Just as Wang Yuanbao and his entourage cautiously approached the willow garden shrouded in gloomy demonic aura, a terrible roar suddenly sounded, in this already quiet and unusually quiet suburb, it was extremely abrupt, Jiang Ayuan's face was pale, and Han Shen was even more unbearable.

Human fear comes from the unpredictability of the unknown.

Wang Yuanbao patted Jiang Ayuan's small hand that was tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, and his muscles bulged out of fear, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Jiang Ayuan nodded, but the fear in his heart did not fade at all, but surged into his heart like a tide.

And in the willow garden, in the midst of the fear of everyone, the gate suddenly opened!

............

At the same time, above the underworld, it is dangerous and abnormal.

The tengu rushed out of the fog, but before he could reach Fang Yuan's side, he wailed and retreated.

A pale red light lit up in front of Fang Yuan, it was Fa Changfeng's iron sword intent, there was a desolate fire burning on the sea-breaking sword, although the tengu was strong, what he was most afraid of was fire.

Tu Gou gently stroked the frightened Tengu and said, "I didn't expect you to come back." ”

The desolate fire stain on the Sea-Breaking Sword faded, and Fang Yuan said: "Even you, the Sand Folding Sword, can be the High Priest of the Taiping Dao Kingdom, why can't I come back." ”

It turned out that the best of the Great Sages of the Underworld slaughtered the dog, and he was a lot of sorrow when he broke the sword in the sand.

Many sorrowful or slaughtered dogs chuckled: "You so-called righteous paths, not much better than the Taiping Dao Kingdom, people with good morals can become a sect master, and I am only a mere one of the Great Sages of the Underworld." ”

Fang Yuan didn't want to waste time slaughtering dogs on this, and said, "It's so easy for you to kill me now, why don't you do it?"

Tu Gou walked out of the cold mist, only to see that his face was crisscrossed with eighteen sword marks, which were extremely hideous.

This is the "memorial" left by Tianyi to him.

The tengu the size of a buffalo obediently followed behind the slaughtering dog, his eyes showing a fierce light, staring at Fang Yuan.

"I'm not here to kill you, it's her on Xiaofang Mountain who asked me to hand you a letter. As he spoke, there was an envelope in the dog's hand.

Fang Yuan put away the Sea Breaking Sword and took the letter from the slaughtering dog's hand, without the slightest defense.

People like Tugou don't disdain to play with intrigues, and anything can be solved with a sword.

Seeing Fang Yuan's letter, the slaughtering dog retreated into the cold mist like a gust of wind and disappeared.

The tengu melts into the snow.

There was no letter in the envelope, only a sycamore leaf, which was dry but retained its fresh green color.

Fang Yuan's gaze drifted to Xiaofang Mountain, where there was a mountain ridge to the west, although it was also on the snow field, but there were plane trees growing all over the mountain.

But Fang Yuan called the sycamore on the West Ridge: Qianqiu Snow.

Because although the sycamore on the West Ridge is vibrant, it is cold, colder than the eternal snow on the snow field.

"You're going to have to go down the mountain after all!"

Fang Yuan crushed the sycamore leaves and sprinkled them on the snow, green and white matched very well.

Su Yousheng and the others were still trying their best to resist the monsters that kept coming out from under the snowfield, and the sword yuan was almost exhausted, although it was slightly supplemented by the star pattern ruler of the Thousand Machine Sect, it was not enough to make ends meet.

The smile on the corner of the mouth of the Xuanyi demon who had transformed into the underworld became thicker and thicker, and these people surrounded by alien beasts were about to become his teachings.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered.

Not far away, a black line rushed from the underworld and the sky, like a tidal wave of the Qiantang River.

Between this black wave, hundreds of blood-colored knife lights flickered.

It is the blood sect and the northern iron horse!!

Su Yousheng and the others, who were surrounded by the Immortal Beasts, also heard the sound of horses' hooves and also saw the blood-colored sword light.

"Saved!!"

The crowd was cheering, and Su You

Sheng Ze was stunned, and the sword moves in the quick sword technique were vented in the sword light, and her front was sprinkled with the green blood of the strange beast.

Seeing that it was not good, the demon of the Immortal Transformation gritted his teeth and turned into a ray of light and fled into the cold mist.

But an ash stick fell from the sky, like a thunderbolt, and slashed straight at the body of the shapeshifting demon of the Underworld.

The blood mist exploded in the air.

The ash stick also returned to Chen Bading, who was standing on the magic knife.

The northern iron cavalry came in a hustle and bustle, like a forest spear, and the snowfield beasts fell in batches.

The Blood Sect's Huangquan Sword Technique is even more faint in the bloody sword, these are all killing intent that can only be forged in continuous killing.

Now, it should be called a one-sided massacre.

In less than an instant, the snowy beasts were all corpses lying in the snow.

Su Yousheng's lake-blue sword shirt was stained with blood, of course, it was a snowy beast.

The cold fog cleared, and the sky turned out to be a deep night sea.

The cold fog in the snowfield can not only disorient people, but also hide the passage of time.

At this point, it was already half a month later.

Su Yousheng saw Dusk Xiao and Wu Chao who were sandwiched among the disciples of the Blood Sect, but he didn't see Fang Yuan.

I couldn't help but feel a tightening in my heart.

Xuan Zhouzi stepped forward before Su Yousheng and asked, "Where is Uncle Fang?"

Dusk Xiao Shen Sheng recounted how he encountered the cardinal of the Taiping Dao Kingdom, and how Fang Yuan helped them escape from the cold mist.

The eyes of the female disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect beside them were red.

Su Yousheng's face was gloomy, she took the sword light and rose from the ground, although the cold mist dissipated, it was only the width of a road leading to Jiangxue Valley.

