On those snowy days, I kept the snowflakes warm in the sword pattern and engraved them in my clothes. When it flies, it is like a king. —Epigraph.

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There are some outstanding people in some first-rate major sects or second-rate sects. They are either arrogant or ruthless, with paranoid personalities, swords and swords, wandering the world, or approachable to save the dead and help the wounded, such as the monks of the Hanging Temple.

These people are known as the people of the world who walk under heaven.

Not long after Qian Duoduo and the Moyi people entered, a gray monk also came to this alley, he stood at the mouth of the alley with a sandalwood rosary on his head and watched it for a long time, and recited: "Immeasurable Buddha." It seems that Poor Dao has a lot of fate with Xiaoyou!"

The gray monk recited the Buddhist scriptures and stepped into the gray alley, and a golden flame rose on his body, and a golden ring appeared in the void behind him, pressing the void to shake and crack, and the wisps of black cracks appeared and healed rapidly. And those strange gray mist retreated as if they were facing a great enemy at this time.

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Gray alleys.

At this time, the Moi people were confused, there was only the endless black desert in front of her, she knew that it was fake, but she wanted to wake up but felt powerless, at this time she faintly heard the sound of footsteps gradually, and her mind only had time to faintly disperse, hooking something.

In the gray mist, I saw a man in Tsing Yi who was obsessed with dusting came from the gray mist, wearing a crooked bun, and his robe was old as if he had not been washed after hundreds of years of retreat. He stood three feet in front of Moy and looked at her, a slurping sound coming out of his mouth.

A closer look reveals that his body is not substantial, but rather translucent.

This is a direct manifestation of the power of the monks who have entered the Void Realm.

However, the combat power of the soul clone is greatly reduced compared to itself, and at this moment, the man in Tsing Yi himself is controlling the fog box outside, and it is this soul clone that can come in and "harvest".

"The skin is like clotted fat, and the hands are like soft, and it is worthy of being the first immortal of Tianyin. Tsk, this figure, this face, and this cut autumn eyes are really pitiful to me. The man in Tsing Yi said to himself, and did not move immediately, neither forward nor backward.

The man in Tsing Yi is the third elder Qingsong who led the team this time! Recently, he has stepped into the 'Void Realm', and he can be said to have excellent qualifications and talents in the Wu'en Gate. Although he is lustful and likes to specialize in Yin damage exercises such as rejuvenation, he is still appreciated and valued by the ungraced master Li Tiangan, and is given the Misty Box, the magic weapon of the earth level!

The power of entering the realm of illusion is half of the sky of the sect!

This is the reality of the cultivation world, as long as you have the strength to match it, you can be willful, as long as it does not affect the overall situation, even if you do something bad, who can care about you?

This mist box is a ground-level magic weapon, and its greatest effect is to make the person in it lose the protection and attribute blessing of the external formation. Otherwise, in this huge Nanmu City, in the Aoki Great Array, who would be able to kill these two great sect wizards who were "cared for" by the Great Array?

Fortunately, they dared to break into the fog box, Qing Song secretly sighed that it was really a big surprise from God! His original intention was to absorb enough women's Yin Yuan in this Nanmu City, which not only satisfied his desires but also promoted the advancement of the exercises, but this city lord really pulled across, and after a few women died, he found the Immortal Family Sect, and he seemed to have to enlighten him if he had the opportunity.

Qing Song suddenly waved at the black mist in front of Mo Yi, and the black mist nightmare with narrow bloody eyes immediately dissipated. A faint smile began to appear on Qingsong's face, as the look of struggle on the Moi's face had faded, and he was looking blankly ahead.

He sighed in his heart, the first person on the mainland's condensation list, the person with the best talent for thousands of years, is really extraordinary. This is a ground-level magic weapon, and under the control of her own power, it is very remarkable that she did not fall into an illusion immediately. But with a lot of money on the other side, he doesn't have to worry about it at all, he feels completely insignificant, and I'm afraid he should die in fantasy at this time.

A mortal who has not cultivated the spiritual root, thinking that he can run rampant in his earth-level magic weapon with a few formations? He had already sentenced Qian Duoduo to death in his heart, so he waited to go to Qian Duoduo to pick up the treasure after absorbing the massive amount of Yin Yuan in the Moyi people's body first.

Qing Song wanted to know what kind of secret made his senior brother salivate! Even the master of the door praised him lavishly. He will not forget the words he said when the door master gave him the magic weapon: "After the vision of the immortal star, for thousands of years, the Snow Sword Mountain Villa has made an exception to accept a mortal into the mountain, do you know why? ”

Qing Song thought that these secrets or holy relics were about to be possessed by himself, and he became uncontrollably excited, and came to the Moi people in three steps and two steps, looking at the beauty in front of him, he couldn't help but stretch out a hand to caress the smooth jade face, the mist covered his face, and an obscene smile bloomed insolently!

Laughing and laughing, something cold fell on his face, and Qing Song suddenly woke up! A hand was about to touch the Moy's cheek, and he immediately pulled it back. He hurriedly pulled the cold thing off his face and looked at it, and sneered.

I saw that it was a snow-white and crystal snowflake. Yes, he was sure it was a snowflake, a very ordinary snowflake.

It's just snow from the Misty Box? But why is the snowflake getting hotter and hoter? It burns the palm of its hand, and then it falls from the back of its hand, and falls lightly in the gray mist.

