Feng Lan gently squeezed his left arm.

Since possessing the Colorful Crystal, the casting power of the Seven-Star Immortal Sword has become stronger and stronger every time.

The magic weapon of the fairy sword is nourished by the power of heaven and earth, or restored to divine power, or self-advancement.

This statement is generally correct.

It's just that Feng Lan has no knowledge of the colorful spar, and only has palpitations about the fact that the big black snake can win the old black dragon in the mysterious illusion.

Since the colorful spar is hidden in the left arm, the recovery of physical injuries will be very fast, and the spiritual power stored in the acupuncture points of the whole body during the spell casting is like being moistened by rain and dew, silky and silky.

It seems that with the secret method of the Palm Heaven Sect "Wind and Snow Sutra", it is seamless and infinitely powerful.

Fenglan is always sober and must be restrained.

Feng Lan relied on the fairy sword, and after searching the body of the man in black, his eyes locked on the yellow light that was about to be extinguished in front of him.

"Lao Jiu, who did you kill?"

When he was about to get closer, one of them suddenly asked.

"I'm the one who killed Lao Jiu."

The wind rushed to the speaker.

The sword is majestic and awe-inspiring.

"Seven-Star ......"

Before the man could finish speaking, he was slashed by the Seven Star Sword.

The rumbling power carried by the Seven Star Immortal Sword echoed in the valley.

"The wind is tight, evacuate."

Twenty-one men in black vanished like ghosts on the other side of the valley.

"Amitabha." After a long chant, "The person who came is the Fenglan junior brother of the Heavenly Sect?" ”

"Who are you?"

Fenglan is wary of his surroundings and cautiously approaches the yellow glow.

"But Senior Brother of the Heavenly Dragon Palace?"

Someone behind him asked in a neutral voice.

Ye Chengfeng's voice.

"Hey, hey. Seventh, you're really naughty. Wang Fengnian smiled and said, "Why is the Seven-Star Immortal Sword so powerful?" ”

"It's a shame that the magic spell used is not the one passed down from this sect." Ximen Xiaoyu frowned and said viciously.

At this moment, four monks walked over.

It turned out to be a disciple of the "Li" character of the Heavenly Dragon Palace.

The first man was pale, his lips rotten, and the pain had distorted his face.

The other two are mediocre-looking, of medium stature, and their breath is obviously disordered.

The youngest little monk has a high and protruding forehead, like a sarcoma, a fat face and big ears, thick lips, a flat nose that seems to be deliberately suppressed, a tall figure, and a surprisingly fat and round buttocks.

The little monk kept scratching his neck, sometimes rubbing his hands together, sometimes his eyes rolling so badly, and his throat made a strange hoarse sound.

Suddenly, the little monk sniffed vigorously, snatched the wine jar in Fenglan's hand, tore open the mud seal, tilted his head, and poured the wine into his mouth, without spilling the trickle, as if pouring directly into the stomach.

Ten catties of wine jar, drink it all in one go.

The little monk's face was ruddy, and his whole body exuded a strange heat, as well as an earthy scent.

"Prajna Sutra?" Ye Chengfeng tried to restrain his excitement and shock, and said softly.

Feng Lan looked at the fourth senior brother and realized that the "Prajna Strict Sutra" cultivated by this little monk was probably some supreme Buddhism of the Heavenly Dragon Palace.

"The drunken flower carving of Dingfeng Tower." The little monk laughed, "Happy." If only there were two more altars, my wounds would be healed. ”

"Senior brother, don't lose your manners." The young monk at the head said, "Thank you to the four senior brothers for helping you save me." ”

"Hmm. It turned out to be the eldest disciple of the Fuzhi Monk. Ye Chengfeng said in a deep voice, "I heard from the family teacher, the Prajna Yan Sutra of the Heavenly Dragon Hall is left by an unknown monk. After more than ten generations of Tianlong Hall monks have been studied, they have finally failed to find their way. Unexpectedly, the junior brother who was one year younger than my seventh junior brother was already able to emit the 'dew flower thick' aura of the first layer of the Prajna Sutra. ”

Fenglan looked at the ring.

The ring is also staring at Fenglan with big eyes.

