Wang Shaoyi and Wu Zhixuan both sent a Yang God, this time it is still Jin Shengyan as the main promoter, most of the general plans are from him, and the rest of the people are just a hand to help, whether they can succeed depends on the rising star of this family, whether there is any mystery in this realized supernatural power.

"Please also ask the two gentlemen to take action!" Jin Shengyan spread the Zhenqi rice paper in mid-air, and the general plot direction and scene had already been explained to the two Wendao saints.

At the same time, the eternal nightmare of the snow fell out of the divine power, this time it is not to build a dream outside, but to create it directly within the sea of knowledge of Shirakawa, which is very different from the difficulty of the previous one, and it is very delicate and proportionate, after all, Shirakawa's current body is not replenished, once the eternal nightmare is abnormal in his sea of knowledge, it is really Da Luo Jinxian who can't save him afterwards.

Therefore, the formation was directly pressed by the two Wendao Saints of the Twelve Realms, and outside the house were Cao Guanru and Ouyang Jiajing, the two Great Sword Immortals of the Ten Realms, who were guarding the formation, so they must be foolproof.

When Shirakawa fell into a coma, Xueluo said a little weakly: "Everything is fine for the time being. ”

Constructing a dream in a monk's sea of knowledge, Xueluo is also the first time to do such a thing, and he has no confidence in his heart.

At this time, it was the turn of the painting saint Wu Zhixuan to make a move, borrowing Wang Shaoyi's natal object Qingyu pen tube, with a big stroke of the pen, the weather is thousands, Wu Zhixuan is the finishing touch, making the dream of the snow fall more real, so that the storyline on the Zhenqi rice paper is no different from reality, in order to let Bai Chuan be reborn in a new life.

After Wu Zhixuan exerted his magical powers, Baichuan's heavenly spirit was flooded with colorful light, and at the same time, Zhenqi Xuan paper also lit up with brilliance to echo it, and when the two groups of Huaguang were docked together, Wu Zhixuan said softly: "Fellow Daoist, it's your turn to make a move!"

Wang Shaoyi took the green jade pen tube and splashed ink, the pen walked the dragon and snake, the iron painted silver hook, in the air, one by one the powerful fonts emerged one by one, this is the plot text made up by Jin Shengyan, embedded in the Zhenqi rice paper so that the story can go on in the direction envisaged.

"Girl, make a gong!" While Wang Shaoyi was writing, Yu Maomao also began to sacrifice the inheritance of Confucianism's domineering lineage, and his whole body flashed with golden light.

The old man Bai Ren's trick is a thousand words, she has done her best over the years, although she is not as invincible as Bai Ren who used the world to change color and fight all over the three sects and hundreds of schools, but the golden rule at the ferry of Dingjun Mountain that day has begun to take shape.

The fonts written by Wang Shaoyi one by one and then through Yu Maomao's golden rule, every word shined with dazzling light, and then began to be injected into Zhenqi rice paper.

In the Confucian Confucian Temple, there is a wall of golden light, all of which are the Confucian sages left to the world to the world of the wisdom of the mantra evolved into a font, existing between heaven and earth forever, Bai Ren's word is a clever means, although the evolved font is similar to these sage words, but what was the realm of Bai Ren back then, with his cultivation is naturally difficult for outsiders to distinguish, but Yu Maomao's cultivation is not enough, this kind of spell is just looking like a god, just like when Bai Chuan created a pseudo-sword world to defeat Shenxiu, with some other methods to try to fit, to achieve a little similar。

When Wang Shaoyi finished writing, Yu Maomao was already so tired that she couldn't breathe, so that the fonts evolved into golden characters and then integrated into Zhenqi rice paper to become a part of it, which can be regarded as emptying her family.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and the next step was the most important part, where Jin Shengyan used his magical powers to pull Bai Chuan's whole person into Zhenqi Xuan Paper and completely become the person in the story.

Everyone began to clear the field and quit the retreat place, it would be a lie to say that they were not nervous, and those who were worried about Bai Chuan knew that once the spell was cast out of control, Bai Chuan would really be gone, and even Nangong Yaochi was so nervous that he clenched his hands, and his breathing began to become heavy.

Cao Guanru took a deep breath, "Let's start!"

Jin Shengyan sat cross-legged and began to cast spells, cooperating with Wu Zhixuan to control the Zhenqi Xuan paper and began to press down on Bai Chuan's body, as the Zhenqi Xuan paper was lowered and lowered, it was obvious that Bai Chuan's body began to flatten, but fortunately, only two people could see this scene, and everyone was stopped from the retreat.

Jin Shengyan glanced up at Wu Zhixuan, and got a positive answer, so he dared to continue casting spells, and in the end, Bai Chuan's whole person became a paper figure, and if there was a breeze blowing at this time, it was estimated that he could blow it directly.

"Enter!" Jin Shengyan stretched out his hand, and Bai Chuan, who had turned into a paper figure, floated lightly, and then began to merge into the colorful Zhenqi rice paper, and when the whole person entered, Jin Shengyan exhaled a long breath.

Wu Zhixuan is also not easy, and now he is the only one left to maintain the operation of Zhen Qixuan's paper, which is extremely draining.

"Everything is carried out within the preset, and whether it can succeed or not depends on his creation. "Zhenqi rice paper is running slowly in mid-air, the brilliance is circulating, what Bai Chuan has experienced in it, I don't know, although the plot is preset, but there are always too many changes that may happen like reality.

All we hope is that everything will go smoothly and nothing will go wrong.

