan Qingya, who was standing in front of him, and looked at the scars on his body, only to feel that there was little hope. Even the Yuanying Monk couldn't withstand the storm, Senior Sister Su, a small foundation-building monk, where could she leave any bones. Senior Sister Han seems to have some chance to survive in it. But this one is notoriously eccentric and stubborn, if she can't find Senior Sister Su's bones, she won't come out. Then the consequences will be very bad. It's just that I'm no longer afraid of the storm, drag the seriously injured body in, and stay for a long time.

Qi Shenyan thought of this, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He looked up and sighed bitterly. This breath was only half sighed, and the other half was suppressed alive, and the air flow choked him and coughed violently. He coughed, his eyes widened, and he stretched out his finger to the Cangwu Mountain in the wind and snow.

Because of the seal, it can't be swept in with divine consciousness outside. All of them can only tell with their eyes. Qi Shenyan's eyes were good, but among the monks present, his eyes were the worst. Everyone has already seen the two clusters of flowers rolling down from the snow-capped mountain. It's just that I can't guess the situation, so it's not good to export rashly.

Duan Qingya and Zhifei Zhenren didn't think about that. After seeing the colorful mass, he rushed over. A wall of flowers suddenly appeared in front of them, and the beautiful incense wind blocked them. After the flower wall disappeared, Hanfei Zhenjun had already grabbed ahead of them. The shawl on her body turned into a ray of light, rolling out the two people who had rolled down the mountain. The rain of flowers covered the bodies of the two nuns in an instant.

At this time, Hanfei Zhenjun's shawl had turned into wisps of rags.

Zhifei Zhenren stepped forward, took out a magic robe from the storage bag, and covered Han Mengli's body. Only then did he begin to take a closer look at her injuries.

The crowd immediately realized something, even though it was covered by flowers. The male cultivators still couldn't look at them anymore, and turned around one after another.

Duan Qingya was overjoyed to see that Su Jinge and Han Mengli were still alive. He thanked Hanfei Zhenjun and said, "Thank you Hanfei Zhenjun." He glanced at the fragments of the shawl that Hanscarlet Zhenjun had dropped on the ground. He immediately took out a dazzling stone and offered it with both hands. "Even the Han Scarlet True Monarch has damaged the treasure. This mine is called Phoenix Night Color, please don't dislike it. ”

Hanfei Zhenjun didn't pick it up, just stared straight at Su Jinge. In fact, among the monks present, except for a few of the Fuguang sect, they were not in a state. The other monks realized that something was wrong.

Didn't you say that it was a foundation-building monk on the Cangwu Snow Mountain? How could this breath belong to a Jindan monk? Could it be that there are others in the Cangwu Snow Mountain besides the foundation building monk of the Fuguang Sect?

A drop of rain fell on the back of the Tianyin Sect's Yuanjue Master's hand. He felt a subtle aura seep into his body from that little damp place. He looked up. I saw a clear sky and a bright sun. The raindrops began to fall thinly, and gradually became a curtain of rain.

The surrounding aura slowly poured into Su Jinge's body. Like countless gurgling streams, and like the drizzle in front of her, silently moistening and filling her limbs.

The aura burst into the sky. The scattered grass plants around grew wildly, and in a matter of moments, they grew into lush greenery. There were two rainbows under the bright sun, one brighter and the other darker, very beautiful.

On the other side of the wind and snow world, through the never-ending raging wind knives, messy and horizontal snowflakes,. On the top of the mountain, which was shrouded in the power of madness, a shadow that ordinary monks could not see quickly faded. All that remains is its boundless resentment: it has failed countless times, but not once has it been so humiliating as it is today. It's just a shame, but this girl doesn't ask questions to break through. It failed countless times to summarize the nirvana, and it was ruined by a second goods. It had painstakingly studied for years to make the illusion so real. But what are these two things doing in there? Eat, eat, eat! Shop around! That's it, there are still scattered stones all over the street.

People nowadays really don't understand how to fix it.

At the foot of the mountain, on the other side of the wind and snow world.

In the drizzle, everyone's faces changed a few times. This rain has the miraculous effect of healing dark wounds. There is no spiritual cloud, and there is still a big sun, although it is a little weird, but it can be determined that this is spiritual rain! It's still a rare kind of spiritual rain that is very beneficial to monks. Although the order is incorrect, it can still be seen that this is a celestial phenomenon of Yudan.

