If it was an ordinary evil spirit, Shen Lian's mind would be able to destroy it with an unbreakable sword intent, but the evil god who caused him harm this time was probably a rare and powerful person in the entire universe galaxy, and the essence of that trace of evil power was far beyond Shen Lian's expectations. He tried to visualize the innate deity of the 'Shangqing Lingbao Natural Locking Heart and Mind Fixing Divine True Solution' to deal with the evil force, but he was actually able to sense it and disturb his state of mind in advance, making his clear spiritual platform ripple like a ripple on the surface of the water, and he could not visualize the innate deity.

At the same time, Shen Lian also understood that this trace of evil power had its own spirituality, and this alone was extremely shocking. In the world, except for the demon spirits and human beings who cultivate the Tao, it is difficult for spirituality to appear in other things, if a good magic weapon has spirituality, it will be like a carp that has never crossed the dragon gate, just by crossing the dragon gate, it is possible to advance to a magic weapon, so as to cultivate independently.

Even a trace of mana can breed spirituality, this is simply the realm of the legendary 'law has a primordial spirit', and when it comes to a step, it will hardly fall.

No matter how majestic and vast the other party is, Shen Lian still has to expel this trace of evil power now, and blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, at least this distress allows him to wake himself up, if he goes to Zhongshan with pride and complacency, even if he is brave and diligent, the possibility of survival is still not very large.

Chao Xiaoyu has already returned to the main altar of the Luo Sect in Jimo Peak, and cleared the subordinates with different intentions, taking advantage of the heavy blow to the Luo Sect this time, she reorganized the Luo Sect, and the system is more stringent, and those who do not do their best will be punished by the canons, and those who can do things have been rewarded and promoted.

The power of the entire Luo Sect is not as good as before, but Chao Xiaoyu's control over the Luo Sect has finally reached its peak, and in various important places in the entire Yuanzhou, with the number of Zhou Tian, three hundred and sixty sub-altars have been laid out, and each altar master has his own unique ability, even if he encounters a figure of the level of a monk of the Dan, he can have the means to deal with it.

At the same time, with the respect of the gods, Chao Xiaoyu sealed four affiliated gods, and controlled the Luo religion for her.

In a short period of time, she has completed one feat after another, and looking at Xiaoyu's execution, looking at the entire cultivation world, it is difficult for anyone to stand out, but she doesn't have much joy, standing on a weathered boulder, the dissolving moonlight is like a thin veil covering her graceful figure, which is enough to turn the faces of all beings upside down, slightly twisted, a little cold.

Until now, she has not found the whereabouts of the Heavenly Dream Fairy, and at the same time, after the huge organization appeared, it suddenly disappeared without a trace, even if the Zen masters of the eight sects of Buddhism got together and jointly decided to send Daosheng, Seng Zhao, Dao Rong, and Seng Rong, the 'Four Sages of Shamen', to visit the world, they did not find a single half of the organization.

Chao Xiaoyu deeply suspected that the leader of that terrorist organization was Yanxu, but he couldn't confirm it, and even the Heavenly Dream Fairy was in that organization. She picked up a piece of cloth in her hand again, which was transmitted by the wind envoy among the four great divine envoys of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and there were only three words written on it: 'Seven and a half months'.

July and a half is obviously a date, and this year's July and a half have already passed, and there are less than ten months before the next July and a half, what does that day mean, carefully calculated, I am afraid that Shen Lian should also arrive in Zhongshan on that day.

Zhao Xiaoyu sighed softly, hoping that he could come back alive, otherwise it would be difficult for her to survive in the increasingly difficult world, let alone establish an immortal great sect.

After the death of the ruler of the Golden Lonely Kingdom, all the people, along with most of the officials and the rich, were in revelry, because it was unpopular for the Golden Nation to oppress the people by force.

But the country can't be left without an owner for a day, most people want to elect Shen Lian as their lord and accept their support, but when they go to find Shen Lian, this mysterious Taoist priest from the east has disappeared.

A Taoist priest in Tsing Yi and a girl with a sword appeared in the vast wasteland, leaving only one person's footprints in the condensed black earth. The footprints are not those of the girl with a sword, but a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi with empty sleeves.

This is a frozen layer that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, and even the monk's flying sword is difficult to leave traces on it, but the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, every step falls, there are full three inches of marks.

The distance between the footprints is one foot, never more, never less.

Fang Yanying followed behind Uncle Shi, and the worry in her eyes could not be erased, because Uncle Shi was now experiencing pain that she couldn't imagine, but she was suppressed by him, but she would still leak some clues, that is, the step-by-step footprints.

If you don't have the power to vent, even the lightest snow will never leave half a trace of your uncle.

Shen Lian's hand was as white as jade, and the other hand was wrapped around a white cloth. He didn't speak when he crossed the mountain, nor did he speak when he crossed the cracks in the earth, and Shen Lian hadn't said a word for ten days, just kept walking mechanically.

Even Fang Yanying was a little glad for the footprints left by her ancestor, because sometimes she was in a trance, and she found that her uncle had no breath, and it seemed to have a taste of dead silence.

Until a certain moment, Fang Yanying crossed the figure of Uncle Shi, and his eyes were full of snow-white.

Because it was as if all the wind and snow in the world had reached the mountain in front, and there was no other scenery to see except the white snow.

Shen Lian finally stopped, stretched comfortably, and yawned slightly, "It's finally here." ”

This lazy stretch is like a river covered in ice suddenly melting, even if it is still cold, but everyone knows that spring is coming, and nothing can stop the arrival of spring.

One of Shen Lian's hands was still wrapped in a white cloth, impermeable, but the whole person swept away the dead silence of that period of time, which was exceptionally fresh and natural.

The frozen soil under his feet actually sprouted green shoots, growing to a height of half a foot in the blink of an eye, blooming with small golden flowers, Shen Lian walked towards the snowy mountain with a leisurely gait, wherever he went, there were wild grass flowers, and small golden flowers were paved on the frozen soil, like a road paved with gold.

There is a story in Buddhism that when the Buddha walked down from the nine heavens to the mortal world, there was an emperor Shakti who used the Vajra method to turn into a golden ladder, and let the Buddha step on it and descend to the world, preaching the vast majesty of the Buddha.

Of course, Shen Lian did not have Emperor Shakti as an attendant, but the small golden flowers under his feet were also dyed with the Vajra Method, which was not as profound and subtle as the Emperor Shakti's Law, but he also got the meaning of Vajra.

Wind and snow cannot be dyed, and frozen soil cannot be blocked.

The small golden flowers were thriving, and finally spread to the mountains with Shen Lian's footsteps.

Thus a golden winding path was opened, leading straight to the depths of the Great Snow Mountain.

(To be continued.) )