The cold ice of the Northern Meditation walks through the mountains and rocks.

Even though he has a lot of prejudices against Sima Wuhua, he has to admit that Sima Wuhua, who can sit firmly in the position of the immortal master of the Holy Pavilion, and with his own skills, he can stir up the demon realm of the human world and almost unify it, but he does not let the Holy Pavilion get involved with half of the cause and effect, is indeed a first-class figure in the world before his death, even if he has now turned into a fierce soul, this kind of easy access to the exercises and the seemingly casual display that actually controls the overall situation can still crush at least ninety percent of the world's Fa Sect practitioners.

Wherever his icy clone thrust penetrated, the rocks could spread. Although he had never cooperated with Sima Wuhua before, and had not even seen Sima Wuhua alive, his impression of him came largely from his observations and the records in the Ten Thousand Scrolls.

There is a saying that the people look at the old at the age of three, which refers to the fact that from a child's words and deeds can see his heart and the influence, so as to speculate what kind of person he will be when he grows up.

Sima Wuhua's god form was all extinguished, only a wisp of remnant soul was transformed into a fierce soul through the Yin God Curse to linger in the world, and the ten thousand scrolls were not able to leave a long-term imprint, and his observation of the Northern Meditation was only a few glances after the Northern Meditation woke him up from the sleeping soul beads.

But its current attack completely conforms to the rhythm of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and between the layers of rocks, I don't know how many purple lightning induces the direction of the mountain rocks, and how many rock pillars will take down the edge of the thunder. When the entire mountain belly was filled with cold mist, the cold ice clone of the Northern Meditation Cultivator could easily follow his own path, while Sima Wuhua continued to attack through the Ten Thousand Scrolls, and offset all the means from Dongfang Xin with the various uses of the Chaotic Mountains and Mountains, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator knew very well in his heart that without its cover, his cold fog could only confuse Dongfang Xin's thunder clone for a moment at most, at least he would not let him drive straight into the gate only more than thirty meters away.

Sima Wuhua seemed to have directly seen through his fighting style, and had already seen his plans, so he did not use his fierce qi to do some more decisive actions, but relied on the ten thousand scrolls of the original owner's collection, guided the exercises with immortal energy, and completely cooperated with his step moves, if such an immortal master was still alive and sitting on Lingxiao Peak, it would inevitably be very painful to be his enemy.

Although the Northern Meditation Cultivator no longer needs to deal with Sima Wuhua, an old powerhouse of the Holy Pavilion, this also shows that Dongfang Xin, who can hide from Sima Wuhua, who has such a terrifying vision, and controls the entire Holy Pavilion soon after killing him, is also not a commodity that can be dealt with casually.

The sound of thunder explosions was endless, but it gradually subsided now, and the Northern Immortal Cultivator controlled the ice clone to continue to walk silently through the stone forest, and it was obvious that this change could be felt.

Dongfang Xin's offensive is slowing down.

Bei Ming Xiu was able to guess Dongfang Xin's actions.

All of Dongfang Xin's attacks and explorations have been blocked by Sima Wuhua, and this cold mist is specially triggered by him to shield his perception, even if he controls the power of the Heavenly Vein Spring, when his body is restricted by the Great Lock Dragon Array, he still can't detect the true route of the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

The two great immortal masters of the Holy Pavilion have always been only below the Immortal Venerable.

Immortal Master Zhuge Linye is good at governing the scriptures and learning, drawing talismans and arranging arrays,

It is enough to compete with Momei Villa with the strength of one person, he usually acts in a low-key manner, and rarely shows his true strength, while Sima Wuhua has a very different style from him, and has never restrained his edge, but still no one knows his true strength, that is, Dongfang Xindu almost killed him under the condition of controlling the Spring of Heavenly Veins.

The two immortal masters can be called peach and plum all over the Holy Pavilion in their lives, as long as they enter the Holy Pavilion to practice, they can be their students.

But Zhuge Linye has only two true disciples, and Sima Wuhua has never had a true disciple.

Most of the books they teach are the classics in the Holy Pavilion Library, and as for what kind of exercises they themselves practice and what kind of path they are carrying out, only they and the disciples who can get their true transmission know, and the true disciples must be carefully considered for them to determine, because this position represents not only their own strength, but also a certain responsibility.

Su Yi and Ye Xinglu are undoubtedly such lucky people, and they have also continued the path of Zhuge Linye in their own ways and carried forward their own paths. It's just that Sima Wuhua has never had such a person, so that after he died, there seemed to be no inheritance left.

But really strictly speaking, Dongfang Xin is already a true disciple of Sima Wuhua.

Dongfang Xin's cultivation is based on his fighting, Thunder is meant to be selected by him for him, after Xun Rizhao ascended to the sky and left, it was he who tried his best to ensure that Dongfang Xin, who had no ability to convince the public, sat on the position of Immortal Venerable, that is, Dongfang Xin and Qingrong's wedding was definitely a grand wedding at that time, and the old immortal master who never liked to join these lively also occupied a seat safely.

If there is no Sima Wuhua, there will be no Dongfang Xin today.

