The white shadow paused in the doorway for a moment as she noticed a snowflake-like array on the door. Bai Ying observed the surroundings with his mind, the wind was calm, and there was nothing unusual, but in Bai Ying's eyes, he found that someone had obviously moved his hands and feet, and the entire courtyard was covered with a formation.

"White Snow Formation!" said the white shadow darkly.

The "Snow Formation" is centered on the house, emitting six taboos outward, as long as a stranger breaks into the courtyard without permission, the formation will be touched, and the true qi hidden in the formation will turn into attack power, attacking the intruder from six different directions, thus protecting the house from being violated.

Bai Ying didn't care about this formation, I saw that she quickly took six steps back, reached the center of the courtyard, and took six steps in front of the west of the courtyard, and came to the bottom of the old tree, Bai Ying circled around the big tree three times, and then took six steps to the east, facing the house, and then took another six steps, facing a vermilion wooden window.

The white shadow stared at the window for a moment, and she opened the scarlet window, and in a flash she entered the room.

The white shadow moved lightly to the inner room, and the unconscious little girl was lying on Ling Han's body, who was still asleep.

She paused for a moment, reached out and stroked the girl's forehead, then withdrew her white and slender hand, and then her gaze stopped on Ling Han's pale face, with a strange expression on her face.

After a while, she lightly touched Ling Han's immature face, and then pulled open Ling Han's shirt, revealing Ling Han's shoulders, and the fifteen scars appeared in front of her. Bai Ying's hand trembled, gently stroking the scar on Ling Han's shoulder.

Ling Han frowned in his sleep, as if he was about to wake up. Bai Ying was startled and hurriedly brushed Ling Han's head, which was strong enough to make Ling Han fall into a real sleep.

The night wind hunts, the night sky is full of clouds, the rain has stopped, but the weather suddenly turns cold, cold to the marrow.

The woman in white stood in the attic of the backyard of the Ling Mansion with a murderous face. Ling Changfeng was the only one below, still holding the snow-white dagger in his hand.

"The three-day deadline has arrived, what about Bing Xue'er?" the woman in white said a little sharply.

"I'm sorry, I'll tell you the truth, the Bing'er you're talking about is my wife, she died of a serious illness ten years ago. Ling Changfeng could only tell the truth.

When the woman in white heard this, her eyes sank.

"You lie to me! If Bing'er'er is really dead, then where is she buried? I want to see people in life and corpses in death!"

"If you don't believe me, come with me! Ling Changfeng made a gesture of please.

"Lead the way!" the woman in white was not polite at all.

Ling Changfeng carried a lantern with the word "Ling Fu" and walked slowly in front, and Bai Ying followed unhurriedly about ten steps behind. The woman in white was still so cold, cold and arrogant, she didn't seem to be afraid of Ling Changfeng's tricks at all.

Ling Changfeng was worried about Ling Han's safety, because the woman in white didn't bring Ling Han over, but fortunately, she didn't look like she had poisoned her son. Suddenly, Ling Changfeng felt that the woman in white was a little like Mei Ruoxue, but Ruoxue was much gentler.

Ling Changfeng led the woman in white along the bluestone path in the backyard, bypassing the ancient well covered with moss, and passing through the sparse bamboo forest, where a blue brick and gray tile ancestral hall came into view.

Ling Changfeng walked into the gloomy ancestral hall, lit the candles on both sides, and under the flickering candle shadow, a spirit tablet was placed in the middle of the offering platform, which was engraved with "The position of the deceased wife Ling Shi Ruoxue". The incense burner in front of the tablet is covered with incense ashes, which is obviously used for a long time.

"Why is there no coffin, just a tablet?" asked the woman in white sharply.

"Because his deceased wife was seriously ill and infected others, he was cremated after his death!" Ling Changfeng said with some sadness.

"Don't think I'm so easy to fool, just use a tablet!" said the woman in white, "She's just turned to ashes, and I want to see her too!"

"Don't deceive people too much!" Ling Changfeng said, "The deceased are respected, I don't know what deep hatred Ruoxue has with you, do you still want to disturb her peace when she leaves?"

