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The remnant soul outside Xun Qiu's body was pierced by Xiao Lingyun, but Xiao Lingyun stopped when he slapped his palm at Xun Qiu, and Xun Qiu, who seemed to have been hit hard and should have fallen from the clouds, also stayed at a distance of a few feet under Xiao Lingyun's palm, maintaining a falling posture and freezing in the sky.

The strange feeling is like being painted by a painter with excellent pen power for that moment, as if it was enveloped by an invisible ice, and when the ice melts, all the actions will continue.

Chen Jianji looked at the snow drifting in the sleeping autumn spring, and then looked at the picture of falling into a fixed state in mid-air, and roughly understood the current situation.

Although he can't practice illusion, after all, he is an immortal who has lived for two thousand years, and his cultivation has reached the level of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and the scene in front of him is undoubtedly Xun Qiu is fighting with Qiuquan Piaoxue Spirit, and Xiao Lingyun is trapped in the spiritual illusion by Xun Qiu.

On this side, He Fuwan and Nangong Yingying also understood that it seemed to be a battle between Xiao Lingyun and Xun Qiu, but in fact, the Yingzhou girl in white was also involved.

"Sister Fuwan, Xun Qiu should be fighting with that woman now, let's protect his body. The cyan light in Nangong Yingying's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she felt that the surrounding air was emitting spiritual energy from time to time, and these energies seemed to be wrapped in some wonderful power, giving her a chaotic and ethereal feeling.

He Fuwan nodded, and a pair of jade hands shook lightly, and the wind and snow completely covered the space for several miles in an instant.

Nangong Yingying looked at her in shock, because every snowflake here was condensed by He Fuwan with the energy on her body, so that it would snow for miles of space, and it would take a lot of energy.

At this moment when the wind and snow were fluttering, Nangong Yingying felt that the energy in He Fuwan's body was consumed by half in an instant, but the next moment, something even stranger happened.

At that moment, the wind and snow that could consume half of He Fuwan's energy actually continued, but whenever the energy in He Fuwan's body decreased, there was a gentle but powerful force, as if an endless stream of energy was generated from her heart, filling up all those lost energy.

This kind of energy replenishment and consumption maintains a delicate balance, and the total energy in He Fuwan's body has been oscillating back and forth between fifty percent and all.

The snowflakes in the sky are very crystal clear, fluttering and sprinkling, instantly turning the empty sky of spring into the fluttering snowflakes of winter.

It is said that the gods can change the direction of mountains and rivers in an instant, control the sun, moon and stars, and dominate the changes of the four seasons, although He Fuwan is nothing compared to those, He Fuwan makes the snow fall instantly within a few miles, but she can do this at the peak of immortal cultivation, which is unprecedented.

Chen Jianji looked at the snowflakes that were falling down, and felt that the temperature of heaven and earth had dropped in an instant, and with a wave of his palm, a light purple light shield protected his entire person in it, and within the light mask, his cultivation of Da Luo Jin Immortal was enough for her to completely dominate this small realm.

The snowflakes fell quietly on the colorful mask, and it seemed that the energy on the mask had some temperature, melting all the snowflakes.

The melted snowflakes turned into crystal droplets of water, which slowly spread over the mask and then gradually dried up.

There were snowflakes falling again, continuously, and the colorful light mask was like an umbrella, shielding the wind and snow from it.

Chen Jianji didn't doubt that his hand would not be able to block the energy of a human realm immortal cultivator, so his gaze was still firmly locked on the frozen picture in the sky.

He was thinking about whether to kill Xun Qiu, this was a great opportunity.

Even if He Fuwan obstructs it, as long as she takes Xun Qiu's life without hurting her, even if the action is successful, the most important thing is that Xun Qiu is now fixed in the sky, and such an opportunity is unavoidable.

But then he felt a faint coolness fall on the side of his face, like a speck of crystal clear ice that touched his skin, then melted into water and ran down the side of his face.

He looked up in surprise and found that there were clear droplets of water falling on the top of the colorful light mask that was protecting him, and those water droplets accumulated to a certain extent and fell, turning into snowflakes, just like the reverse process of the snowflakes turning into liquid before.

Those snowflakes fell on his face, and the energy flow in his entire body was affected, but it was not a poor flow or oppressive cold, but a faint coolness, and under that coolness, it seemed that their spirit and spirit had gone up a notch, and their feelings became more and more acute.

His protective shield actually didn't work, he looked around, Luoxia Fairy, Xuanqing Daoist, and Du Feng were also facing the same situation.

Snowflakes also fell on their shoulders, on the top of their heads, on their faces, and on their arms, and those snowflakes turned into water, and they didn't know whether they evaporated or were absorbed by their bodies.