To a certain extent, Sima Wuhua passed everything on to Dongfang Xin, and Dongfang Xin did practice earnestly after being taught, waiting for the time, Yu once broke through several realms, like Kunpeng shaking the nine skies, and no longer the obscure crane tail, there is a great tendency that the blue is better than the blue, but after the Tianmai Spring was exposed by blood, the pair of nominal masters and apprentices finally centrifugal, and finally met in life and death.

Sima Wuhua once thought that he knew Dongfang Xin, and Dongfang Xin also thought that he knew this strict teacher who taught him a lot, but Sima Wuhua didn't expect that this student of his would be able to bury so many shadows in the Holy Pavilion, and also hid the power obtained by hurting the heavens and harming reason for so many years, and Dongfang Xin didn't expect that this old man, who had been completely confirmed of death, would still have the ability to hide from his eyes, and put his hope on the Northern Meditation Cultivator who stepped into this place after a few years.

Maybe it started many years ago, maybe it was from the unknown quarrel after the murder of Dongfang Xin by Bei Ying Zhou, the pair of masters and apprentices already showed signs of centrifugation, and each retained some hidden methods, but in the end, the manpower was exhausted, and the power of the Spring of Heavenly Veins was never reasonable.

Dongfang Xin couldn't break through the blockade of Sima Wuhua at the moment, his strength was imprisoned by the Great Lock Dragon Array after all, and it was not good for him to drag it out for a long time, Bei Ming Xiu asked himself if he was in his current situation, and after all kinds of means to solve the problem in advance could not work, there was only one best way left.

Hold that door.

There was only one door in the belly of Ling Xiao Peak, a gate that looked and was actually so heavy, and the Yin Spring of the Heavenly Vein Spring was located here.

As long as Yin Spring cannot affect Yang Spring, Dongfang Xin can still be invincible to Ling Xiao Peak.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator could clearly perceive that the light and thunder flashed in front of the door, as if the heavens and the earth were in a net, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

On Lingxiao Peak, the Northern Meditation Cultivator smiled, and the speed of the ice clone in the belly of the mountain skyrocketed, and it took the ten thousand thunders in front of the door with the edge of a thousand machines.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

He is not a brave man, but he is definitely not a reckless man, and the initiative in this battle is still in his hands until now.

If he wants to recapture Yin Spring in front of Dongfang Xin, he will inevitably need to pass the level of Thunder Clone.

Sima Wuhua's shot was just an assist, and the real winner was still hidden in his heart, just waiting for an opportunity.

Before that, the most important thing is to follow your heart and make a sword.

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Qianji was seriously injured in the previous collision, except for the first half of the sword blade and some core components around it, which were basically scattered by Dongfang Xin, and was also used by him as a means to hide the ice bullet before, if Lu Linxi saw that Qianji was so ruined, it would inevitably be settled after the autumn.

Although the sword body is broken, the blade is still sharp, and the mutilated ice clone goes straight forward with the mutilated thousand machines, still sharp.

It's just that just as the blade of the sword was about to land in front of the gate, a cyan light had already lit up in the cold mist, and even this thick cold mist could not blur its edge.

Without waiting for the Northern Meditation Cultivator to react, a blue light had already flashed from the center of the ice clone.

A flash of blue light.

It's just a moment, and you don't have time to blink.

The ice clone with the blade of the Thousand Machines fell apart at this moment.

Countless mountain rocks that rose from the ground broke off and were unable to fall.

It wasn't until the broken ice and gravel scattered to the ground and the Thousand Machine Sword Blades fell to the ground again that the crisp sound sounded.

With one blow, the sword that the Northern Underworld Cultivator had been accumulating for a long time was destroyed from the inside out.

Not a single thunderbolt had been able to fall near his icy clone since the cold fog had filled the air.

Most of this apparent security is due to Sima Wuhua, and under the chaotic mountains, Dongfang Xin can't figure out the specific location of the ice clone at all.

So until just now, Dongfang Xin only used the purple electric realm of thunder righteousness, and never showed the sharpness of Qingmang.

Now as soon as it is shot, it is a lore.

As the ice clone gets closer and closer to the gate, getting closer and closer to the perception range of the thunder clone, no amount of obstruction and obstruction is meaningless.

Since discovering Sima Wuhua's murderous spirit, Dongfang Xin has been preparing this green mang.

This green mang's path will condense almost all of the power of the Thunder Clone, aiming to completely eliminate the threat of Northern Meditation Cultivation.

He believed that Bei Ming Xiu's attack this time would definitely do his best, and the more strength he retained, the less likely he would be able to break through his blockade.

So he mobilized all the power of the Thunder Clone and smashed the blow of the Northern Immortal Cultivator with all his strength in one fell swoop, and at the same time swept away Sima Wuhua's obstacle for the time being.

It was only when he stopped that several other sword lights bloomed before the thunder.

The sword light came from the cold ice, from the other ice clones of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

There is only one thousand machines, but the sword path of Wu'an Sword Peak has always been about the heart moving with the sword, and whether there is a sword in the hand is still secondary.

The Northern Darkness cultivated several swords together, the frost was cold, and the thunder was slashed!