South China Sea.

The sea breeze suddenly rose, the rain gradually increased, and the side of the icy reef was covered with damp moss.

Beneath this huge reef is the place where the girl in the blue lotus petal satin skirt cultivates the Prajna Heart Sutra.

The roaring tide rose and fell, as if nothing had changed, except that without the girl's figure, it was as if everything had lost its vitality, only the numb repetition of day after day, repeating the scene imprinted in the depths of the true spirit's memory.

"She'......"

Ji Yuenian walked to the back of the reef, and what caught her eye was still the surging tide.

After being silent for a long time, Ji Yuenian lowered her eyes slightly, and she already thought of the scene when she cultivated "fishing for the moon in the water and looking for flowers in the mirror".

At the beginning, in the pouring rainstorm, under the icy reef, she stretched out her hand to brush the wet hair that hung down to her forehead, and quietly looked at Ji Yuenian who was stunned in place.

She was proud, lonely, and devoured, but unapproachable.

She just walked over the reef, lowered herself on the seashore, stretched out her little white hand and sank into the cold water, and fished out the true spirit of the Gamitharhat who had been silent in an unknown place.

"Immeasurable Avalokiteshvara...... Make vain efforts...... Looking for flowers in the mirror......"

The remnants of light and shadow memories circulated, and between Ji Yue's young voices, he also walked through the reef and walked to the shore of the tide, and his thoughts were full of traces of this heart source.

Suddenly, Ji Yuenian stretched out his robe, lowered his body slightly, and submerged his pale and slender palm into the cold seawater.

"Fishing for the moon in the water, looking for flowers in the mirror."

The cold and pleasant voice of the snow-robed young man lingered, and his white fingers were put together in one place, and a handful of seawater was swept in front of him.

The sound of the wind gradually stopped, and the heaven and earth seemed to fall into silence.

The handful of seawater gradually distorted, with dots of light white light radiating out, extremely miraculous.

The sea breeze suddenly rose, and the roar of the waves came to my ears again.

The light flowed and dispersed, condensing into a brilliant glow of incandescent white, emitting an icy aura that could freeze everything.

"What is this?"

Ji Yuenian held the blazing white halo, and there was a faint sense of uneasiness in the depths of her heart.

After a few breaths, all the light white halos condensed and turned into a cold snow sword that was three feet long.

"This 'fishing for the moon in the water, looking for flowers in the mirror', did it actually make me fish out a falling snow sword?"

Ji Yuenian frowned slightly, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.

The aura of this sword is no different from the Falling Snow Divine Sword, but it has a hint of weirdness for no reason, as if under the frost and cold breath, there is a peerless fierce sword that is extremely yin and evil.

Airplanes!

The sword roared!

Ji Yuenian held the three-foot snow sword upside down, feeling the humming sound it emitted, and his expression was already solemn to the extreme.

This type of spiritual power was founded by the Venerable Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, and the only time he used it in front of Ji Yuenian, he fished out the true spirit of an Arhat True Monarch.

Previously, no matter how Ji Yuenian used this supernatural power, he didn't gain much, only once he fished out a strand of hair from the depths of the reincarnation weight, and since then, this supernatural power has not entered the realm at all.

Now that his mental path cultivation has broken through the realm, he has actually obtained such an extremely evil "Falling Snow Divine Sword", even if Ji Yuenian's mental state cultivation is already like Ling Xiao, he can't maintain absolute peace at this time.

Between the fluttering sleeves of the robe, Ji Yuenian held the slightly trembling three-foot snow sword and pulled a sword flower, and he could vaguely detect the strange aura transmitted from the depths of the sword spirit.

"In this case, I will call you 'Frost' in the name of 'falling snow.'"

stared at this long sword with his eyes lowered for a long time, and finally Ji Yuenian shook his head gently, held the "Shen Frost" upside down, and gently closed his eyes.

After a few breaths, the light and shadow on his side gradually shattered, and the entire heaven and earth shattered in an instant.

The name of the sword, Shen Frost.