Chapter 124: Kunlun

On the vast snow-capped mountains, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the top of the mountain is three feet and three minutes into the clouds. m.

The gold-topped stone seat is majestic and solemn, this is the place of the extreme west of the mainland, where the tantric sect is located, and the name is Kunlun.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, there is the name of "Ming Palace".

Colourful prayer flags printed with the Buddha's proverbs hunt in the wind, and the wind above the snow-capped mountains is like a knife, making a loud rattling sound.

Although Kunlun Mountain is cold, the disciples of the Ming Palace's palace today are half-shouldered vermilion robes, chanting scriptures and worshipping the Buddha back and forth, solemn and solemn.

Because the supreme Zen master of Tantra, Zhizang Longshi, is sitting in the palace of the Ming king.

In the palace with magnificent carved beams and painted pillars, the Zhizang Dragon Master is sitting on the throne of Ming, with his eyes slightly closed.

On the mountainside of Kunlun, the white clothes are blowing like silk, and a group of women in snow-white skirts are walking in the wind and howling, stepping on the cold snow-capped mountains step by step.

She was dressed in white and dressed in Shengxue, her face was cold, and her eyebrows were a little cinnabar, stepping down step by step, step by step.

Today is the most important day for the whole western border, the whole Cypriot country.

The red makeup will be in the Ming Palace, and the baptism of the supreme secret master Zhizang Dragon Master will inherit the will of the Tantric Bichen Holy Maiden.

After the blessing of the sixteen secret arts, the Red Makeup Jie will enter the holy realm in one fell swoop, and it is even possible to break through that barrier and become the existence of the strongest being.

For the whole of the Cypriot country, for the whole of the western border, this is undoubtedly the most important thing.

The bright palace is getting closer and closer, but the red makeup is getting colder and colder.

Once upon a time, when she was a child, this Ming palace was solemn and cold, and heavily guarded, but when she entered the cultivation path, she found that this Ming palace was so mysterious and unpredictable that it was difficult to conquer.

The Zen masters of the Vajra Sect and the Tibetan Sect, as well as the Holy Maiden of Bichen and the Wisdom Hidden Dragon Master, these famous powers, reside in this palace of the Ming King.

When they left the Western Realm and entered the world, they found out how impersonal the Ming Palace was, and what they pursued was the way of heaven.

They have been born, and humanity is no longer what they seek.

After today's inheritance, the Holy Maiden of Bichen hidden in the sea of consciousness of relieving red makeup will become one with the consciousness of dissolving red makeup, and there will be no hindrance to the detoxification of red makeup under the realm of the god king, and she will also inherit the mantle of the Wisdom Hidden Dragon Master and become the next generation of the supreme secret master of Tantra.

Xie Hongxiang suddenly saw a little bird, a 10,000-year-old glacier on the snow-capped mountains, lifeless, and even plants were extremely rare, so this red bird was particularly special and dazzling.

Bright red like blood, blood red all over the body, and you can recognize it at a glance when you remove red makeup, this is the blood finch she raised.

The blood finch was obviously not used to the extreme cold on Kunlun Mountain, so it fluttered a few times, fell on the shoulder of the red makeup, and shook its head to comb its feathers.

The red makeup gently stroked the bright red feathers of the blood finch, and his heart was mixed.

Suddenly, the bloody finch opened its mouth and chirped, and it sounded in the ears of the red makeup.

Xie Hong's expression changed from lonely and calm to cheerful, and finally turned into uncontrollable excitement, so he turned around with the blood sparrow and went down the mountain with a long skirt.

She ran down the mountain as if she were flying, and her cheerful laughter echoed throughout the Kunlun mountainside.

These palace maids who were originally following behind Xie Hong's makeup, after being stunned, followed Xie Hong's makeup down the mountain.

They hadn't seen her like this for a long time since she had returned to Cisse three years ago.

At the moment when the red makeup was removed and the mountain was removed, the Wisdom Dragon Master slowly opened his eyes.

The most mysterious person in Tantra is not an old man in his last years, on the contrary, he is a middle-aged man with a simple face and no weather, only his eyes are full of vicissitudes.

Tantric Zhizang Dragon Master, who is revered by the world as the closest person to God in this Kyushu, got up at this moment and walked into the darkness of the Ming Palace.

Under the throne of Ming, there was still a young man with a long sword in his hand.

Xie Zhong hung in a military uniform, standing calmly under the stone seat of King Ming, only when the Zhizang Dragon Master left, his eyes were raised, looking outside the palace, looking down the mountain.

He had a faint feeling that he could hear a woman's laughter like a silver bell, as if he could see a white robe running happily down the mountain

Xie Zhonghang suddenly remembered that when he was a child, the little girl with braided hair followed him like a fart, riding a horse with him on the grassland in the west.

At that time, she was in her arms, and she smiled as kindly and cheerfully as she was, and since then, Xie Zhonghang has made a vow in his heart that he will marry her in this life.

But now, the distance between them is getting longer and deeper, like a black abyss, with no bottom visible.

The figure of Xie Hong's makeup was like a light wind, blowing through the palace gate, blowing through the corridor, blowing through the stables of the Xisai Palace, and finally drifted to a group of snow-white jujube red horses, riding it out of the city towards the north.

There, it's a reckless territory.

There, news came from Li Changfeng.