Kim Sung-yan and Oh Zhi-hyun kept the Jinqi rice paper running, and they couldn't stop for a moment, and after the snow that created the dream fell into the rice paper in Baichuan, they completely broke off the control of the dream, and now no one can intervene except wait for the results to come out.

The bright moon hung high in the sky until it gradually set, a new sun rose, and the noisy sword embankment that had been noisy all night did not stop the attack battle, and countless demon birds desperately rushed to the sword embankment under the drive of the big demon.

Cao Guanru, who had taken the time to take a trip to the Jiandi, frowned when he returned to Yaowangju, the door of the retreat was still closed, and the aura was running properly and there was no abnormality.

"Still going on?"

"Yes!"

Cao Guanru sighed rarely, his mind was firm, he felt that there was no hurdle that he couldn't overcome all his life, and he never sighed, even when he fought with Zhao Jing and lost completely, he was never as sad as he is now.

As Shirakawa's senior brother, the eldest disciple under Mr., let Shirakawa take such a risk, the burden he carries is heavier than anyone else's, in case of a little accident, how can he face the gentleman he respects the most.

"This time the battle is very tight, the losses of Dingjun Mountain are very heavy, and several great sword immortals have fallen on the sword embankment, eleven, go to the sword embankment with me tomorrow. Cao Guanru said in a deep tone.

Shi Yiyi just hummed softly, but if she didn't see what Bai Chuan was, and how could she go to the sword embankment to kill demons with peace of mind, she was worried, and she wouldn't be quick to punch!

The rising sun swayed its radiant rays, giving Dingjun Mountain a bright future, driving away the red and blue moonlight transmitted by the Nine Nether Realms.

At this time, Jin Shengyan suddenly shouted in the retreat: "Mao Mao, come with Mr. Wang." ”

The breath that had been steady suddenly became a little restless, and Wang Shaoyi and Yu Maomao hurriedly entered when they heard this.

Jin Shengyan said in a deep voice: "The story is coming to an end, everything is going well, but there is still one last word." ”

Wang Shaoyi asked in a deep voice, "What word?"

"Love One Word"

Rao is Confucian scholar Wang Shaoyi heard this, and he also frowned, only love words in the world are the most difficult to write, but he understands the meaning of Jin Shengyan, the reason why Bai Chuan has reached the point where he is now is that he is hurt and wants to recover, and this love word can't be bypassed no matter what.

"Please also ask Mr. to write a love word, and Mr. Cao, please make a move. ”

Cao Guanru entered and asked, "What can I do?"

Jin Shengyan muttered: "Mr. Cao, please take out a sword, evolve the long river of time, and cut off the fate of Bai Chuan's previous life!"

Cao Guanru also had his pupils gathered when he heard this, and he took out his sword to cut off the fate of his life, and this sword was a little difficult to start.

Jin Shengyan explained: "What I wrote for Bai Chuan is also based on the continuous love between him and Ouyang Fei Yao, Nangong Yaochi is already the third life, so Bai Chuan should also give up the previous life and continue the front in the third life." ”

The causal implication between people is the most mysterious, the causal fate between Bai Chuan and Ouyang Feiyao is indeed entangled, and Jin Shengyan's bold idea is indeed the best solution to solve the current dilemma.

"Let the Shirakawa of the previous life die in the story, if you can get out of this rice paper, he will be the Shirakawa of the next life!"

There is no need for Jin Shengyan to explain too much, Cao Guanru, who has the highest sword qi in the world, is out of the sword!

He is the senior brother of the Heart Saint Lineage, and this sword can only be made by him!

The light blue heavy river of years emerged, and with the sword qi going upstream, time was like a sharp blade, cutting off fate!

Come to see the butterfly dance in spring, count the flowers in autumn, and be lonely in winter!

Wang Shaoyi also started writing at the same time, and the green jade pen tube flew eleven strokes.

The golden rule was sacrificed at the same time, and the eleven love words were finally generated, and the Zhenqi rice paper began to shake violently, and after a dazzling light dissipated, Bai Chuan, who was like a piece of paper, slipped out of the Zhenqi rice paper.

Tears flowed, it was a tearful person who had experienced life and death, a lovesick debt infatuated with pain, and there was a faint sound of desolate flute in the Zhenqi rice paper in the running place, which seemed to be in the distance, under an eaves, blowing a song of acacia, and the sound broke the intestines and hooked the soul.

"Shirakawa, what makes you believe that there is a past life! Today, write a new life for you!"

Jin Shengyan shouted, like a paper man, Bai Chuan was like a wind and rain at this time, swaying, wanting to break.

Jin Shengyan shouted again, "Push open the door, and there will be a new life in front of you!"

It seems that he is unwilling to give up the story on the rice paper, Bai Chuan just looked at it in a daze, but did not take a step, he is still nostalgic for the love of this life, the people of this life, and he is reluctant to give up!

The aura of Zhenqi Xuan paper passed extremely fast, and what Jin Shengyan composed was over, if Bai Chuan couldn't get out of his new life, then he would disappear with the end of the story.

"White kindness!"

"Hakuro!"

"Chuanzi!"

"Bai Gongzi!"

"Little white face!"

"His Royal Highness!"

A sincere call, until Nangong Yaochi shouted softly, "Bai Chuan, please come out!"

The Paper Man finally reached out.

Push open the door, the red dust in the fireworks!

On the rice paper, it is the person in the story!!

Don't go to the past life, continue this life!

Love words are difficult!