When the Snow Emperor saw this scene, he couldn't help but say with emotion: "This four-leaf clover sword grass and red-feathered sparrow are the illusion of the artistic conception of spring and summer respectively, who is this old man?" ”

The Snow Emperor glanced around, but saw that the surrounding farmers had stopped what they were doing, returned to their respective houses, and looked at the confrontational old man and the Snow Emperor with his wives and children.

"The village chief hasn't made a move for many years, it seems that he is really old, and he can't even hold down a girl's film, this is a weak body, I have to find Langzhong to make up for it."

A dark-skinned blacksmith came out of his shop, which still had freshly made, red, unquenched farm tools.

"You don't know the village chief's careful eye? Arrange him like this, and when the girl leaves, the old man will be the first to trouble you. ”

A tall and thin man next to him said with a smile, he was dressed differently from the villagers in sackcloth, and he had a bookish air on his body, and the villagers called him Langzhong.

"Hey, village elder, I'm not afraid of him. My summer mood is almost complete. ”

As he spoke, the blacksmith patted Lang Zhong on the shoulder and said, "Your spring artistic conception is also going to be completed, why don't you wait for the old man to burp and compete for the position of village chief?" ”

Lang Zhong shrugged his shoulders and said: "The requirements of being the village chief must be comprehended in all four artistic conceptions, and we are still far away."

The old man has been the village chief for I don't know how many years, and his strength is much stronger than you, I'm afraid you have a burp, but he hasn't burped yet.

And have you forgotten how embarrassed you were when you first came here and were taught a lesson by the old man? ”

When the blacksmith heard this, he had to smile and laugh: "It's just an old thing, my strength has increased greatly now, and the old man's farm tools are all free of charge from me, so he doesn't dare to trouble me." ”

The tall and thin man also laughed, and the blacksmith was angry, but he was actually still very cowardly.

From these vague words, Emperor Xue found that this village seemed to be very unusual, and most of the residents in it seemed to have comprehended the existence of one of the four artistic conceptions of spring, summer and autumn, but only the old man in front of him was the strongest, and he was the village chief of Lingxi Village.

And these residents seem to be people like her who came for the reincarnation ancestral tree, but were defeated by the old man.

The shadow of this avenue in Lingxi Village may come from other worlds, or maybe this Lingxi Village is a real existence in other worlds.

But it's still just a phantom.

The Snow Emperor's sword technique came out, and the ice and snow sword qi swept through, stabbing all the chirping sparrows, turning into clusters of flames and bursting open.

And the sword qi cut out by those four-leaf sword grasses was also split by the Snow Emperor one by one, and the four-leaf sword grasses were covered with frost, and they withered after a while.

"If there's any other trick, let's use it." The Snow Emperor said with his sword.

The old man touched his chin and sparse beard and said, "Finally, an outsider came, it seems that the old man and I are going to break my muscles and bones again today." ”

The words were said so, but there was no trace of sadness on the old man's face, and he waved his hand, and the bright red maple leaves fell in the valley at some point.

The maple leaf slowly rotated in the air, as if it was slow and slow, and surrounded the Snow Emperor in an instant.

The Snow Emperor's face was solemn, and the artistic conception of autumn brought her great pressure.

The long sword in his hand lit up, and the wind and snow swept away in all directions with the Snow Emperor as the center.

The Snow Emperor is three unique, and the emperor is cold - the snow dances and shines in the sun.

The snow dance and the sun, with the blessing of the artistic conception of winter, bring the vision of the coming of winter.

Snow began to fall throughout the valley, and pieces of snowflakes fell on the ridges and houses, expelling the gloomy meaning of autumn.

The swirling maple leaves were torn to pieces by the wind and snow, and the collision of the two cut through black void cracks, causing the villagers to exclaim in amazement.

The old man was also surprised: "How did you do it by turning the artistic conception into a domain?" ”

In the perception of the old man, the artistic conception of the Snow Emperor's winter has only just been completed, and in order to spread the artistic conception into a realm, it is necessary to at least comprehend the perfection.

However, the Snow Emperor himself has domain skills, and he only needs to combine the artistic conception of winter with it.

The Snow Emperor also saw that the old man was just a pure cultivation artistic conception, and he didn't have a lot of soul skills like himself, otherwise, the old man with the four artistic conceptions would have already defeated himself.

So Emperor Xue smiled and said, "It seems that you can't stop me." Reincarnation of the ancestral tree, I took it away. ”

The old man was silent, and after seeing the Snow Emperor's realm, he could be regarded as really going to move his character.

The old man stepped forward, and a long scythe appeared in his hand.

The scythe is a farming tool, but in the hands of the old man, it exudes an inexplicable killing aura.

"Unfortunately, the old man understands the deepest, and it is also the artistic conception of winter, the little girl still has to go back and forth from where, if she is injured, it will not be good."

Emperor Xue glanced at the old man unexpectedly, but he didn't expect an ordinary old man to have such a killing aura, just like a general on the battlefield.

But she wasn't that easy to throw in.

Without speaking, the Snow Emperor swung a sword light and slashed towards the old man.

The ancient scythe in the old man's hand suddenly enlarged, and the sharp blade was covered with frost, the killing intent was endless, and the artistic conception of the powerful winter was self-evident.

Not only that, the three artistic conceptions of spring, summer, autumn and winter alternately circulate, although they have not reached the point of merging with each other and becoming the artistic conception of reincarnation, but they are also infinitely powerful.

The old man's move was four times stronger than any of his previous moves.

The wind swept away, all the wind and snow disappeared, and the Snow Emperor stood on the ridge, the long sword in his hand had been shattered.

This was not something she took her own initiative to disperse, but was chopped up by the old man.

All the visions disappeared, and the Snow Emperor saw that the old man was still holding the handful of seedlings in his hand, turned around and bent down and planted them in the field.

The Snow Emperor turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the valley, as Yun Cang said, a single artistic conception could not pass the assessment in this valley.

Since he lost, he had no choice but to go back.

As the Snow Emperor walked, he recalled the knife in front of the old man.

Although he has blessed the four artistic conceptions, as the old man said, the strongest thing he cultivated was the artistic conception of winter, and the three artistic conceptions of spring, summer, and autumn were only supporting roles.

Perhaps it is also because of the mismatch between the strength and weakness of the four artistic conceptions that they have not been able to be integrated.

From the artistic conception of the perfect snow, the Snow Emperor benefited a lot.

Back at the entrance of the valley, the Snow Emperor looked at Yun Cang and said apologetically, "I still lost." ”

Yun Cang smiled: "It's nothing, that old man's winter artistic conception is indeed very strong, it has been consummated, you don't seem to be able to use divine power in it, and you won't lose unjustly." ”

The Snow Emperor smiled: "But I saw the artistic conception of winter that was perfect, and the artistic conception of winter that I just became a small adult is about to be completed." ”

Yun Cang couldn't help but smack his tongue when he heard this, as soon as the Snow Emperor comprehended the artistic conception of winter, he directly crossed the entry level, reached the Xiaocheng level, and now he is about to break through to Dacheng.

I'm afraid that if I give the Snow Emperor a little more time, I will become the Will of Winter, right?