It's not that there are other monks in the mountains, but this one who has formed the golden pill.

Whoever married Dan didn't take the last three years and five years. It was the genius who came out of the Hehuan Sect thousands of years ago with bad luck, and it took half a year. It's only been a few days, how did it become a golden pill. Besides, when they were in the wilderness that day, they could all see clearly that this female cultivator was not even a half-step golden pill.

Hanfei Zhenjun glanced at the two Jindan monks of the Hundred Flowers Sect who were meditating behind him, and then glanced at the two female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect. couldn't help but sigh lightly, and reached out to grab the phoenix night color in Duan Qingya's hand. stepped on the flowers everywhere and came to Su Jinge. didn't use spiritual power, but squatted down himself, took out a piece of his own clothes, and covered her.

It's really worrying, Hanfei Zhenjun remembers that she wasn't like this back then. Since giving birth to an unconscious daughter, she has slowly become what she is now. Speaking of which, this child seems to be many years younger than Ying Tao. The corners of Hanscarlet Zhenjun's lips unconsciously brought a smile. When she let go of the corner of her clothes and her fingers inadvertently touched Su Jinge's shoulder, a touch of blush flashed in her eyes.

Hanscarlet Zhenjun made a dust purification spell to remove Su Jinge's bloodstained body. When she stood up, she deliberately fanned the corner of her clothes that covered her shoulders.

It wasn't a blood mark, it was a birthmark. The shape of this birthmark was inexplicably familiar, and she always felt that she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a while. The monk's memory is so good that he can barely remember it. She couldn't remember, so it was probably when she saw it as a child. Faintly, Hanfei Zhenjun felt that this shape was very important to her, but she couldn't say why.

She had always believed in her hunch. Originally, because of appreciation and respect, the heart for Su Jinge has been added a few points at this moment.

The people who poked the Fuguang faction here were all male cultivators, and after the celestial phenomena dissipated, Hanfei Zhenjun lifted Su Jinge onto his flying magic weapon.

Her flying magic weapon is a luxury car pulled by Qingluan. Treasure top flower wall, tassel embellished with pearls. Of course, this car is capable of insulating the divine sense.

Su Jinge had recovered a little at this time, and she bowed and saluted: "Zhenjun takes care of it like this, and the younger generation is grateful." ”

Hanfei Zhenjun helped her up and smiled slightly: "It doesn't have to be like this. As he spoke, he handed her a storage bag, "This is from that little fat man." ”

Su Jinge took it and found that it was actually a light purple and light pink smoke yarn loose flower skirt. Many vestments can be adjusted to suit the size of the wearer. This one also falls into this category. Su Jinge naturally fits well, but this color makes her embarrassed and embarrassed. She had always liked goose yellow and light green, and she had never worn such a light pink.

There is also a piece of jade paper in the storage bag, and there are only two lines of words in it: Senior Sister Su, I have paid you all the robes that are ready to please your sweetheart. You must remember to tell Senior Sister Han and ask her to say a few good words to me in front of Uncle Zhifei.

Su Jinge had a black line on his head, and he knew with his toes that the matter of being trapped in Cangwu Snow Mountain was spread to Han Mengli's ears. made Han Mengli rush into Cangwu Mountain with his injuries. Zhifei Zhenren is a well-known calf protector and a caring apprentice. Although the final result is that everyone is happy, it is difficult to guarantee that non-real people will not wear small shoes for this product.

If she didn't have this big mouth, she would probably still be lying in the Cangwu Mountain right now. Qi Shenyan also indirectly saved her. This is something she will naturally do.

Hanfei Zhenjun's gorgeous cart slowly rose into the air, and several monks of the Fuguang Sect naturally rushed to the front of the cart. The monks at the foot of the mountain also took out their magic weapons and prepared to return. When leaving, they all involuntarily glanced at the snow-capped mountains behind the wind and snow world.

Didn't it mean that the power in it was enough to destroy half of the Zhongyuan Continent, and didn't it mean that even if the Avatar Cultivator entered, he would be twisted into a puddle of minced meat? Why did one or two of them come out with all beards and tails, and one of them also weirdly got married.

The light rises into the air. No one noticed, and the always serious and upright Baode Zhenjun who fell at the end quietly stretched his hand into the wind and snow realm. Then the face twitched and retracted the bloody hand. As if nothing had happened, he threw out the flying magic weapon and turned into a ray of light and flew towards the station.

(To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the tickets for the children's shoes~