In the middle of April in the year 453 of the Dead God Calendar, the snow-covered domain, snow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow here never stops, as it did today and yesterday.

In the endless snowfield, there is a dragon-shaped mountain range, and the dense clouds directly above the mountain range are suddenly torn open a huge crack.

Occasionally, a few lightning bolts flashed within it, making a thrilling rumbling sound.

At the top of the Dragon Mountain Range, there stood an old man in a purple robe with fairy wind bones, the clothes on his body moved with the wind, and the heavy snow was slowly falling from all directions, and he didn't seem to have a sense of cold.

The old man's deep eyes occasionally flashed a cold light, and he looked up at the crack in the firmament, frowning.

"Li'er, this is the consequence of your willfulness, Ziyan Sect, it may be today, there is no place to stand. ”

In a crystal clear cave in the Dragon Mountain Range, there sat a beautiful woman with ice muscles and jade bones, her eyes staring vacantly into the distance, obviously blind.

"Brother Lan, are you doing well? Xiaofu is doing her best for you, I have lost my eyes and you now, hehe, so be it. ”

She said.

At this moment, an old figure appeared at the entrance of the cave, hunched over, approaching her with a cane, looking at her with a look of pity.

"Grandpa Yakushi, you're here. The woman blinked, a faint smile on her melancholy face.

The old man sighed deeply, shook his head, and said, "Ah Li, will anyone remember if you do this?" That kid must still have a grudge against you in his heart when he leaves now, but you are blind because of him, why do you do this?"

"I just remember. Mo Li smiled lightly, "Grandpa Pharmacist, how is my grandfather lately?"

The old pharmacist's brows had already condensed, he pondered for a moment, came to the chair opposite Mo Li and sat down, and sighed, "He, he was almost angry with you!"

"Hehe, I haven't seen him for a month. Mo Li looked straight ahead, smiling a little sadly.

"Even if your grandfather comes, will you still be able to see his face?" asked the old pharmacist.

Mo Li frowned and shook his head, "Yes, Grandpa Pharmacist is right, Ah Li will never see you again, it's really sad to think about it." ”

"Then why did you do this in the first place?" the old pharmacist's face sank, and he grabbed the words and asked again.

Mo Li shook her head and said nothing, this was her own choice, no one could understand her.

After being silent for a long time, the old medicine master finally sighed, stood up, and said solemnly: "It's useless to talk more, but I'm here today to tell you a terrible bad news, the Purple Yan Sect, may be destroyed." ”

"What?" Mo stood up suddenly, looking surprised.

"Because you picked the thousand-year-old snow lotus on Yueyun Mountain before, the messenger has already found it. The old medicine man picked up the cane that had been placed aside, and slowly left, muttering to himself as he went.

"If you had known that you would be desperate for the sake of Snow Lotus and completely disregard the situation of the Ziyan Sect, Grandpa Medicine Master would never have told you that there was such a method. Alas, there is no point in talking so much now, everything depends on fate. ”

The sound grew farther and farther away, eventually fading away.

Mo Li was stunned, his expression stunned, and his body trembled.

"How is it possible, I am so discreetly hidden, how can anyone find out?"

At this moment, a dull roar faintly came from outside, and Mo Li's body trembled, and tears rained down.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, Mo Li is a sinner of the Purple Yan Sect through the ages. ”

On the dragon head of the Purple Yan Sect Mountain Range, Mo Feng stood there with his head held high, without losing a little majesty.

Behind him, there were dozens of purple-clothed monks, and behind the purple-clothed monks, there were hundreds of black-clothed disciples who all raised their heads in unison, staring at the crack in the sky, their eyes full of murderous aura.

"Boom" There was a muffled thunder, and a giant palm with a big eye suddenly stretched out from the crack, grabbing it fiercely in the direction of Mo Feng.

Just when his palms were five feet away from Mo Feng, three purple-clothed disciples rushed out from behind him, pinching their hands and blocking in front of him.

A purple barrier suddenly appeared, and a thick purple mist emerged from it, obscuring the view of the big hand.

The big hand slammed for a moment, then rushed forward again, and the barrier lasted only a breath, and then it was broken with a "bang!"

The big hand grabbed it quickly again, saying that it was too late, and dozens of black-clothed monks rushed out behind Mo Feng again, blocking in front of the three purple-clothed disciples, in the purple mist, there were bursts of heart-rending screams, gradually, the fog dissipated, Mo Feng squinted, and the giant palm was covered with blood, and the ground was full of body fragments of disciples in the door.

You must know that these disciples are all in the Jindan period, and in front of that big hand, they are as vulnerable as ants.

And the three purple-clothed disciples who stood in front of him, although they were unscathed on the surface, all their spiritual power collapsed, they gasped deeply, but the murderous aura in their eyes was undiminished, and they were desperately protecting Mo Feng to ensure his safety.

A kingdom cannot be without a king for a day, and a sect cannot be without a master for a day.

There was a "yi" laugh from the crack, and then, a bald monk poked his head out of the crack and smiled at Mo Feng: "Donor, return me Snow Lotus, spare you from death?"

"Lord Messenger, the old man didn't pick the snow lotus, I'm afraid you caught the wrong person. Mo Feng frowned and shouted loudly at the little monk.

"There will be no mistake, you picked the snow lotus, give it back to me. The little monk blinked his big eyes, innocent, and anyone who saw it would love it.

Mo Feng doesn't judge people by their appearance, don't look at the little monk Chu Chu now, he launched a ruthless attack and smashed the entire Ziyan Sect with one palm, absolutely no problem.

"Lord Envoy, Snow Lotus is not in the Purple Yan Sect, please look elsewhere. Mo Feng hesitated for a moment, respectfully knelt on one knee, and bowed his head in response.

In this world, there are basically no people who can make him kneel. But the power of the messenger was something he had seen with his own eyes when he first came here two hundred years ago.

At that time, it was because a sect did not believe in the existence of emissaries in this world, and repeatedly challenged the limits of the snow-sealed domain, and finally angered the envoy Tiantuan who was in charge of this space, a small monk who was exactly the same as today, and blew lightly, and the sect became a pile of ruins.

Since then, I have never seen the messenger again, I didn't expect that today, the messenger would appear again, in order to prevent the Ziyan Sect from being destroyed, what if he knelt down, besides, the master is respected, this is an eternal law.

"This is it!" The little monk's innocent and cute big eyes suddenly turned red like blood, and he said word by word: "Give it back to me!"

The color of these eyes is exactly the same as before the sect was wiped out two hundred years ago. (To be continued.) )