The envoy obviously knows the traces of Snow Lotus, and if he denies it again, he will definitely invite death, how can this be good?

Mo Feng frowned and thought, his expression suddenly moved, and he hurriedly said respectfully: "Lord Messenger, the thousand-year-old snow lotus in the snow-sealed domain is the treasure of the town domain, my sect admires the envoy Tiantuan very much, no matter how bold he is, he will not touch the snow lotus, when my sect saved a person, it must be him, while we were defenseless, quietly climbed up to Yueyun Mountain, and after taking off the snow lotus to take it, he quietly slipped back." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Please also ask the messenger to check clearly!"

"Are you a three-year-old child?" the little monk glared at him, only to see two red flames, burning in the depths of his pupils.

Mo Feng's heart sank, this look, he ...... Are you going to make a move?

Before he had time to think about it, Mo Feng's body flew up violently, and when he inhaled his dantian, he opened his mouth and spit out a purple bead, which was exactly the same as the one that Mo Li fed to Lan Feng at the beginning, but its size was already several times that of that one.

The monks behind him were shocked, and many monks wanted to stop it, but in the end, they didn't have time, and the moment the purple pill flew out, it turned into a little purple light under the decision of the ink wind, and fell into the miserable white snow above the giant dragon mountain range.

Suddenly, purple light burst out from the mouth of the Dragon Mountain Range and pushed towards the red-eyed monk at the mouth of the crack.

A hint of surprise appeared on the red-eyed little monk's face, and he quickly flew into the crack, and the moment the purple light arrived, the crack closed, and the heavens and the earth returned to normal.

Mo Feng's face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of essence blood, knelt on the ground, looked up at the location of the crack just now, and smiled.

A purple-clothed monk behind him stepped forward and helped him up, worrying, "Sect Master, are you okay?"

"It's no big deal!" Mo Feng staggered to his feet, shuddering.

"Sect Master, don't you think it's a pity that you sacrificed the Purple Pill in your body, and your cultivation for hundreds of years was destroyed like this?" asked the purple-clothed monk with a sad face.

Mo Feng's face was obviously a lot more wrinkled, he sighed lightly, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "It's better than the Purple Yan Sect destroying the sect, I just wanted to use the purple pill to transform into a barrier, but I didn't expect to beat the messenger away, hehe." ”

"Sect Master, you ...... The sky ......" The purple-clothed monk suddenly turned pale, and pointed behind Mo Feng incoherently.

Mo Feng felt bad, and when he turned around, he only saw a dark sky, and a red line appeared again, and this line slowly expanded, and the further back he went, the faster he expanded.

"He's back. Mo Feng's voice was already hoarse, and his eyes revealed despair.

"Grandpa. ”

In the midst of the blizzard, he heard Moli's voice.

"Li'er ......" Mo Feng turned around and saw Mo Lizheng standing in the mouth of the dragon with a blank expression, isolated by the purple barrier.

"Grandpa, are you okay? Why can't you get out of Li'er, don't blame me, Li'er knows that he is wrong. Mo Li frowned slightly and sniffled.

A line of clear tears flowed from the corners of Mo Feng's eyes, and in the cold and cold wind and snow, they instantly condensed into ice.

At this time, he had already lost his cultivation, moved his inconvenient legs and feet, slowly came to the barrier of the dragon's mouth, shook his head and said: "Li'er, you are grandpa's only granddaughter, how can grandpa blame you? ”

"Grandpa, your voice ......" Mo Li, sensing that something was wrong.

"Li'er, it's really cold outside, and today, grandpa finally knows that the air in the snow is so cold. Mo Feng's eyes stared at Mo Li without moving, his eyebrows and beard were already covered with frost, and his body trembled very much.

The white-haired old man who used to like to stand on the top of the dragon and look out majestically over the snowy fields is suddenly afraid of the cold today.

At this moment, the crack had cracked twice the size of its original size, and two identical little monks appeared in front of everyone with red eyes.

"Brother, let's destroy them. The little monk who had just drilled into the crack pulled the corner of the little monk's clothes next to him.

"Yes, how can you let your brother be bullied in vain, hmph, you all die!" Another little monk pulled his younger brother with his left hand, and his right hand instantly became several times larger, like a sky-pressing hammer, quickly smashing towards Mo Feng.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

......

All the disciples of the Ziyan Sect all blocked in front of Mo Feng, surrounding him tightly, Mo Feng nodded gratefully, and said in a trembling voice: "How can I Mo Feng, have you brothers who share weal and woe, it is not a pity to die!"

"Sect Master, without you, how could I have lived to this day? Fighting for the sect, it is glorious to die!"

"Life is a person of the Purple Yan Sect, death is the ghost of the Purple Yan Sect, long live the Yan Sect!"

"The Purple Yan Sect is immortal!Brothers, up!"

"The Purple Face Sect is immortal!"

"The Purple Face Sect is immortal!"

......

In the bleak pale wind and snow, there was the shouts of the strong men who shared the hardships, but they could withstand the invasion of the severe cold, but they could not resist the ruthless fists of the red-eyed little monks.

"Ahh

"Purple Face Sect ......"

"Eternal life...... Indestructible!"

......

There was a miserable shout of the disciples behind him, and Mo Feng was in tears, but he was no longer powerless to resist, he ...... He was dying.

"Grandpa, you let me out, everything is my fault, Li'er bears it alone!" Mo Li cried bitterly, kneeling on the ground and pale.

"No, Li'er, it's good for grandpa to bear it for you, you have to remember that today, the seven hundred and eighty-nine disciples of the Ziyan Sect, don't live up to everything you have done...... Ahh

Mo Feng's eyes exploded, and before he could finish the last sentence, he was smashed by the huge fist.

The giant hammer punched the snowy mountain again, but the purple light of the snowy mountain flashed and there was not a trace of cracks.

"Grandpa......" Mo Li shouted to the sky, and finally fell to the ground, crying silently.

Behind a generation of heroes, the corpses of strong men are densely covered, some of them are unwilling, some have murderous eyes, and some are ...... With a smile on his face.

But all expressions were still at this moment, and after a while, they were covered in heavy snow, as if nothing had happened.

"Boom!" came an eerie laugh from the crack, and it gradually closed.

"Brother, Snow Lotus was eaten by the stranger who broke into the snow before!"

"Really, let's go find him!"

"Well, I heard that he is a minor monk on Nameless Island. ”

"Little friar, how boring is it to go out, let's wait for a few hundred years, and then go over?"

"Well, whatever my brother says, it's what it is. ”

......

At the end of April 453 in the year of the Death Calendar, the snow-covered domain, snow.

The pale snow-capped mountains were once again covered with goose feather snow, and gradually, it became a snowfield, vast and boundless, cold to the bone, and uninhabited.

...... (To be continued.) )