"Do you want to compare, the Wind and Snow Sutra of the Palm Heaven Sect is powerful, or the Heavenly Dragon Palace's Prajna Strict Sutra is powerful?" The ring asked very seriously.

"I am very willing to comprehend the supreme Dharma of the Heavenly Dragon Temple."

Feng Lan replied forcefully, thinking to himself, how could Buddhism have such a realm description as "dew and flowers"?

"Senior brother, how can you be so rude." Zhi hurriedly interjected, "Today, thanks to the rescue of all the senior brothers of the Heavenly Sect, the four of us will not die tragically in the snowfield. ”

"My seventh junior brother is also a little aggressive." Ye Chengfeng was polite everywhere and told Fenglan, "Seventh junior brother, don't forget the master's teachings and entrustment. ”

The frowning speechlessly, but it also gave the senior brother full face.

After all, Ye Chengfeng is the one who leads the team.

"This Heavenly Dragon Palace's knowledgeable senior brother, what are you suffering from the poison of the 'Heavenly Scarlet Grass'?" Fenglan asked.

When Zhuo Yifan talked about the poisonous spirit material, the strange poison of the "Heavenly Scarlet Grass" mentioned was one of the most powerful strange poisons in the snowy region, and its situation was very similar to the poison of a pit viper, but it would emit a strange fragrance when the flesh and blood rotted.

"Senior Brother Feng, good eyesight. knows that he is young and shallow, and he accidentally fell for someone's tricks, and mistakenly fell for the poison of the scarlet grass. Zhizhi nodded.

"Sky Cocoon Genki?"

Seeing Fenglan take out a three-inch-long piece of golden roots, about the thickness of his little thumb, he exclaimed.

"In addition to Senior Brother Zhi, the other two senior brothers have all been poisoned by the Heavenly Scarlet. These Xuanmu should be enough for the three senior brothers to detoxify. Feng Lan handed it over, "Senior Brother Zhi, what kind of sect is the Blood Spirit Sword Pavilion?" ”

Zhi didn't hesitate to take the Heavenly Cocoon Xuanmu, his expression was shocked, he forgot to thank him, and said in a lost voice: "Could it be that it was the Blood Spirit Sword Pavilion that ambushed the four people I sent?" ”

Fenglan took out a wooden sign.

"It really is." Zhizhi was furious, "Bastard, this faction has always regarded itself as a famous and decent family, and has been friendly with the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Yuan Shi Sect, and has also had correspondence with the contemptible faction. Unexpected...... Alas, the human heart is unpredictable. ”

"Senior Brother Zhizhi, the sky is about to darken, let's go back to the Yuanyang Mirror first, and then discuss."

Ye Chengfeng immediately stopped Feng Lan from continuing to speak, and led everyone back to the purple cloud light cover of the Yuanyang Mirror.

"In my opinion, they should be the ones who ambushed the Heavenly Sect. happened to meet the four senior brothers of the Heavenly Dragon Palace, probably because of the evil of one thought. Feng Lan thought about it.

"Damn." "The four of us almost died on the snow. Senior brother, destroy them. ”

"The Blood Spirit Sword Sect, but it has three fourth-rate cultivators who are strong in the Foundation Realm, and its internal strength cannot be underestimated." Another young monk shook his head and said.

"In my opinion, the four senior brothers will detoxify and recover their vitality first." Ye Chengfeng was afraid of the wind and fire, so he grabbed words.

"What I saw and heard along the way, I can roughly conclude that more and more Xiuzhen forces do not take the Five Righteous Sects in their eyes. That's not a good sign. ”

Feng Lan said that, he took out the exquisite sleeping chair, the delicate stove, and a small jade table, and put out a few small dishes and a few plates of snacks, ready to eat them.

Undoubtedly, before entering the Northern Regions, very well prepared.

Feng Lan looked at the corners of his mouth and skimmed the ring, handed him a jar of wine, and said, "Why don't you eat some together?" ”

"I guess you'll take care of some courtesy."

He grabbed a plate of dim sum, put it into his mouth, chewed it only twice, and swallowed it directly into his stomach.

"Everyone, together, together, wine, tea, and food are definitely enough."

Fenglan greeted the others.

Eight people sat around, eating tea, drinking, scalding vegetables, shabu meat, eating very quickly, and gradually chatting about some topics in the world of cultivation.

