Listening to the words in the vast snow, he was stunned, and he didn't know how to describe his own feelings.

Zhang Zichen is not a murderer, so who will be the murderer?

The whole world was covered with heavy snowfall.

The snow, which was originally stained red with blood, was re-covered with a thick layer of white snowflakes, which made people fall into infinite reverie.

A Zen staff that emitted a pale golden light was inserted into the snow, and the snowflakes could not get close, and were blown away by the heavenly aura on the Zen staff.

About twenty zhang away from the Zen staff, a monk in a tattered robe, with a pale face, sat upright, meditating with his eyes closed.

In the palm of this monk's hand, a small True Source Stone was really providing him with the aura that his body needed.

Actually, Wuxin and Zhang Zichen didn't know that they were all tricked by Changkong.

Changkong wanted to kill people and seize treasures, but he was afraid of the power of the Great Emperor of the half of the cells in Zhang Zichen's heart, so he sent Wuxin, the Four Great King Kongs and the Eighteen Bronze People to 'do the way for the heavens and kill the evil spirits'.

In fact, Changkong just wanted Wuxin and the others to use the power of the Great Emperor of the half of the cells in Zhang Zichen's heart.

Sure enough, at this time, in the retreat valley of the Little Lei Yin Temple, the sky was already thundering.

"How so!?How can this be!?"

"Garbage! a bunch of garbage!"

"This Wuxin is really a waste, why didn't he die!

This is a valley in the Little Lei Yin Temple, and this valley is limited to a few cultivators above the Saint Monarch realm for cultivation.

Ordinary people, not allowed to come near here.

The valley is not big, the size of a basketball court, but the space inside is infinite.

This is like a small jade box used to hold the elixir, the volume in the jade box does not seem to be large, but even if it is an elixir the size of a mountain, it can still be loaded into it.

The valley is full of golden light and the power of the Dharma, and this strong Heavenly Dao Law and Nine-colored Aura is indeed very suitable for retreat and cultivation.

At this time, there were only two people in the valley, one was Changkong and the other was Xingkong.

The monk of the sky not only placed a tracking jade slip on Zhang Zichen's body, but also arranged an illusion enchantment on the bodies of Wuxin, the Four Great King Kongs and the Eighteen Bronze Figures.

As long as Wuxin and others can see it, they can teleport to Xiaoleiyin Temple through this illusion enchantment.

Before, the battle between Wuxin and Zhang Zichen had already been seen by Changkong and Xingkong, so Changkong at this time was so angry that he was like thunder.

Fifty-five years, Changkong and others for fifty-five years!

Unexpectedly, he waited for the news of the failure of Wuxin and the others, and moreover, Wuxin and the others were still defeated in the hands of a weak monk who possessed the mid-stage realm of the True Monarch, which was really surprising.

"Wuxin, the Four Great King Kongs, and the Eighteen Bronze Men are all waste!

"Now there's one Wuxin left, he's still alive, why doesn't he die?"

"Waste my fifty-five years!"

In the mouth of the monk of the sky, he kept muttering.

After a long time, when the qi of Changkong had subsided a little, the monk Xingkong took two steps forward, put his hands together, and Amitabha: "Senior brother, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, let's still be ourselves, don't think about those murderous things." If you continue like this, you will fall into Buddhahood, and you will never be able to turn back!"

"If you fall into the Buddha, you will fall into the Buddha!" Changkong snorted coldly, "I have been trapped in the late stage of the Holy Monarch realm for a full 300,000 years, not to mention the realm of the Great Emperor, even if it is the realm of the Pseudo-Emperor, I will not be able to enter it! If I continue like this, sooner or later I will die of old age, I don't want to die of old age! So, even if it is a fallen Buddha, as long as you give me strength and give me life, then everything is worth it!"

"Senior brother, this fallen Buddha will make your soul immortal, and you will never be reincarnated. Xingkong persuaded him, "Senior brother, you have gone far enough!

"No, I won't turn back!" Changkong was almost crazy, and the entire people of the Little Lei Yin Temple probably wouldn't believe that their abbot had become such a terrible madman.

The abbot master Changkong, who convinces people with virtue, crosses people with Buddha, and is compassionate, has completely disappeared.

In the valley, inadvertently, a faint black aura rose.

Under the effect of golden light, this mysterious qi is rarely seen.

Suddenly, Changkong stared at Xingkong, frowned and asked, "Senior brother, have you eaten Zhang Zichen's elixir?"

"This ...... I haven't ...... it yet," Xingkong replied truthfully, "I'm going to return this elixir to Zhang Zichen, I don't want you to fall deeper and deeper, junior brother!"

"Senior brother, you ...... You're really angry with me!" Monk Changkong said angrily, "Hmph! You keep this elixir for yourself, your cultivation has not improved in 100,000 years, I'm afraid that you are more anxious than me, you will eat it sooner or later!"

"Senior Abbot, I said, I won't eat it!"

"You will, you will!"

"Amitabha, junior brother, I don't want to argue with you on this topic. ”

The matter of the elixir ended with the monk obeying softness.

The anger of the monk in the sky did not dissipate because of this, his face was entangled for a few moments, and he suddenly said: "The eighteen bronze men died in battle, the four great King Kong died in battle, and failed unintentionally, junior brother, next, send seventy-two rooms to deal with Zhang Zichen, and be sure to stimulate the power of the emperor of the half of the cells in his body!"

Hearing that Changkong was going to send seventy-two rooms, Xingkong was stunned for a moment, and said entangledly: "Senior brother, the four great King Kongs and the eighteen bronze men are dead, do you still want to let the seventy-two rooms go to death?"

"Hmph! These seventy-two rooms are much more powerful than the Four Great King Kongs and the Eighteen Bronze Figures!" Changkong smiled coldly, "As soon as the seventy-two rooms are released, there is almost nothing that cannot be done!"

"No!" Xingkong was about to retort, but was interrupted by Changkong.

"Senior brother, don't tell me anything that can't be done again, otherwise I will pull the entire Little Leiyin Temple into the water, and when the time comes, you will regret it!" the Changkong monk threatened.

"Hey!" For this junior brother, Xingkong really had no choice, so he had to sigh and retreat.

In the valley of retreat, there was silence.

This little quarrel that happened in Xiaoleiyin Temple, no one knew, everyone in Xiaoleiyin Temple didn't know, and Zhang Zichen and Wuxin, who were billions of kilometers away, didn't know.

The vast snow-capped mountains are boundless.

The wind was whistling, and two frail figures walked slowly in the wind.

Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei quickly found a small hillside that could slightly block the wind and snow, sat down and began to cultivate.

The essence blood and true qi in their bodies were consumed too much, and they had to replenish their spiritual qi in time.

Zhang Zichen did not hesitate, and directly took out a true source stone of more than two thousand catties from the space ring.

As soon as the True Source Stone appeared, the entire snow was covered with colorful lights, and the visions continued.

Streams of thick aura flew around.