"Less nonsense!" said the woman in white, "Life wants people, death wants corpses!"

"Okay, then I, Ling Mansion, can only fight with you to the death!" Ling Changfeng secretly lucked.

"Then let's see if you have this qualification!" The woman in white said fiercely, "Today, if you can't see anyone, I will definitely let your Ling Mansion bleed!"

As he spoke, as soon as he raised his hand, a powerful spiritual pressure came overwhelmingly, directly attacking Ling Changfeng, Ling Changfeng took a deep breath, and printed his own unique mastery with both hands-Zang Feng Gong.

Ling Changfeng didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he used his eight-layer skill at the beginning and pushed towards the white shadow violently.

Zang Feng Gong, there is no earth-shattering style, and there are no flashy tricks, just a plain move, but the edge is all contained in this skill.

Just as the back wave pushes the front wave, an internal force surging towards the white shadow.

Although the woman in white has a unique skill, she does not dare to underestimate this turbulent technique. Seeing that the spiritual pressure qi had collapsed, the white shadow waved three times in a row, and it also turned into a ** qi wave like Ling Changfeng attacking.

The two internal forces were like two reverse rivers, both of which carried the power of a thousand jun roaring and colliding, and after the first wave of impact, they dispersed to both sides, only to see that the wooden fence next to the ancestral hall instantly turned into a pile of debris;

Ling Changfeng hurriedly regained his luck and barely resisted the second wave of attacks, but the third wave of attacks of the woman in white immediately followed, Ling Changfeng's whole body was shocked, and he was knocked out of the ancestral hall like a kite with a broken string.

The woman in white followed out of the ancestral hall in a flash, but she didn't see the injured Ling Changfeng.

I saw a pool of blood on the ground, and the path that came in was gone, and there was only a dense bamboo forest.

"Formation!" said the woman in white secretly.

This is the trapped magic array set up by Ling Changfeng and them, this array gathers the illusion of the Tianji Gang, the poison of the Baicao Gang, and the mechanism of the Shenbing Gang, the three gang leaders have their own formation eyes, and Ling Changfeng is the bait of the illusion array.

The woman in white flew straight into the sky to see if she could cross the bamboo forest, but there was a thick fog upward, and she couldn't tell the direction.

The woman in white turned to the left, stepping on the bamboo branch for a long time to advance the incense, but it was still the bamboo forest blocking the way.

The woman in white had no choice but to increase her internal force and fly upwards again, but for a moment, she felt like there was a roof above, and hurriedly slowed down, and suddenly felt like she was weightless, and fell straight to the ground.

"This formation is a bit weird!" thought to the woman in white.

She took out a silver dagger from her sleeve and slashed straight towards the dense bamboo, only to hear the sound of "snort" breaking the air, and the bamboo that was scratched fell to the ground one after another.

The white shadow opened the way with a dagger in one direction, and cut a small path, but the bamboo forest in front seemed to have no end, and after the woman in white rowed for half an hour, she found that she had returned to the front of the ancestral hall.

"Vision! despicable, shameless!" the woman in white scolded resentfully.

At this time, bursts of thick fog poured in from the direction of the bamboo forest, and a strong smell of medicine came to the nostrils.

The woman in white felt bad, and hurriedly held her breath, for fear of inhaling such a poisonous mist, but there was still a little bit of mist on the white cloak, and it corroded small holes one by one. This is a ghost and sorrow specially prepared by the Hundred Grass Gang to deal with the demons, as long as it touches the skin, it will turn people into pus and blood.

The woman in white hurriedly waved her long sleeves, and a gust of wind swept away the poisonous fog like a red practice. There was a sudden chaotic sound of "whoosh" in his ears, and thousands of arrows were shot from behind the dense fog, like locusts flying in the sky, attacking head-on.

The woman in white hurriedly retreated to the inside of the ancestral hall, closed the door, and said that it was too late and that it was fast, and the arrows were like raindrops, densely piercing a piece outside the ancestral hall. A few feathered arrows broke through the window lattice and pierced straight into the pillar near the white shadow, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling.

The rain of arrows gradually thinned out, and the woman in white seemed to be a little tired, she did not leave the ancestral hall, but lit the candle that had just been extinguished by the breath of the two of them.

