Floods, white rainbows, and blizzards, all of which surprised Ling Ruofeng and the few Fanbang strangers, stood in a poplar forest about twenty miles away from Shahu Lake, and did not help any of them, nor did they leave.

In this way, the battle between the formation and the power of heaven and earth was carried out, and they couldn't intervene if they wanted to, but such a spectacle was rare for a thousand years, and of course they were reluctant to leave.

They had aura and could still watch quietly, but the few ordinary people and small birds and beasts left around the Sand Lake and the border city had been stunned, and even if they woke up after the matter was over, neither they nor they would remember what had happened.

The water whirlpool in the sand lake was bigger, and the speed of rotation was also faster, and the huge suction force pulled Zhatso's white robe to spread out, and from a distance, it looked as if a white cloud with gold trim was about to be swallowed by the turbid yellow water whirlpool.

Zacuo tried his best to fight against the suction, but from the siege of the city, the diversion of floods, and the stealing of qi to this time, he had not rested, and he already felt exhausted and his aura was not continuous.

"...... Whoop ......"

After all, Zacuo was still sucked into the whirlpool, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Ling Shan: Leng Qiulang, you use the entire Ling Shan's origin divine power to deal with me, you are ruthless! But if you meet a strong opponent again, what else can you use to protect Ling Shan? If I can make a comeback, I will destroy you so that you don't even have to think of you!

Yes, even if Cheng Haofeng had already laid out the formation in Ningcui Lake, and Hu Xianxian used his aura to urge the formation to change the mountains and rivers, it was still difficult to defeat the mechanism that Zacuo had planned for hundreds of years, which was the mechanism that stole the luck of the mountains and rivers within a radius of thousands of miles from Lingshan!

Leng Qiulang's dragon body is integrated into the Lingshan Mountain Range, not only to protect Lingshan, but of course to have the power of the origin of heaven and earth, when he escorted Maitaha across Lingshan to Fuke City, Hu Xianxian repeatedly begged for help, and he agreed.

He used the power of the origin to suppress Zacuo, and if there was a crisis in Lingshan in the future, Hu Xianxian would definitely help.

The blizzard is about to stop, the thick dark clouds are gradually dispersing, and the bright sun shines on the small snowflakes that reflect the colorful streamers.

The wind and waves in the sand lake have also calmed down, and thin ice has condensed on the water surface, the ice is as clear as a mirror, and the reflection of the sun, blue sky, and snowflakes in the mirror is covered with colored light and mist, as if forming another real sky.

There was always a circle of water the size of a copper basin in the center of the water mirror, and a feather floated in the water.

It was a light gray peacock feather, so rustic that it didn't look like a peacock feather. Peacock feathers are mostly gorgeous and dazzling in blue, green, gold, and purple, and there is almost no light gray.

The feather floated in the water, then swirled upwards and flew into the sky.

As the feathers flew, the wind and snow completely stopped, and the surrounding sky and earth were all breathless, as if suppressed by this small feather.

"This ...... Yun Puling?! "There was a looming dragon shadow in the continuous snow peaks above Ling Mountain that had not melted for thousands of years, and the dragon shadow trembled slightly and let out a startled roar.

"Yes, it's Yun Puling!" The ice surface of the sand lake was cracked like a net, and the arrogant and evil voice of Zha Cuo was heard.

When the last word he said fell, the cracked ice completely shattered, and Zhatso flew out of the sky, bringing up countless broken ice!

Flying towards the sun, grabbing Yun Puling in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes revealed a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

All the descendants with the blood of the Peacock King should have the magic weapon transformed by the natal feathers, the Peacock King has the Yuan Kong Ling, and Leng Qiulang has the Yanguang Ling, but even after Zacuo awakens the pure Peacock King bloodline, he does not have the natal magic weapon, but when he is facing the danger of being suppressed for many years, he actually gets the magic weapon transformed by the natal feathers!

Yun Puling, seemingly simple appearance, but has the strongest and strongest atmosphere!

Only the first ancestor of the peacock clan has transformed into Yun Puling, however, why did Zha Cuo turn into Yun Puling?

