At the edge of the stream, a few stones separated the original dragon body with great precision at the shallow bottom, reflecting the water patterns and sunlight, like a few small fish. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The stone is like a live fish, the water is living water, and although the broken dragon is wasted, the vitality still exists. This is the battle of life in a desperate situation.

Han Feng didn't know when Mingxi started to set up this formation, maybe it started when she seriously asked about the position and shape of the dragon's body. The array of the mountain rises from her, and the formation of the mountain can naturally end by her. This is a game that must be tied to the bell to untie the bell, and his hope is in her from the beginning to the end.

He took a handful of water and washed his face, and his hand ran over his cheek and touched his stiff beard. Facing the stream, he could see in a trance his current appearance, compared with the brilliance of Mingxi, he could almost be called down.

He naturally changed his clothes, and although he was in front of Mingxi, he didn't feel embarrassed. She also looked at him calmly, and her gaze did not evade. She watched intently, not about desires, as if only to know and remember something.

Her hand was still stretched out to him persistently, Han Fengqiang smiled, grabbed her, and the two of them stood together at the gap. With the light, Han Feng saw more formations.

These days, Mingxi has obviously done more than just a few stone fish. The stonefish gathered the vitality of the entire mountainside, attracting melting snow, causing the stream to flow right along the stone wall to the two of them, and slowly descended along the dragon's front paws. She carved a new dragon body out of sharp stone in the stone wall, which was small but continued outward, and the dragon's head was hidden in the stream.

Only with the power of the rising dragon can the mountain be opened. Han Feng looked at Mingxi and shook his head with a wry smile. Mingxi did not do this unexpectedly, and it was even in his calculations. He laughed, "Should I thank you? thank you for not killing me before leaving." ”

Mingxi Wan'er smiled: "Why did I kill you? I'm not a female mantis." When she said this, she also felt that she shouldn't be joking here, so she turned awe-struck, stretched out her hand and pointed out the mountain, and said, "This is not the side where we came." ”

Han Feng knew that this was not the side of the mountain where they had entered, this was the other side of the mountain. At your feet is an abyss, and in addition to feeling the breath from outside the mountain, as far as the eye can see, it is all white.

The Fall of the Mountain frightened away many birds and beasts living on this side, but since the snow leopard was able to enter the mountain, it is difficult to say that there are no other beasts here. For example, the snow sculptures that appeared on the reliefs.

Of course, at this moment, something is better than nothing. There were several carving sounds above their heads, and the two looked up and saw that the shadows above their heads were passing by, covering the sky and the sun. At a glance, the snow sculpture saw two "foods" appear under its nose, and after a little circle, it swooped down.

The snowflakes stirred up by the wings hit the two of them in the face, cold and stinging. Han Feng hurriedly pulled Mingxi and hid in the belly of the mountain again, and the snow sculpture swept past when it almost hit the cliff, and the wind rose, causing the waves in the stream to splash.

"That's ......" Mingxi was shocked. She had imagined all the dangers she might encounter when she left the mountain, and even imagined that her uncle would always stay outside waiting to give them a fatal blow, but she never imagined that there would be monsters on this side of the mountain that she had never seen before.

The size of the snow sculpture was beyond her imagination. In a panic, she heard Han Feng shouting, "Hundred Beast Dance!"

There was no need for Han Feng to remind him, after Mingxi entered the mountainside again, he had already smoked the "Hundred Beast Dance" and put it to his lips. She has been playing the "Dance of the Beasts" for seven or eight years, which is almost an instinct deep in her blood. Sure enough, the roar of the bear in the "Dance of the Beasts" sounded, and the snow sculpture was startled at first, but then as if enraged, it flapped its wings and rushed down again.

If she had changed her life, she might have run into the depths of the mountain by this time, but Mingxi was stubborn, not to mention that she had been locked up in the mountainside for a long time. All the hope of life was pinned on the piccolo in her hand at this moment, she closed her eyes, and simply stood a step forward, standing at the gap, not too far from the snow sculpture.