All this was only for a moment, and Qing Song's color changed and he suddenly looked at the Moi. I saw that the corner of the snow-white robe on the slender waist of the beautiful woman suddenly turned white and dazzling, like a burning flame, white flames, and sword intent.

After all, after being convinced that they could not break free, the Moi people used their weak divine sense to "ignite" the snow coat that Qian Duoduo had given him.

She didn't expect that Qian Gongzi's words had really come true, and now it was the one who could save herself. The binding power of the illusion in this gray mist was far beyond what the Condensation Realm could contend with, and what was even more terrifying was the black shadow!

This is a conspiracy, the object is either himself, and it is probably aimed at Qian Gongzi, but I don't know what is going on with him now. The Moi thought to themselves before they became unconscious.

The snow is about to erupt! A radius of three zhang is like a king. It's a pity that the Moi can't see it and fall into their own illusions.

The white snowflakes burned and flew, and the crystal was shining, and the gray smoke was hollowed out in an instant, no more, no less, just three feet. The Moi stood in the center of the snowfall, their expressions sometimes painful and sometimes joyful, and they were still immersed in their own visions

Those white snowflakes pierced Qingsong's palms, cheeks, arms, thighs, etc. The sword qi was raging, and the sword fire burned, instantly melting into one transparent hole after another all over his body.

Except for the body cultivators, the flesh of the other monks is as brittle as tissue paper, and of course it is difficult to pierce with ordinary swords.

In just an instant, Qingsong screamed and retreated. The expression on the gray mist face was painful, and the eyes were suddenly gloomy and terrifying!

"A lot of money!" Qingsong roared, angry and frightened.

It stands to reason that where could a formation of this level hurt his power in the Void Realm?

In the outside world, this kind of formation can be dodged by his virtual senses, but here, he is just a soul clone at the spirit level, and he also took the initiative to send it to other people's formations just now.

Qing Song's hatred for Qian Duoduo is getting stronger and stronger now, the soul clone is damaged, and his strength will definitely be damaged, he doesn't know how many years of penance it will take to recover, let alone condense the true soul clone and step into the cultivation realm that all monks have finally dreamed of for a long time!

Qian Duoduo's snow array in his hand is equivalent to directly depleting his decades of penance, and Qing Song wants to turn around now and go directly to kill that mortal ant!

Qing Song was shocked that why did the Drifting Snow Formation appear on a corner of his clothes? The right time and place can perfectly carve the formation for the formation to enter the room, and being able to carve the formation without being known should be the level of the formation of the great achievement. But what does it mean for you to engrave the snow in a piece of clothing?

Didn't you bully me Qingsong Daoist who didn't understand the formation?

But this kid really did it! When did this kid do it, and how did he do it? Qingsong was very distressed.

He now understands why Senior Brother wants to pay a lot more money for this, because it is really against the sky, a mortal can comprehend the formation path, and he may have holy relics on his body, if he grows up, he can't imagine how powerful the Snow Sword Mountain Villa will be in the future.

Even if he can only live for a hundred years, he has to shrink up without grace for a hundred years, lead the second child's dynasty to worship, and be a real millennium second.

Qingsong looked at the Moi people in the snow formation and shouted, "Little snow formation!" He waved the dust like a light and shadow and rushed in.

Of course, Qing Song still didn't know that Qian Duoduo had slaughtered his senior brother's junior brother Miao Yuanliang in Yueyang City, Miao Yuanliang was the elder of the Hidden Palace of Zhaoxue Country at that time, and the strength of the early stage of returning to the spirit, at that time, he was directly blown to nothingness by the snow of the snow array, and Miao Lixuan didn't even have a chance to collect the corpse.

If he knew, he wouldn't have rushed at this moment.

In Qing Song's opinion, the formation, if you break the formation, you won't be able to solve it! With his speed and the dust as a barrier, it shouldn't be difficult to kill the Moi people with one blow.

But it backfired, Qing Song just rushed into a zhang, and in an instant, only sandalwood poles were left in the snow-white sword light, and his body was directly exposed in the scorching sword light, and then he let out a scream that was even more painful than just now!

The soul clone repaired the countless holes that had suddenly penetrated on its own, and it became even darker! Qing Song's heart was dripping blood!

The clone did not have the protection of the condensation light shield and was in the snow array, and it was extremely damaged. Although there was no blood flowing out, the extreme pain was unavoidable, and it was clearly transmitted into the body of the outside world.

"Ahh The soul clone was burned and pierced by the sword qi twice, and his strength plummeted.

"Little girl, don't force me to be ruthless!" he said fiercely, with a murderous look in his eyes. I saw that he suddenly held the black box in his left hand, the black box seemed to be as heavy as a mountain, and his left arm was suddenly bent, Qing Song grinned in pain, his right hand suddenly shook the void, and suddenly a handful of white dust appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Qing Song held on to the dust and waved it at the black box. Then there was no golden sky full of skylight, but a few strands of hair fell from the dust very plainly, and they shook in the gray mist of the black box, which was inconspicuous.

This dust whisk is his natal magic weapon, these few wisps of hair should be enough to kill the condensing junior, Qing Song thought.

At this moment, a voice came from the black box: "Daoist friends are afraid that their lives will not be long before they act like this!"