She looked around, and the altar was gone, the spiritual seat was gone, and even the door to enter was gone!

The woman in white reached out and touched the wall, cold, hard, and indeed a physical existence. She slammed her luck into a wall, only to hear a bang, but the white wall was not damaged at all, and behind it was a steel plate mezzanine.

The woman in white seemed to wake up to the fact that this formation was compressing her activity space, and now she was trapped in this small room.

She secretly regretted in her heart, she shouldn't have been so light on the enemy, relying on her deep cultivation and not putting the Ling Mansion in her eyes, but she was more worried about her daughter, two days, she was about to turn the chrysanthemum platform upside down, and she was about to dig three feet into the ground, but she still didn't find her daughter. "Could it be her!" thought the woman in white hatefully.

She is in danger, and her daughter's life and death are uncertain, which makes her anxious.

However, after a few turns in the small room, he couldn't break this formation for a while.

She had no choice but to sit cross-legged and recuperate, waiting for the right moment.

Just as the woman in white was planning to breathe, a gust of wind blew on her face, and the white shadow suddenly felt light, so she took a big breath, and her mood seemed to be calmer. The melodious sound of the bell sounded in her ears again, like a sweet spring poured into her heart, and all kinds of past came to her heart.

After so many years of hard cultivation, born and died for the task of the sect, the heartbeat when the love first opened, and the great sin of having a daughter out of wedlock, I had to choose such a path for my daughter, a killing road that could be destroyed by one person.

And now that the bell is pleasant and clear, the killing spirit in her heart is gradually subsiding, she just wants to find a paradise with her daughter and live an ordinary life.

This is the power of the trapped magic array, just like the way of using soldiers, attacking the heart is the top, attacking the city is the bottom, the heart is the top, and the army is the bottom.

In this way, the white shadow seems to have entered the realm of forgetting things and me, but seeing her eyebrows lightly, her eyes drooping, and her veil unconsciously drooping, revealing a beautiful face, although she is already the mother of the child, it is still difficult to hide a vulgar charm.

I don't know how long it took, this space suddenly shook strongly, and Bai Ying's heart was like a windless lake suddenly falling into a pebble, stirring up layers of ripples, and with the violent shaking, the lake surface rippled again.

The woman in white put on the veil, and her eyes added a touch of coldness. A palm was waved upward, and a big hole was instantly punched out of the blue brick land, and it was actually rubble, revealing a gray and black night sky.

The woman in white looked at it, and it turned out that she was in the attic in the backyard of the Ling Mansion, and it seemed that she had never left.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is no place for inaction.

The white shadow jumped up to the attic roof again. On the roof stood two men, two women dressed in white and white veils like her.

The night wind was suddenly strong, blowing unbridledly, and the clothes of the three people on the roof were fluttering, like fairies descending to earth.

When the woman in white saw the two of them, she hurriedly shouted, "Senior sister!

The woman in white, who was called Senior Sister, just snorted coldly, didn't even look at her, and still stared straight at the woman who was called Little Senior Sister by the woman in white.

Hearing this cold snort, the woman in white was not only a little frightened.

"Second Senior Sister, don't come to harm!" The woman who was called the little junior sister seemed very close.

"Thanks to the little junior sister, I came all the way here just to see you!" said the woman in white, "How is the little junior sister doing lately?"

With that, she looked around vigilantly, and saw four figures lying in the courtyard.

One is Gao Mingzheng, the leader of the Tianji Gang, who folded the feather fan, messed up the scarf, and covered his chest with one hand, even if he has a hundred strategies in his chest now, it is in vain; One is Xu Shennong, the leader of the Baicao Gang, whose coat has been broken, and his bare legs are blurred with flesh and blood, but he still hasn't forgotten to save the life and help the wounded, and is taking out a small gourd from his arms, pouring out a few pills and distributing them to several other people; As for Ling Changfeng, his eyes were staring at the little junior sister fieryly, completely ignoring the hot blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Ruoxue!is it you!" Ling Changfeng couldn't even hear his own voice, it was the voice that had been hidden in his heart for a long time