Shen Luo first ran the technique of channeling demons and summoned the waves to protect the Dharma around, and then sat down cross-legged outside the magic circle, took out the Qiankun bag and placed it in the center of the magic circle.

He pinched the trick to urge this magic circle, and a black light rose from the magic circle, slowly holding up the Qiankun bag, and even a trace of black light merged into the bag.

The black ghostly light around the Qiankun bag flickered, and a hazy black figure slowly appeared, which was the image of the general's ghost.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for helping me. Shen Luo smiled slightly, got up and walked into the magic circle, and sat down under the Qiankun bag, the general's ghost ghost shadow shrouded him.

He slowly used the secret technique of cultivating the gods with ghosts, and the slightest ghost light shone through the ghost phantom, converging towards the center of his eyebrows.

Shen Luo frowned slightly, and a trace of pain appeared on his face, but he forcibly endured it, used the nameless exercise, and tried to hit the bottleneck of the soul condensation period again.

In the blink of an eye, months passed.

The New Year has passed, and the weather here in the Yellow River is still cold day by day, and it is snowing heavily today.

Snowflakes are flying on the vast river, and the sky and the earth are so general that it is almost impossible to distinguish where the river is and where the sky is.

The weather was not suitable for shipping and fishing, so there was not a single boat or fishing boat on the river.

However, this kind of beautiful scenery is just right for literati and nobles who do not worry about their livelihood to enjoy the snow and scenery.

I saw a painting boat with a length of twenty or thirty zhang, three stories high in the Yellow River walking slowly, the sheng flag fluttering on it, it turned out to be a bright yellow color, embroidered dragon and phoenix, obviously there were people in the royal family in the painting boat.

Bursts of silk and bamboo orchestral music, the sound of singing and dancing came from inside, and occasionally someone chanted a poem aloud, enjoying the snow.

At this moment, the surface of the river, hundreds of zhang away from the front of the boat, suddenly tumbled violently, and a huge whirlpool appeared, and countless small whirlpools alternately appeared around it, causing a violent wind in the vicinity.

At the same time, the aura of heaven and earth on the surface of the river was also violently disturbed, converging towards the huge whirlpool, and gusts of wind were also set off in the sky, forming a larger whirlpool of airflow, emitting a long roar like rolling thunder.

The sails of the painting boat were also affected by the strong wind, and there was a violent shaking, and several flags on the ship were directly broken by the strong wind and rolled into the sky.

"What's going on!" the singing and dancing on the ship came to an abrupt halt, and a group of people rushed out of the cabin.

The leader was a young man wearing a bright yellow robe, a golden crown, and a folding fan, this person looked to be in his twenties, with starry eyes and beautiful eyebrows, full of heaven, and a faint purple light in the center of his eyebrows, giving people a feeling of extreme dignity.

There was still a person standing next to the golden-crowned young man, but it was a girl wearing a bright yellow dress and a phoenix crown, and it was the girl surnamed Li who had met twice in Wanqiu Chengfang City and the Xuanyuan Pavilion auction.

There were more than a dozen people standing behind the two, all of them young men and women in brocade clothes, with extraordinary bearings, and they were obviously people of great status.

There were also a few Yu Shi in Taoist robes standing around, but they were all monks.

The young man surnamed Wu was also here at the moment, but standing on the edge of the crowd, the arrogance on his face was long gone, and some were only humble and respectful.

In front of the young man surnamed Wu stood a purple robe, a middle-aged Yushi wearing a Lei Yang crown, the two had some similar facial features, and they seemed to be related by blood.

"His Royal Highness Qiqi Jiu, the aura in front of you is surging, and the wind is whirlpooling, it should be that there are immortal cultivators retreating at the bottom of the river, trying to break through the realm, thus causing celestial phenomena. Behind the golden-crowned young man stood a dusty man with a dusty whisk, glanced at the river in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and spoke.

This person has a strange appearance, full of white hair, but there is no wrinkle on his face, and he looks extremely young, but his complexion is a little sickly pale for some reason.

As he spoke, the man waved the dust in his hand.

A layer of blue light appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire painting boat, and there were wonderful lines flashing in the blue light, and a little bit of light flashed, like stars in the night sky.

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The boat immediately became calm, and the wind in the sky and the whirlpool in the river could not affect it in the slightest.

At this moment, the aura vortex in the distance suddenly stopped functioning, let out a clear sound and then collapsed and drifted away, and a rainbow-like glow appeared in the sky, which looked very beautiful.

The whirlpool on the surface of the river disappeared, and after a few breaths, everything was calm again, and the snowflakes continued to drift down.

"It seems to be over, National Teacher, what realm may you see this person? Was the breakthrough just a success?" asked the young man with the golden crown with interest.

"The breakthrough has been successful, looking at this aura fluctuation, it should be a monk in the soul condensation period. The Taoist said with a smile.

"Hmph! A monk who has just broken through the soul condensation period dares to disturb His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes and Princess Shu to enjoy the snow, and even damage the imperial flag, which is a great crime, so he will be pulled out in the bottom and asked His Highness to drop it. The purple-robed feather man in front of the young man surnamed Wu suddenly snorted coldly, strode out, and said after saluting the golden-crowned youth.

"According to the national teacher, this person broke through the retreat, which caused the celestial phenomena, not intentionally, so there is no need to make a big move. The golden-crowned young man shook his head and said.

"Although it was unintentional, but this person's damage to the imperial flag is a fact, if it is not severely punished, it is not enough to show the prestige of my Tang royal family, if this matter spreads, it will make those immortal cultivators despise the imperial court, and please ask Your Highness to investigate. The purple-robed feather man seemed unwilling and said again.

Talking about the prestige of the imperial court, the young man with the golden crown couldn't help but hesitate, and couldn't help but look at the Taoist who was called the national teacher.

"What the martial arts friend said is also reasonable, Your Highness might as well be accurate, and we also just want to appreciate the martial arts friend's Burning Heaven Immortal Method. It's just that this place is above the Yellow River, the water vapor is rich, and it is restraining the fire magic power of martial arts friends, but do you want Yuan to help you?" said with a meaningful smile on the corner of the national teacher's mouth.

"Just a monk who has just broken through the Soul Condensation Period, don't bother with Master Yuan, you guys later, I'll go and bring him. The purple-robed feather man snorted coldly, and he didn't see how he cast the spell, his figure had already flown out, and a few breaths reached the sky above the previous whirlpool.

"What kind of demon dare to hinder the movement of the imperial ship, come out for me!" the man shouted angrily, and bowed his fingers.

With a sharp roar, a red sword light shot out from his sleeve, piercing towards Hanoi like a meteor, emitting an extremely loud scream, resounding across the river for more than ten miles.

"Martial Friend's Meteor Sword is becoming more and more powerful, Nephew Wuxian, your father's cultivation is not far from the middle stage of Soul Condensation, right?" asked the young man surnamed Wu from another crane-haired and childish feather warrior on the boat.

"Dafang Zhenren's eyes are like torches, my father's cultivation has indeed made great progress recently, and he once said that he is sure that he will be able to break through the middle stage of soul condensation within three years. The young man surnamed Wu said with some pride, and then looked at the girl surnamed Li.