The little loach did not see Wei Linggong in the end, to be precise, after some intimidation, he extinguished all thoughts of picking a child.

But at least he walked around the gate of the town prison department, and he was able to come out with all his beards and tails, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

The little loach ran back to the lifting division.

What else can I do about this, I can only bite the bullet.

For a few days, Qiu Ping was depressed every day, only caring about chewing spirit stones, spirit mines, and spirit pills to eliminate his sorrows.

Within a few days, the whole fish became a little swollen.

It's all worrying.

"I don't want to be robbed...... I don't want to die......" On this day, the little loach stuffed a lot of spiritual ore into his stomach in his temple, only eating in a daze, and unconsciously saying some dream words in his mouth.

Just when he was half-asleep and half-awake, the golden thread on his back walked the last square with difficulty.

The void around him rippled slightly, and then his body disappeared into the main hall of the Fallen Dragon Pass.

……

In the northern part of the Central Plains, there are vast grasslands, deserts, snow-capped mountains and primeval forests.

For the people of the Central Dynasty, it was so far away, so far away that all that was left was a simple symbol, a vague name, and some not-so-rosy rumors.

From ancient times to the present, there have been groups of nomadic herders living here, who live in a primitive state, living in water and grass, grazing herds of livestock, simple and simple.

But once the weather deteriorates and a large number of livestock freeze to death, they will turn into jackals on the grassland, and rush through the passes of the Central Plains under the leadership of the wolf king, plundering everything they can take with them.

Food, iron, women......

Since a few years ago, the environment in the Northland has been deteriorating, and the cold winter has made their lives difficult, and countless of their tribes have begun to annex or unite early, sharpening their knives and preparing to fight into the Central Plains just like their parents and grandparents.

But what they didn't expect was that before they could act, the army of the Central Plains Dynasty crossed the pass one step ahead and swept all the way to the north.

In the face of these well-armed and well-trained professional armies, these improvised nomadic cavalry were unusually weak.

The army of the Central Plains Dynasty swept all the way, expanding the territory for thousands of miles, and was invincible, until the soldiers came to the foot of the snowy mountain, and they could not stop their footsteps.

Going deep behind enemy lines at such a great distance is a very serious test for logistical supply. Now most of the team has begun to retreat, and only a small number of elites with three horses rely on raids to march towards the farther frontier.

"General, drink water!"

In the ravines beneath the snowy mountains, a soldier in leather armor and wrapped in a thick sheepskin jacket held a helmet full of hot snow water.

And not far from him, a young general reached out to take the helmet and poured a few mouthfuls into his abdomen, only to feel the warmth surging around him, and then he let out a long breath.

"I heard that in the snowy mountains now, there is a sixth flame light hidden in the outer path, and these days, it coincides with the reincarnation of their master, and the soul returns to the womb, let's just go up the mountain, slaughter the outer way, and drink ghee."

The young general was born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, although his facial features were not so delicate and his skin was a little rough, but his whole body was full of sharp breath, like a long sword out of its sheath.

Behind him, there were more than 200 cavalrymen, and the aura on everyone's bodies was the same as him, and when they heard the general say this, they couldn't help but lick their lips.

The Sixth Flame Light Open Phase Land, which is one of the ten holy places in the Outer Dao of the Northern Lands.

Slaughtering one, that is a great feat, not only the dynasty will be rewarded, but the way of heaven will also be favored.

Isn't that what they ask for?

In normal times, they would not dare to attack a holy place, but since it was the reincarnation of their guru, it was the weakest time, and it was time for them to make a contribution.

The people quickly drank hot water, ate some jerky, and when they felt their strength had recovered, they immediately abandoned their horses and baggage, and marched lightly towards the mountainside.

They move forward with the belief that they will win and die, and if they win, not only will the losses be made up, but they will also gain a hundredfold and a thousand times the gains.

If you lose, then everything is over.

The vast white snowy mountain, in which more than 200 people walked, was like a few insignificant ants.

Inside the snow-capped mountains, all the practitioners are patiently waiting for the reincarnation of the guru.

"Boom!"

Raging flames erupted from all sides, like fluids. The void is filled with the aroma of ghee, combined with the warm flames, giving people a sense of warmth and contentment.

It's a boundless space.

In the very center, a thin old monk closed his eyes and meditated.

Although his body has long been like a skeleton, his body is very majestic, nearly a hundred feet tall.

He was draped in a yellow monk's robe, wearing a Pilu hat, groping for the scriptures in his thin palms, although he didn't make the slightest sound, there seemed to be people in the void chanting the scriptures, and the whole world echoed.

The raging flames flowed around him, and in the midst of the diffuse flames, different figures sat in it, chanting softly together.

At first glance, there are about 1,000 people.

"Looking at the boundless Buddha temples, from the Tushi world to the birth and even the destruction of the law, showing all kinds of boundless magical powers...... Ladies and gentlemen, please protect the Dharma for me. The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and within his shriveled eyelids were black eyes, but two fires burned like the sun.

And a hundred feet below him, there was a mass of golden-red flesh slowly stretching, like a spherical fetal membrane, which could be vaguely seen inside, showing a humanoid state.

The voices chanted from the mouths of all the figures were louder, and countless scriptures and cultures made mantras, constantly flying in the void, falling into the flesh and blood.

The flame on the old monk's body burned brightly, causing a layer of oil to slowly flow down his skin, and his already withered yellow skin became closer to the color of gold under the burning of the flames, with a hint of strange holiness.

And in the spherical fetal membrane under him, there was a constant sound of "dong dong".

It's like a heart beating violently, and a strong vitality is brewing in it.

After a while, the fire on the old monk's body burned clean, and only a smooth relic remained, which fell from the void and went towards the fetal membrane.

"Congratulations to the reincarnation of the Guru."

All the figures have a look of joy on their faces, and in the practice of the Great Snow Mountain, every time they are reincarnated, they will make great progress in their Taoism.

This Guru of their Sixth Flame Enlightenment is now in his tenth reincarnation.

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