The next morning!

Thousands of disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace stood quietly in front of the Drifting Snow Hall, looking at the eighteen figures in the front, their eyes showing a scorching color.

The eighteen figures, all dressed in the costume of the Floating Snow Palace, with a snow-white woolen collar robe, showing a tall posture, and a red cloak on the outside, like a red plum blooming in the wind and snow.

Eighteen disciples who participated in the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties!

In front of the eighteen people were the elders of the Drifting Snow Palace.

At this moment, the Drifting Snow Palace was full of solemnity.

"Three years ago, nineteen people from my Drifting Snow Palace set out on an expedition and created brilliance in the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties!"

Outside the main hall, the voice of Yan Nangui suddenly echoed, and I saw that the latter was also dressed in white, wearing a red cloak, and his eyebrows were less gentle, but a little more domineering.

"Three years later, the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties will come again, and the Drifting Snow Palace will not fall!"

"This time to Xuanyuan City, I hope that all the disciples will work together, take the glory of the Drifting Snow Palace for their own glory, take the dignity of the Drifting Snow Palace for their dignity, and do their best to protect the glory of the Drifting Snow Palace!"

Up and down the Drifting Snow Palace, the sound of the wild goose returning to the south was like an ancient bell ringing, vibrating back and forth in the void.

"I am willing to fight for the palace gate!"

On the square, all the disciples roared in unison, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the clouds.

Four Sects and Ten Dynasties War!

Within the Eastern Spirit Realm, there is a battle of the highest specifications of the great forces.

Just three years ago, under the leadership of Lin Cangxue, the Drifting Snow Palace created a legend.

Nineteen went on the expedition, and nineteen returned.

Lin Cangxue has one person and one sword, and he has killed eighty-seven people from other forces, and he is the first person in Dongling Fengyun!

Now, the Drifting Snow Palace is without Lin Cangxue, but the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties will still continue. And the glory that belonged to the Drifting Snow Palace needed to be defended even more.

In the ring, Lin Huang looked up at the heavy snow falling in the void, his eyes were like electricity, and his battle intent was boiling.

"Inner disciple He Yun!"

Then, Yan Nangui's serious voice sounded in the square, reciting the name of each disciple who went out to fight.

As the words fell, I saw a disciple step forward and stand out from the eighteen figures, his expression full of solemnity.

"Inner disciple Ge Tian!"

"In!"

"Inner disciple Mo Remnant!"

"Inner disciple Mo Yanyun!"

......

On the square, one voice after another echoed, such as Huang Zhong Da Lu enduring. Every disciple who is recited is one of the eighteen.

They will represent the Drifting Snow Palace to fight!

"Inner disciple Bai Xiaopang!"

"Inner disciple Lu Han!"

Yan Nangui continued, the speed of the chanting in his mouth increased, but his voice became more aggressive. So that in the void, there are all surging wind and clouds.

"Inner disciple Shen Qingsi!"

"The first Xie Qinghou in the inner door!"

When Xie Qinghou was remembered, there was finally a commotion in the solemn atmosphere in the square. Everyone looked at the white-clothed and red-robed young man in front of them, and their eyes showed a burning color.

The first in the inner door, Xie Qinghou!

This No. 1 inner gate, who has been silent for many years, is finally going to show his sharp edge in this war of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties?

Then, the square once again sounded the mighty voice of Yannangui:

"The disciples of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, the thirty-fourth generation chief of the Drifting Snow Palace, Lin Huang!"

As soon as the words fell, thousands of eyes instantly focused on Lin Huang.

Lin Huang was dressed in snow-white clothes, wrapped in a red cloak, and the cloak was painted with the snow lion totem of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Under everyone's attention, Lin Huang took a step forward, his expression was firm, and his dark eyes flashed with a fierce gaze. Standing quietly in front of the disciples, it was like a straight spear.

"I hope you live up to my glory in the snow!"

Yan Nangui's gaze fell on Lin Huang, and he said in a deep voice.

Lin Huang raised his head, turned around and looked at the thousands of disciples up and down the Drifting Snow Palace, his calm voice was full of firmness, "I won't fall, the glory of the Drifting Snow Palace will not be destroyed!"

"Let's go!"

With Yan Nangui's order, eighteen figures instantly lined up in a long line.

Up and down the Drifting Snow Palace, the mighty bell suddenly rang, and the bell was excited, as if there was an indomitable momentum to ride the wind and waves.

"Congratulations to all senior brothers, may I protect me with snow and glory!"

"May the Chief be victorious!"

"May all senior brothers return triumphantly!"

"May the chief raise my prestige!"

......

In the vast void, the voices of thousands of disciples up and down the Drifting Snow Palace sounded.

Lin Huang turned his head, looked at the thousands of disciples behind him, and then turned his head to look at Lin Cangxue's small courtyard, his calm face seemed to have infinite battle intent.

Then, with a wave of his arm, Lin Huang led the seventeen disciples behind him down the mountain!

In the vast snow, the mountain gate of the Drifting Snow Palace was wide open, and a group of red-clothed figures, together with Yan Nangui and Nan Yunlie, swept through the wind and snow like a shock, and headed towards Xuanyuan City.

There, it will be the place where the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties will fight!

In the territory of Dongling, all the young Tianjiao and the lords of all forces gather together.

When the bell rang loudly, the eighteen disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace descended the mountain.

In a dark and dilapidated courtyard in the Drifting Snow Palace, the woman was covered in filth and lying on the bed in extremely revealing clothes, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

The woman combed her messy hair, her face was still beautiful, but she had a touch of charm and charm, and she looked a little windy ****** wrapped in a snow-white silk scarf and got out of bed, and the concave and seductive figure was vaguely visible in the haze.

Beside the woman, there was a naked Drifting Snow Palace disciple in a coma, his face was pale and terrifying, as if he had been drained of his spirit.

On the side of the bed, the woman pursed her bright red lips lightly, looked at the unconscious man on the bed, and showed a bewitching smile. Then he grabbed the man by the hair and dragged him to a room further inside.

The room inside is very dark, revealing a hint of ethereal atmosphere.

The woman looked at the dozens of naked young people in the dark room, all of them were pale and sleepy, the woman's bright red lips were holding jade fingers, and her face gradually spread with a lewd smile.

Then, the woman turned around and closed the door, took off the transparent light veil on her body, and sat naked on the bed, meditating on her cultivation.

When his jade hand waved, his body was covered with a trace of blood-colored light, which looked very strange.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the woman held the upright on her chest with one hand, and stretched out her hand like a water snake as slippery as a water snake, feeling the satisfaction and strength inside and outside her body and mind, that a pair of demonic peach blossom eyes bloomed with a vicious and piercing light:

"Lin Huang, you can't imagine it, my Yun Feifei will not die, and the realm is back!"

Feeling the power circulating in her body, Yun Feifei laughed charmingly, "You didn't kill me at the beginning, you are really confident." One day, I will suck your blood dry and make you a slave under my skirt!"

"And Lin Cangxue......"

Yun Feifei's arms caressed her whole body enchantingly, like a beautiful snake writhing obsessively on the bed. A pair of demonic eyes, but they are becoming more and more resentful.

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(End of chapter)