This question puzzled Leng Qiulang and made Zacuo himself unable to figure it out, but Zacuo didn't want to think about it, and lightly twisted Yun Puling on his chest, ready to attack Leng Qiulang.

Zha Cuo only has a very small amount of spiritual energy, and Leng Qiulang is also exhausted, he wants to use this residual spiritual energy to test the power of Yun Puling, and he also wants to hit Leng Qiulang hard!

Yun Puling moved slightly, it seemed that the sky and the earth also moved slightly, Leng Qiulang's looming dragon shadow trembled and twitched like a lightning strike, and Ling Shan also trembled.

A black light flashed in Zacuo's eyebrows, a sneer on the corner of his lips, and he turned around and flew towards Luodu, the capital of Fanbang.

Seeing from afar that Zacuo was about to retreat to Luodu, Ling Ruofeng and those few Fanbang strangers were also going to follow, but when he inadvertently looked back at Ling Shan, Ling Ruofeng's heart ached irrepressibly.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Ruofeng flew to Ling Mountain, and arrived at a lonely peak that stood steeply on many peaks, Ling Ruofeng sat on the top of the peak, his hands dancing like butterflies through flowers, and poured his aura to stabilize the trembling mountain range without hesitation.

Ling Shan was steady, Ling Ruofeng reclined down tiredly, and laughed at himself: Why do you want to do such a profitless thing, just because she was the goddess of Ling Shan, and she has an inexplicable relationship with this Ling Shan?

"Thank you for your help, Leng Qiulang thanked Ling for Ling Mountain...... Girl......" Leng Qiulang's weak voice floated in, and he paused for a moment to call Ling Ruofeng "girl".

If it is called "goddess" and "Yuanjun", it is not appropriate for Ling Ruofeng to be a sin immortal at this time, and it is not appropriate to call it "mage" or "master", then unmarried women can be called "girls", and they can be called girls.

Ling Ruofeng didn't answer, how many years has no one called her "Miss Ling" or "Miss Ling"? She gritted her teeth and flew out of the mountain with mixed emotions.

When she was about to leave the mountain, a bright white light flashed on the lone peak where she had sat cross-legged!

The light pierced through the clouds and mist, and a wheel-shaped artifact flew out in an instant, shooting straight towards Ling Ruofeng.

Although there was a strong wind, Ling Ruofeng didn't feel the slightest murderous aura, and even felt that the artifacts flying out of the ice and snow had a little familiarity.

I couldn't help but reach out and take the object and look closely, it was a delicate wheel-shaped utensil about the size of a soup bowl, the whole body was crystal clear and translucent like ice carving, but I only felt warm and not cold in my hand.

Ling Ruofeng caressed this thing with his fingertips, and named it the Ice Wheel, not understanding why he got this Ice Wheel, he could only think that it was due to his own fate, and it was difficult to calculate the heavenly opportunity.

Leaving Ling Mountain, Ling Ruofeng first went to Luodu to meet Zha Cuo, inquired about the situation, and learned that although he was weak due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy, his skills had improved after obtaining Yun Puling.

Zha Cuo had to recuperate for a while, and there was nothing to do, so Ling Ruofeng said goodbye and left, returning to the Night City to find the Ghost King.

All the borders of Fanbang and the French Dynasty are firmly defended, there is no war, and Hu Xianxian in Ningcui Garden on the outskirts of the border city has been in a coma for a day and a night and has not woken up.

Metaha was undressed and waited aside, Tang Caier anxiously called her twice every once in a while, and Metahawen said, "Let her rest more, don't worry, it's okay." ”

Tang Caier is a child's heart in the end, she wants to eat when she is bored after sitting for a long time, and she falls asleep while eating.

When she slept enough and opened her eyes, Hu Xianxian also woke up, and the time was already on the morning of the seventh day of the lunar month.

Because of the fact that Zha Cuo seized the city to celebrate his birthday, more than half of the people in the world knew the date of Hu Xianxian's birthday, and some qualified people traveled thousands of miles to celebrate his birthday.

