Qing Shui took light steps, leaving a line of footprints on the snow until he reached the mountain temple. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps the heavy snow covered the remnants of the temple, and the cornices were hung with crystal clear ice. Let this temple sweep away the cold and lonely scene of the past, and there is quite a lonely and lonely spirit.

Pausing under the door, Qing Shui said: "It's already here, what should I do." ”

Shen Lian stood beside her and said leisurely: "Heaven, earth, mountains and rivers are not always spiritual. There are spirits and fairies. This mountain has a spiritual opportunity, and the blood river named her mother the mountain god. This temple is the place where the spirit of this mountain gathers, just take the spirit of this mountain range, I have a way for you to use the spirit to exert the magic power of the world. ”

Qing Shui said: "If there is no spiritual opportunity, what will happen to this mountain?"

Shen Lian smiled and said: "The phoenix is not a sycamore, and the immortal god is not a spiritual mountain." Since then, it has been difficult for immortals to reside in this mountain. ”

After hearing this, Qing Shui groaned, "That's not a bad thing. ”

Shen Lian clapped his hands and said, "You can easily understand this truth." ”

Why Qing Shui said that it was not a bad thing, Shen Lian also agreed. The so-called nature of water is good for all things, and all things are born from water. However, the nature of water is soft and weak, so it is indisputable. The people are high and low, and the water is evil to the people. When this mountain loses its spiritual opportunity, it is like water, ordinary, and not powerful, so there is no dispute.

No quarrel is the way to eternity.

The famous mountains in the world today may not have some ordinary barren mountains that have existed for a long time.

Shen Lian taught Qing Shui the method of extracting the spiritual machine, and Qing Shui acted according to the law, and the spiritual machine was immediately pulled out. She couldn't stand the spirit of this mountain alone, so the spirit that she couldn't tolerate was dispersed, so that the grass and trees in the mountain actually sprouted new sprouts in the dead of winter, and soon there was some green appearance.

On the other side, the sun shines down on the green onions, as if a thin layer of green glow has been draped over this mountain.

At this time, a celebrity passed by, saw this scene, and later asked that this mountain was nameless, so according to today's situation, this mountain took the word Qingxia, which spread.

It's just that after a few years, Baume & Mercier came to visit this mountain in the dead of winter, and there was no such scene.

couldn't help but regret it, and the friends who came with him were also disappointed.

Qingxia Mountain missed the opportunity to become famous, but passed on the name, and as time passed, the residents under the mountain, no one knew the origin of the name of the mountain.

After that, Qing Shui didn't care, she relied on the spirit of Qingxia Mountain, exerted the magic power of the end of the world, and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in the blink of an eye, and arrived at the opposite side of the mountain behind Jinguang Temple.

Yuan Qing's confrontation with the three Zen masters and the Moonlight Zen Master was a confrontation between the top cultivators in the world, and there was no room for the slightest distraction, and no one even noticed her arrival.

At this time, the sky was like blood, and the blood rained down.

The moonlight Zen master did not move, but the three Zen masters were silent, flying around Yuanqing, like the spirits of the nine shadows.

Originally, their Dharma was profound, and their hands and feet were solemn and immense. But at this moment, the blood rain is falling below, and I can't help but feel ghostly. said that it was a confrontation, but in fact, it was already in a confrontation with Yuan Qing, and it was still affected to a certain extent.

Yuan Qing held the Yuan Tu Sword in his back hand, and he didn't even move a single hair on his body.

His stillness is far deeper than the immobility of the moonlight Zen master.

The Moonlight Zen Master exerts a high level of meditation, like a latent lake. And Yuan Qing controlled tranquility with quietness, which was like a potential bottomless abyss.

There is no way to judge his state from his appearance, let alone how to break his qi.

Qing Shui only glanced at it, and then said, "I said he wouldn't lose." ”

Her eyesight is already the first class in the world. With this glance, the rest of the Zen masters of the Buddhist Sect, or the sect masters of the other three great sects, would not see more than her.

Shen Lian said: "Not necessarily. ”

Qing Shui was puzzled, and suddenly his heart moved, and he looked sideways, but he didn't know when there was a blood-robed man with a gloomy expression beside him. He had a blood-colored sword pinned to his waist, and the breath of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood was surging out on it.

The vitality within a radius of a hundred miles was all polluted by this blood qi for a while, mixed with the blood rain in the sky, and finally the sky was completely dark, and there were no stars and moons.

Yuan Qing finally broke away from that state of silence, his eyes tore through the darkness, first shocked, then angry.

Because he saw Qing Shui, and then he saw Huang Quanzi.

Was Qing Shui held hostage by Huang Quanzi, Yuan Qing's already turbulent Dao heart was even more undulating, and the killing force in his body was difficult to suppress. His eyes were bloodshot and full of anger.

But in this state, his judgment of the situation is clearer. The mana fluctuations of the three Zen masters were seen through by him without concealment, and together with how the Buddha relics in the body of the moonlight Zen master were overflowing with wisps of Buddha power, giving him huge strength, they all taught Yuan Qing to see it clearly.

He is like a master of the pinnacle of skill, and his opponent is a cow that he has seen through all the structures, waiting for him to enter at any time.

Killing is no longer an act that repels him, but is sublimated to the level of the Tao.

In such a situation, Yuan Tu Jian quietly came out.

The sound of murmuring water in the void is a natural music that teaches people to forget themselves.

Fa Xian was the first to react and threw out the dzi that had been coiled in his hand for hundreds of years. There are 24 of these beads, which are modeled after the 24 heavens of the ancient Buddha, and after being immersed in the Dharma for hundreds of years, each bead has the power of a mountain.

Normally, if Fa Xian fights like this, even if the other party refines into a Taoist primordial god, he will have to suffer a heavy blow.

It's just that under the sound of the sword light in the water, the dzi lost its due power, and the original full color was immediately ashed, and the effort between breaths became flying ash.

For hundreds of years, the Buddha treasure of the life of the cultivator was annihilated, causing Fa Xian to spit out a mouthful of blood immediately.

How could Yixing and Zhixuan imagine that the Faxian Zen Master was severely injured by Yuan Qing in one blow.

Fortunately, although they didn't expect it, the qi engine burst out as early as when Yuan Qing moved.

The group waved out the Zen staff, stirred up the sound of wind and thunder, and met the sword river that destroyed the dzi. The unparalleled momentum has the great power to turn the world upside down.

On the other side, Fa Xian had already stopped the injury, and he kept in his hand, making a big handprint.

Although he was injured, the power of the big mudra did not diminish in the slightest, and he actually came first, rushing before the Zen staff, and hit the sword light.

The sound of the water is silent, and the sword river has a tendency to turn around.

This blow is enough to show how deep the Dharma of Dharma is really profound.

It's just that in the dark night, it is difficult for anyone to see the decay of his spirit. Like a piece of rotten wood, it may lose its last bit of vitality at any time.

Zhixuan strolled in the air, as elegant as a blooming flower, and stretched out his crystal smooth fingers to Yuan Qing to shoot at the void. The silent wind penetrated all obstacles and quietly descended on Yuan Qing.

Yuan Qing snorted lightly, and three blood holes broke out on his body.