There was a young man in the sword light, this person was dignified, handsome and extraordinary, and his leather coat was a little different from that of the monks of other countries, but it had a refreshing color.

The third disciple standing on the side, this woman's eyes immediately lit up, and she exclaimed softly, "Senior brother is back!"

As for the second disciple who got up from more than ten zhang away, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he immediately changed to a state of joy.

Wang Lin could see from the memory of that Jiedan monk that this Jiedan monk admired this big disciple quite a lot, and this person and that Jiedan monk had more or less some blood relations and belonged to the same clan.

This great disciple can barely be regarded as a genius, and in less than a hundred years, he has already reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period, and he is only one step away from attaining the Dan.

However, according to the memory of the monk who knotted Dan, the reason why he loved this big disciple was precisely because of his appearance, and this monk planned to marry a female disciple of the monk in the late stage of the kedan to form a double cultivation, so that the two sides could reach an alliance.

This kind of thing, Wang Lin just swept it, and didn't pay attention to it, at this time, the sword light was already approaching, and it landed in front of the Ice and Snow Tower, the eldest disciple lifted his shirt, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said loudly: "The disciple saw the master, fortunately, he did not disgrace his life, and found the hiding place of the remnants of the four factions!"

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, his heart moved, and in the memory of the monk Jiedan, there was also a description of this matter, this big disciple went out because in recent days, there have been mortal reactions, and he has encountered a mysterious person who does not seem to be from the snowy region.

So the monk sent his senior disciple to investigate the matter.

This kind of thing has not happened for the past few years, generally speaking, those remnants of the four factions, even if they cultivated high back then, but under the erosion of this strange ice and snow for several years, they are still five labors and seven injuries.

That being said. But don't take it lightly. Generally encountered this matter. It's all about reporting to the Ice and Snow Temple. Naturally, someone from the temple would come and deal with it.

This kind of thing. The temple is extremely enthusiastic. Almost today's report. Tomorrow will come.

Wang Lin groaned a little. The gaze is calm. Slowly spoke: "Lead the way!"

The eldest disciple was stunned. This has happened in the past. Shizun never takes risks himself. But he didn't bother to ask more. So he nodded hurriedly. Get up and lead the way.

Second and third disciples. The two looked at each other. Hesitated. I followed. After all, the master has already gone in person. If they don't go. There may be trouble in the future.

Thereupon. It's just hard to be bullish. Follow behind Wang Lin.

A group of four people, turned into four sword lights, flew into the distance, not long after, the eldest disciple stopped, pointed to an ice and snow mountain range in front of him, and said: "The disciple saw that person disappear here through the flying snow ice sculpture, presumably under this iceberg, there is a hiding point for them." ”

Wang Lin's consciousness swept away, although his expression was as usual, his eyes were fixed.

"You three are waiting here!" After leaving a sentence, Wang Lin flew forward.

In his divine sense, he sensed that under this iceberg, there was a forbidden formation, and there were two divine consciousness fluctuations in it, one of which was just the Dan period, and the other was quite strange, sometimes Dan, sometimes Yuanying, and even sometimes emitting Shen Shen fluctuations.

There is only one explanation for this phenomenon, and that is that this person is already on the verge of the collapse of his divine consciousness and his cultivation is scattered, and he is in chaos.

Wang Lin's body fell on top of the iceberg, and in an instant, the whole person sank in, and then quickly pressed towards the prohibition all the way.

Soon, he came to the forbidden place, as long as it was a prohibition, Wang Lin was not afraid, he glanced at it, the structure of the prohibition was already in mind, his right hand waved, and a forbidden circle of light appeared, and suddenly the two prohibitions were blended.

Wang Lin rushed forward, calmly stepped through the prohibition, and entered it.

As soon as he entered, he saw the sword light in front of him swinging, and more than a dozen flying swords turned into sword qi and galloped over.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm, his right hand seemed to be randomly pointed in the void, and he spat lightly: "Sheng!"

The artistic conception of life and death that came out of the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao was suddenly condensed on his fingers under Wang Lin's point, and this light point contained the Heavenly Dao, just like the immortal guiding the way, and the understatement implied a mystery.

An exclamation came from those sword lights, and those flying swords, one by one, strangely broke out of control, connected in a circle, and hovered around Wang Lin's fingertips.

On the body of the sword, there was even a trace of crystal light, and under the nourishment of this crystal light, these flying swords seemed to be reborn, exuding spiritual power that was several times more powerful than just now.

It's just that the divine consciousness above it has been completely erased under the power of this heavenly dao.

Wang Lin's eyes showed a strange light, and it fell on a young man with a frightened face not far away, who was stunned at the moment and spoke.

Behind this young man, on an ice bed, sat cross-legged a pale old man, whose eyes were closed and his face was blue and red.

Wang Lin flicked his fingertips, and suddenly the more than ten flying swords immediately paused, and they fell to the ground one after another, and there was a burst of surrendered sword sounds.

The young man came to his senses at this time, his face showed grief and indignation, he clenched his fists, and said sharply: "You have destroyed my homeland, and now you are chasing and killing here, do you have to kill them all?

In this person's voice, there was deep resentment, and it was three points to the bone!

Wang Lin glanced at the young man, and his gaze fell on the old man behind him.

The young man immediately moved to block Wang Lin's gaze, looked at Wang Lin, and after a moment of silence, he actually knelt on the ground with a puff, biting his lower lip, blood flowing, and he said bitterly: "Don't kill my master, kill me! I am the young master of the Ink Sect, if you catch me back, you will definitely be able to make meritorious contributions, as long as you let my master go, I will be willing to go with you, otherwise, you can only get my corpse!"