But at this moment, they felt that the energy in their bodies seemed to be connected with a faint cold power, and they looked towards He Fuwan, with a complex look of understanding and surprise in their eyes.

The energy in He Fuwan's body is decreasing at a rather exaggerated rate, supporting the sprinkling of snowflakes in the sky, but there is an even more exaggerated energy in her body that nourishes her body, allowing those consumed energy to recover in an instant.

That feeling was like fighting with people and consuming energy, and then recovering from the Great Masterpiece cultivation, but the speed was thousands of times faster.

They could even feel the changes in He Fuwan's whole person, between the continuous consumption and recovery of such energy, her cultivation was actually growing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Chen Jianji didn't know what kind of exercise this was, but even if it was a divine skill, it seemed that it was far from being able to describe its anti-heaven effect.

The source of the energy that can restore He Fuwan's consumption is in her heart, and the energy fluctuations that come from there are exactly the same as the crystal stones in her palms before.

If nothing else, it should be the power of the Origin Stone.

Chen Jianji has cultivated for two thousand years, he has seen countless powerful martial arts, and even the divine skills have been witnessed with his own eyes; he has met countless immortal gods who have cultivated to the heavens, and the divine power that Lord Tianzong can separate the galaxy with a snap of his fingers makes him unforgettable, but at this moment, he seems to feel that compared with the wonders in front of him, it seems that they are no longer so amazing.

He Fuwan's cultivation rushed to the realm of white immortals, a white light fell from the sky, falling on her beautiful body, a snow-white dress stretched in the wind and snow, her skin became more and more crystalline, not as cold as an ice sculpture, which made people feel a sense of distance, but a kind of nobility and beauty that made people feel comfortable and dare not even not give birth to the slightest blasphemy.

Above the distant galaxy, another bright star lit up, the light of this star was so strong that it almost burned most of the galaxy, and the light penetrated the clouds and connected with the beautiful goddess.

She is like the source of the wind and snow, although it is not cold to the bone, but it takes away the scenery of the sun, and the energy contained in the wind and snow makes people feel that the heavens and the earth are alive, and they begin to breathe like a person.

Nangong Yingying took a breath gently, she reached out to hold up a few crystal snowflakes, and while feeling the slightest coolness, she felt that the heavens and the earth were beating with her heart.

Everyone feels that heaven and earth are the same as themselves, breathing together and sharing a common fate.

The land that had been destroyed by the previous battle was actually changing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and that change made these immortals who were cultivators stunned grow their mouths in surprise.

A trace of greenery emerges from the earth, it is green grass, although it is only a small bud, but it is full of vitality and infinite greenery.

The grass grows taller and taller, and even bushes pop up, and the trees that are still growing next to the bushes are called towering trees.

A green forest appeared in the area that had been destroyed by the battle, completely covering the traces of the past.

The snowflakes are still falling slowly, falling on the tips of the grass buds, on the leaves, on the branches of the bushes, and then turning into moisturizing water, washing away the poetry of those greens more brightly.

Every life that grows out is like a grateful child, they gently shake their bodies, large and small lights come out of them, and then like fireflies towards the bright moon, like birds chasing the first rays of sunshine, towards the goddess who brings them back to life.

It's all harmonious, natural and beautiful.

It is recorded in ancient legends that when chaos was not opened, heaven and earth were a fire, and at that time everything was boiling in the molten flame, and all things in heaven and earth were produced when chaos was opened, so the original heaven and earth were born from fire.

Later, in the Great War of the Ancient Realm, the heavens and the earth were completely destroyed, the human race was almost destroyed, all living beings were turned into bones, and the whole world was desolate.

The snowy scene was like a beautiful dream, and in that dream-like beautiful scene, all life came to life, all the pain ended, and the original beauty returned.

The snow woke up the dead world, and they completely lost their creator god.

Since then, this world has become ice and snow, and it is those fluttering snowflakes that nourish everything and give birth to all things in heaven and earth.

Chen Jianji's expressions on their faces became indifferent, there was no shock, no anxiety, and no hideousness, they were like people intoxicated by the spring breeze, embracing the most simple vitality and feeling the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Wang Sha Udi looked at the center of the Yunran Continent from the top of Yishan Mountain, and his black flame pupils gave birth to a kind of fear from the depths of his soul; in the Liuli Palace at the bottom of the deep sea, the heroic man in a brocade robe moved his body and opened his eyes that had been closed for thousands of years; far away in the Xuannu Palace in the north of the Mangyuan, the Zhou Palace Lord who was cultivating in the Nuwa Niangniang Hall raised his head and saw that the statues of Niangniang were emitting a soft and sacred light, as if he had come to life.