After an hour, each occupies a space, the detoxification of detoxification, the cultivation of cultivation, and the rest of rest.

When it was dawn, the eight of them traveled north together.

* * *

The snowy plateau is extremely bitterly cold.

Occasionally, there are people's settlements, and most of them are extremely rare feng shui treasures.

Plum Blossom Town, looking at the thirteen cities in the snowy region, is very inconspicuous.

However, the fireworks in the town are not bad anywhere.

In the northwest corner of the town, there is a large-scale Zhuangzi, which is even more famous, and can be compared with the fourth-rate cultivation sects such as the Blood Spirit Sword Pavilion and the Great Snow Gate.

On this day, Zhuang Shang was killing pigs and sheep, washing and skinning demon beasts, and was jubilant.

When it was about to get dark, eight uninvited guests came to visit and were stopped by the monks who were patrolling the village.

Wang Fengnian stepped forward and said a few words.

The monks immediately entered Zhuangzi, and within a moment, a group of thirteen people came out.

"All the heroes are visiting, please." The gray-haired old man hugged his fists.

"Grandpa Zhilan, the matter is urgent, so I can only disturb abruptly." Wang Fengnian treated him with the courtesy of the family, and did not say much.

The group came to the hall.

The owner of the village, Mei Zhilan, dismissed the nine people and invited the five disciples to sit down.

"Grandpa Zhilan, the Blood Spirit Sword Pavilion and the Great Snow Gate have been destroyed......"

"What ......"

Wang Fengnian's words were interrupted by the loud exclamations of the four people in Meizhuang, and two of them stood up and glared at the comer.

Mei Zhilan motioned for the two to sit down and took a deep breath.

"Feng Nian, when did this happen and who did it?" Mei Zhilan asked, visibly restless.

"According to our speculation, it should be the work of the Demon Cult." Wang Fengnian glanced at the other seven people, "According to our speculation, the next target of the Demon Sect is Meizhuang. ”

"Meizhuang has nothing to do with the Demon Sect." A middle-aged man said in a rough voice, "What credentials do you have?" It is not relying on the name of the five righteous things and harboring other intentions. ”

Feng Lan snorted and laughed, looking at Ye Chengfeng with a smile.

Ye Chengfeng's face flushed.

It turned out that the eight of them were going to exterminate the Blood Spirit Sword Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived, the Blood Spirit Sword Pavilion had been destroyed, and no one survived.

The Great Snow Gate was just passing along the way, and it was also destroyed, and many people died tragically.

Feng Lan deduced from this that it must be someone with ulterior motives who rushed forward to exterminate these cultivators who were ostensibly righteous sects, so as to blame the Palm Heaven Sect and the Heavenly Dragon Palace, causing an uproar.

Fenglan quickly deduces the next biggest target, but he has no time to jump over and set up an ambush at the location of another target.

The target of this ambush is none other than Meizhuang, a cultivation force that has the ability to cultivate the truth.

Feng Lan suggested that he ambush outside and wait for the big battle to start.

Ye Chengfeng resolutely did not allow it, thinking that it was necessary to inform the people of Meizhuang that everyone should work together to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Mei Zhilan is a foundation builder, sophisticated, and sees the intrigue among the young people at a glance, and makes an accurate judgment that things happen for a reason.

"Open the mountain, arrange it immediately, and don't be sloppy in the slightest." Mei Zhilan smiled lightly, "I haven't been going to the rivers and lakes for many years, and my eyes are already old and faint, I hope you heroes will be more tolerant." ”

The senior brother expected that Grandpa Zhilan was reasonable, so he decided to enter the village to tell him. If it is according to my junior brother, when the battle in the village starts, I will make a move. Wang Fengnian said bluntly, "Grandpa Zhilan, the other party is not good, and the shot is a killing move, we need to arrange it well." Time is urgent. ”

"Okay." Mei Zhilan suddenly came to her senses, her face full of red light, "Kaifeng, take my halberd." Haha, thirty-five years, six months and seven days, I haven't touched my old friend. ”

The people up and down the Meizhuang are well-trained, or assembled, or hidden, open and dark posts, and properly arranged.

In the middle of the night, the wind rose like the roar of a monster.

The heavy snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth are like a curtain of snowflakes.

A black glow came with a snowflake.