Zhi's eyes were calm, but he was moved, he looked at the young man, then at the old, and said slowly, "Why do you want to exchange yourself for your master's life?"

The young man was silent, and after a long time, he said bitterly: "Master, his old man, if it weren't for me, he would have left a long time ago, it's all me, in order to save me......"

"Huan'er, get up, this person is not a snowy monk. The old man, who sat cross-legged on the ice bed, slowly opened his eyes.

The young man was stunned, but immediately his face was happy, and he stood up with a rather excited face, and said, "Master, you ...... You're awake!"

Wang Lin glanced at the old man, clasped his fists and said, "The younger generation sees the predecessors of the Ink Sect!"

The old man coughed a few times, and the blue and red color on his face became stronger, Wang Lin's artistic conception of life and death could naturally be seen at a glance, and there was a dead air circling on the old man's body, and he was obviously on the verge of dying.

The old man raised his head, looked at Wang Lin, and said slowly: "Little friend, the old man is injured, and it is inconvenient to greet him, I hope you will forgive me." I wonder what happened when my little friend came here?"

Wang Lin sighed lightly and said, "The hiding place of the senior has already been discovered by the Snowy Monk, so let's leave!" After speaking, he was silent for a while, took out a bottle of pill from the storage bag, and sent it forward, and the pill fell lightly on the ice bed.

"The seniors were too seriously injured, and this bottle of elixir can't play a therapeutic role, but it should be able to relieve the pain of dispersion. So that the predecessors can stay away from here, the world is so big, maybe there is another opportunity to resume cultivation. ”

The old man smiled slightly, didn't even look at the pill, and said: "Little friend, although I don't know what kind of disciple you are, but do you know that if the old man wants to leave, he can leave back then, even now, the old man has worked hard to speed up the dispersal work, and he can definitely leave, but, do you know why I don't go?"

Wang Lin was silent and shook his head slightly.

"This is my home! I was born here, and I will die here!" Although the old voice was soft, at this moment, there was an indescribable aura that enveloped the whole body.

Wang Lin glanced at this person, no longer spoke, but hugged his fists, turned around and left, the purpose of his coming here was not to kill, but to help.

After all, he has lived in the Four Factions Alliance for more than thirty years, and has seen the invasion of the Snow Monks with his own eyes, although he can't change the facts, but within his ability, when he can, he will still help.

At the moment when Wang Lin turned around and left, the old man glanced down at the elixir, sighed, and suddenly shook his right hand, and a fan flew out of his cuff with only two feathers left.

"Little friend, this treasure is given to you, but the medicine is given to cause and effect!"

After Wang Lin caught this fan, his expression changed, he remembered this treasure quite deeply, when the four factions alliance nine people killed the formation and killed the woman in white, it was this fan that she used, Wang Lin remembered that after the woman died, this fan was put away by one of the monks in the later stage of the incarnation.

He turned around and took a closer look at the old man, and immediately recognized that this person was one of the late-stage cultivators who were powerful back then!

All the honors of the past have become distant memories......

Wang Lin left, with a complicated mood, walked out of the iceberg, and the three disciples did not dare to ask, but followed him silently.

Not long after Wang Lin left, an old man and a young man walked out of the iceberg, and the two of them glanced at the place where Wang Lin disappeared and quickly left the iceberg.

At the border, the old man slapped his palm on the light curtain of the protection of the boundary, opened a gap, and the medicine bottle was divided in half, handed it to the young man, his eyes showed a loving color, and he said in a harmonious voice: "Let's go, in the future, you will have to rely on yourself, the master can't protect you......"

The young man's eyes were sad, as if he wanted to say something, and when he was waved by the old sleeve, the whole person sent out the light curtain, and then, the light curtain returned to normal.

Outside the light curtain, the young man looked at his master in a daze, kneeling on the ground, his eyes were red, and his voice was torn: "Master!!"

The old man laughed, swallowed half a bottle of pill in his hand, and then the whole person's breath continued to rise, and at this moment, he returned to the peak of his past, although, only temporarily!

With a flick of his sleeve, his body suddenly moved, and his target was the Ice and Snow Temple in the heart of the Snowy Country!

Even if you die, you have to die in your hometown, and even if you die, you have to die to protect the country!

All the honors of the past have become distant memories......

Fallen in the flames, it must be the immortal phoenix...... Even if you burn your wings, you must aim to fly in heaven......

Closing a door seems to throw away a world.

Memories of the past have become far away.

The quicksand in the wind no longer fills the space of dreams, and the whimpering Qiang flute is only left to whirl desolately.

Closing a door is like cutting off a plane and plane.

The glorious past is only a light ode to future generations.

Yesterday's chanting, without resonance, murmuring, can't find the sound of the piano to listen to.

Open a window, as if embracing a ray of sunshine.

Today's dream has become the hope of the Ming Dynasty.

Ordinary you and I also need wonderful publicity, with no regrets in the pursuit, to feel the vastness of the world.

Opening a window is like ushering in a spring breeze.

The shattered nothingness wakes up the confusion of the past.

Fallen in the flames, it must be the immortal phoenix, even if it burns its wings, it must be determined to fly in heaven!

The last paragraph, not accounting for the number of words, is a poem written by me in C7, when I wrote this chapter, I felt a little bitter in my heart, and the artistic conception of this poem, quite similar, so I looked for it on Baidu, I didn't expect the poems of the year, and now there are people reprinting them, so I wrote it. This was original back then, and it is true