In the depths of the underworld, the cold fog remains.

At this moment, a sword light lit up in the dense fog deep in the snowfield, just like a boat breaking the waves in the first line of tide in Qiantang.

Xuan Zhouzi's sword yuan had not yet recovered, and he could only watch Su Yousheng rush towards the depths of the snow field with his sword.

But after a while, he found that Su Yousheng did not enter the cold mist as he imagined, but stood on the Yingqi Sword.

The sword light in the cold mist wave was emitted by Fang Yuan's Sea-Breaking Sword.

Chen Bading looked at Fang Yuan who was coming, a little surprised, he saw that Fang Yuan's strength had not yet reached the right realm, but he could retreat from the hands of the cardinal in the cold mist, which was really beyond his expectations.

This new sword master of the One Sword Sect is not simple.

Su Yousheng looked at Fang Yuan, who came to her with a sword, and laughed.

Although it is cold, there is also a spring breeze in February.

Fang Yuan and the others withdrew from the Underworld with their swords, and there was actually a cold mist outside the Snow Valley.

It is still snowing on the snowy mountain next to the snow valley.

Yuan Huai Tong and the others had already left the snow field before Fang Yuan, because his master, Wei Junting, the sect master of Kyushu, personally entered the snow field and brought them out.

The bureau jointly laid out by the gods and the heads of the various sects did not force the old demon of the sword on Fengxue Mountain to go down the mountain, but forced out the one on Xiaofang Mountain.

It can be said that stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice.

On top of this, Fang Yuan said a piece of news that surprised these layout people even more.

The Great Sage of the Underworld slaughtered the dog, that is, the one who broke the sword, and he had a lot of sorrows.

Since they laid it out, Fang Yuan had no reason, let alone an obligation to improve the bureau for them.

When Bae Hyun heard the news, he was not surprised, because many sorrows fled from his sword back then.

The bottomless pool of water in the Shendu and the various sects finally rippled under the fall of many sorrowful stones.

On Xiaofang Mountain, there is a wooden house on the mountainside, which is built of plane trees, and what is very different from the wooden house is that the wooden house has a very large window.

Outside the window, there is the full range of sycamores in Xiling.

Inside the room was a woman in a red dress

, Anyone who has seen her true face will never forget her peerless appearance in this life, except for one person, of course.

This woman in a red dress is the owner of this Xiaofangshan.

The young man holding the cat came down from Xiaofang Mountain, and the cold fog didn't seem to have any hostility towards him.

He wanted to see the woman on the mountain.

There was nothing on the snow field that could hide from the woman in the red dress, so she said lightly: "What are you doing here?"

The young man holding the cat stood in front of the window, just blocking the Qianqiu snow sycamore on the West Ridge.

The woman in the red dress frowned, he was still so bold.

Touching the black cat that was shivering from the cold, the young man smiled and said, "Give you a gift." ”

The woman in the red dress said coldly: "No need." ”

The young man smiled, threw down the ink mark that had not yet dried, took the sword light, and flew away.

The painting is the scene of Fang Yuan stepping into the snowfield.

The woman in the red dress had a hint of softness on her face that was like ten thousand years of ice, and he finally stepped into the snow field again.

The Qianqiu snow sycamore on the West Ridge has not been watered for a long time, and I remember that the last time it was watered when he did not go to the Qinhuai River.

The purpose of the young man holding the cat is to let her go down Xiaofang Mountain, and as for the consequence, the peace on the snow field will be broken.

"In that case, I have done as you wish. ”

The corners of the woman's mouth in the red dress hooked up a graceful arc, which was enough to melt the ice and snow on the top of the cold mountain in the snowfield.

Shendu White Wall Alley, here is a rudder of the green shirt people, and its cover is a study.

The night sea is deep and starry.

Two men wearing hats and covering their faces knocked on the door of the study.

"Our shop is closed, so please come back tomorrow. ”

There was a sound of yawning tiredness coming from inside the door, but in the next second, his sleepiness would be swept away.

"Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt is wet. ”

This is the only code for the people in green shirts.

Because Sima Qingshan, the leader of the Qingyi people, is a native of Jiangzhou.

The door was opened, and it was opened by a middle-aged Confucian scholar in his forties, who was the supreme person in charge of the Tsing Yi people in this divine capital.

He sat under the flickering lamplight, looked at the two guests in front of him who were hiding their true faces, and asked, "What do you two want to know?"

One of them said in a hoarse and abnormal voice: "The national teacher in the palace, what is his real name?"

The middle-aged Confucian stroked his beard and said, "You should know the rules of the people in green shirts." ”

He said hoarsely: "The real person of the Ming Extinguishing is not going to the Heavenly Peak to ascend. ”

The eyes of the middle-aged Confucian suddenly lit up, this news was exactly what the people in green shirts needed.

Stroking his beard, the middle-aged Confucian priest suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "The national teacher in the palace is called Zhou Xiaowu. ”

The two men with shady hats got up and walked out of the study, now that they knew what they wanted, there was no reason to stay any longer.

The middle-aged Confucian man beckoned and asked a man in a green shirt to embellish him, and he wanted to know what the origin of these two people was.

However, to disappoint him, as soon as the man in green shirt came out of the door of the study, a sword light passed by his ears.

"Good means!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian had to give up his idea.

The night sky of Shendu is very pure, but under the pure sky, the filth hidden in the golden temples is unimaginable.

The two people wearing hats are Fang Yuan and Su Yousheng, and ordinary people don't know that it is not the emperor who gives advice in the palace, but the so-called "national teacher" hidden behind the scenes.

"Zhou Xiaowu is a good name. ”

Fang Yuan looked at the palace that went straight into the sky, where it was the tallest building in the Divine Capital, even higher than the iron tower, Changle Palace.