Hu Xianxian's head was still dizzy and uncomfortable, and the little guy who was rumored to have a guest visiting outside the door ran so much that his legs were about to break, and then Metaha asked them to go to the border city to wait, and said that he would not accept any gifts, and in the evening, he would hold a birthday banquet for Hu Xianxian, and let the guests wait for the banquet.

After giving these orders, Metaha rode back to the city to celebrate the birthday feast, and many guests entered the city with him. From early morning to evening, caravans can occasionally be seen on the roads in all directions to the border city, and about a tenth of the people in the border city have returned, and they are slowly gaining popularity.

With Metaha to help receive those people, Hu Xianxian joked with Tang Cai'er for a long time, and later gathered spiritual energy to check whether the meridians were damaged.

When I checked myself, I didn't find any problems with the meridians, and I only fainted that day because I had consumed too much aura, and I also found that the imperial envoy Jin Bojian seemed to be more handy.

Hu Xianxian tried it a few times, and the power that the Merry Jin Bojian could exert in her hands was even greater, and the power of summoning the Wind and Dust Female Clone Imperial Weapon was also greatly increased.

The dust doppelganger also said that it was difficult to exert her power before, not only because she was originally delicate and weak, but also because she was ashamed of herself in front of several other doppelgangers, and felt that she was not worthy of using such an artifact.

Since integrating into the Merry Jin Bo Jian, I have seen a lot of life and death, so I have more compassion and less grievances, and I can better understand the spells in the Merry Jin Bo Jian.

Putting away the Merry Jin Bojian, Hu Xianxian was not only glad that he was the one who had the opportunity to be created, but also his heart was full of heaviness because of the heavy responsibility.

Leaning on the railing and relying on the wind, with thousands of thoughts, the innocent Tang Caier seemed to be infected by her emotions, no longer giggling and playing in the snow, but standing quietly beside her, thinking about things with her little head.

Unable to understand what Hu Xianxian was thinking, Tang Cai'er blinked and pouted in frustration.

Seeing her ignorant and aggrieved look, Hu Xianxian couldn't help but smile, put aside her worries for the time being, and said that she would take her into the city to find good food and fun.

The buildings in the city were not much damaged, and Fan Dingyao sent troops to help the people repair them, and the streets were cleaned up in only two days.

Walking slowly all the way, seeing that there was hope for the border city to restore its prosperity, Hu Xianxian felt a little more relaxed.

Walking to the door of Yingxian Pavilion, I saw Gao Youde in the distribution of people to hurry up the dinner, after seeing Hu Xianxian, he greeted him warmly, greeted him politely, and said that Metaha was on the second floor.

I went to the second floor to see Mai Taha, who was writing calligraphy and wrote a lot of sheets, all of which were written with the words "Mai Zuixian".

Hu Xianxian asked with a puzzled look, and Maitaha smiled and said, "It's not well written, don't laugh." This is the Central Plains Han name I gave myself, 'Mai Zuixian', how about it? ”

"Mai Zuixian? Is Young Master Mai ready to learn the exercises to practice while drunk or is he ready to become an immortal with his wine-making skills? If we talk about sake brewing and drinking, it seems more appropriate to call it 'wine fairy'. Hu Xianxian smiled and quipped.

Metaha shook his head and said, "I can't become an immortal, I can only become an immortal in a drunken dream...... Drunk and free hand in hand, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal...... Drunken Immortal ......"

There was a sense of loneliness in his tone, Hu Xianxian looked at him with concern, and he took a long breath and smiled reluctantly to reassure Hu Xianxian.

The unnatural smile pulled up the shallow crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and Hu Xianxian was shocked to realize that Mataha was getting old, and he couldn't help but feel guilty and sad.

Although it is only a very shallow fine line at the corner of the eye, it is also different from the confident, enthusiastic and straightforward Metaha in Hu Xianxian's memory.

Time flies, the name of the year has been changed after the death of Emperor Deyuan, this is the first year of Jiaxiang, the year of the goat, today Hu Xianxian is 28 years old, Mai Taha should be 32 years old, ordinary people should gradually grow wrinkles from this time.