In the palace of King Cisse, Xie Cangshan looked at the distant wind and sand in the north, and muttered: "Is it worth it for an irresponsible stinky boy?"

Yan Kingdom, northern border.

The Northern Xinjiang Wang Division once advanced the front to the north of Yanshan, and with the help of the natural danger of Yanshan and the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain, the army of Yanguo lost its armor and retreated.

General Wang Mang of Northern Xinjiang once thought that victory was in his hands, and it was only a matter of time before he forced Yan into the grassland so that he would not step on Yan Mountain again.

However, it wasn't until three years ago that the crown prince of Yan joined the Northern Front, and at first he was just a child, and he did not have the ability to change the situation of the war.

But this prince of Yan State has a very high understanding of marching and fighting, and in the past three years, he has almost snatched back almost all the lost territory lost by Yan State, and even compressed the front to Yanshan for a time, if it were not for General Wang Mang personally leading the army to defend Yanshan, I am afraid the consequences would be unimaginable.

Xiahou Chan has experienced three years of battlefield baptism, and has already changed from an immature teenager to a handsome general.

He walked like the wind, and after leaving the frontline battlefield, he rode straight back to his camp.

The outside of the house was wrapped in layers, and there were cultivators on both sides, and if it weren't for those cultivators who were not born in the world, the rest of the people would not be able to get close to his tent at all.

He looked silently at the map on the wall, lost in thought.

The northern border has stretched to the west of Yanshan, and this is not a battle that can end in a short time.

With such a large battlefield, the role that cultivators can bring is already minimal, and it can hardly have any impact on the entire battle situation except for guarding the safety of key people.

Not to mention that these practitioners have seen through the world, and rarely participate in the battles of the human world.

Could it be that the people of Yan Kingdom will always be in this dire situation?

Xiahou Chan couldn't answer this question, what he could do now was to completely drive Wang Mang's army in the Central Plains back to the south of Yanshan in order to compete for more right to speak.

Yanshan is the core area of the war in northern Xinjiang, and it is a place where Yan is not allowed to take a step back.

He was pondering, when suddenly a soldier outside the house entered the house to report: "General Xiahou, the luncheon has been prepared, and his subordinates have asked people to prepare it." ”

Xiahou Cicada didn't reply: "Okay, let's go." ”

The soldier turned to leave, but just walked to the door and was called to stop: "Wait!"

Xiahou Chan turned around and said, "There is no need to prepare a luncheon in the future, today's food will be distributed, and I can ask the reserve army to prepare a bowl of braised elbow for me." ”

The soldier wondered, "Braised elbows?"

Xiahou Chan smiled and said, "You call the back kitchen, I'll teach him how to do it!"

The soldier hurriedly responded and retreated.

Xiahou Chan suddenly remembered that three years ago, in the days of Bailigou and Li Changfeng, they drank wine and admired the moon in the middle of the night, and rode horses during the day.

All the way until the separation in the garrison city, now three years have passed, and Li Changfeng has not heard from him, but Xiahou Chan still thinks of this strange friend from time to time.

At this moment, Li Changfeng was sneezing wildly in the dense forest in the northwest, so he rubbed his nose and muttered: Is it who is thinking about me? Is it Xiaoxue or the girl with red makeup, or don't hold on?

Naturally, he didn't know that it was a man who thought of him.

At this moment, Li Changfeng suddenly stopped and looked coldly ahead.

There was no one in front of him, but Li Changfeng was staring at it with blazing eyes.

Three years ago, he remembered that in the 700,000 mountains of Nanyue, when he first met Wenren Lixue, the two of them fell into the illusion of a strange beast riding the yellow, and walked the previous road over and over again.

At that time, he had not yet broken through the sea and led the tide, so naturally he couldn't feel anything unusual, and when he found out that something was wrong, he had been walking in the illusion for a long time.

And this place is thousands of miles away from Nanyue, and it is the extreme west and north of the entire Kyushu, but Li Changfeng still perceives the same illusion.

Someone has set up an illusion here, if Li Changfeng takes another step forward, maybe the surroundings will be completely different.

So instead of moving forward, he squatted down and gently twisted the black soil under his feet.

This soil was pinched like a sharp thorn in his hand, and then it was thrown out by Li Changfeng, but it turned into a long rainbow, shooting straight ahead, bursting out of a flame, burning like a lion, fierce and steely.

However, when the burning stab reached about a hundred meters in front of it, it could no longer be saved, and the burning flame was like a hand that pinched the flame and then snuffed it out.

The thorns also turned into powder, leaving no trace.

Li Changfeng saw that person, when the other party had not yet used the true yuan, he hid in the illusion, but once the other party used the true yuan, he couldn't escape Li Changfeng's eyes.

just saw the other party, but Li Changfeng's eyes widened, his face was full of incredulity, and he seemed to be able to stuff eggs in his mouth.

"Xiaoxiaobai?"

The person standing in front of him has vertical eyes, white hair and a purple and gold crown on his head, who is Cheng Huang who is not Sao Bao?

But this guy actually ran from Nanyue to the northwest, and he didn't recognize Li Changfeng when he looked at his appearance, after all, Li Changfeng had been traveling abroad for three years, and his appearance was already very different, and at this time, he was hidden in a black robe, and it was common for him to be unable to distinguish.

Chenghuang frowned and said, "What are you looking at?"