"Mingxi!" Han Feng was shocked, he wanted to block in front of her, but the gap was not big, Mingxi was blocked by himself, he had to go forward, unless he pushed her down the cliff. And Mingxi is now fully focused on the sound of the flute, the snow sculpture rushed several times, and when she came to her, she was blocked by the dragon chant blown by the "Hundred Beast Dance", but she was afraid that if she was distracted, she would be injured.

Taming a snow sculpture was a painstaking process, and Han Feng held a half-truncated sword in his hand, looking between the snow sculpture's eyes all the time behind Ming Xi. At such a close distance, no matter how fierce the snow sculpture was, he could keep Mingxi safe.

It seemed that he was protecting himself behind him, and the sound of Mingxi blowing the "Hundred Beast Dance" was much more stable. She was much more confident, and finally opened her eyes again, looking directly at the fierce bird in front of her.

The eyes of the snow sculptures are orange-yellow, like amber. Its gaze is fierce and bewildered at the same time. The two "little guys" in front of him were something it had never seen before, and it had never passed on such memories from the previous generation. What they hold in their hands makes it even more incomprehensible.

Hesitation and hesitation are the enemies of firm will, and Mingxi tames the beast with the "Hundred Beast Dance", which itself does not lie in the fighting power, but in the fighting god.

The god of spirits.

The music is invisible, and the invisible can take advantage of the gaps. In the long run, the snow sculptures are in the impact again and again, and the ferocity gradually fades. The resistance to the "Dance of the Beasts" became smaller and smaller each time, and it could even hear that the dragon's groan was not completely irresistible, but soothing.

Mingxi had no distractions, as if he had returned to the original years. Her mood all came out with the "Dance of Beasts", allowing the other party to perceive and accept it. In her most difficult time, the "Dance of the Beasts" seemed to give her another sky, and at this moment, she was really under another sky, but she felt that all this was not strange.

Han Feng quietly watched as Mingxi tamed the snow sculpture. It was a seemingly "peaceful" but thrilling battle, with a broken sword in his hand and no moment of relaxation. Seeing that the momentum of the snow sculpture was becoming more and more restrained under the offensive of the "Hundred Beast Dance", Han Feng was pleasantly surprised. The surprise is that this proves that the "Hundred Beast Dance" can indeed tame the beasts on this side of the mountain, although the process is difficult, but Mingxi practice makes perfect, once the trick is mastered, the future will be twice the result with half the effort;

After thousands of years of change, the snow sculpture seems to have changed from living in groups to living alone. Within a radius of several miles, there was no second snow sculpture. After confirming that the snow sculpture in front of him was not hostile, Mingxi dared to let it fly closer, and then stepped on its back.

The first time it was harnessed, the snow sculpture was obviously a little uncomfortable, but it only moved slightly, and let Mingxi stroke the feathers on the top of its head. Han Feng sat on the snow sculpture behind Mingxi, he hugged Mingxi, but obviously felt that there was a separation between the two.

The snow sculpture spreads its wings and flies, although it does not seem to be strenuous to carry two people. When they got to the air, the two looked at Snow Dragon Mountain again, only to see that the top of the mountain had collapsed, and the name of "Snow Dragon" of Snow Dragon Mountain was afraid that it would no longer exist. And the mountain is sinking this place, the original peak of ten thousand people seems to be flattened, and this gable wall running through the north and south may also have a gap.

The gap is still too high for jackals, tigers and leopards to climb through, but it is not difficult for snow sculptures to fly through.

Han Feng held the feathers of the snow sculpture in his hand, and secretly clenched it tightly: "I just hope that fewer snow sculptures will discover this passage, otherwise the people of the Yedi tribe near the mountain will probably suffer." ”

He was thinking like this, but Mingxi looked around and asked softly, "Is the relief picture you destroyed related to this side?"

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