The snow melt flowers, in the scorching sun, become more jade, like a green shadow with a white bow, slender and slender snow-white flower ribbon, under the pale yellow stamens, as transparent as borneol, snowflakes are generally soft, and the water is clear. A few flower bones carved from white jade burst into flower bags violently, and the fine mist flew into the air, and the originally hot air swept into a burst of cold and rich fragrance.

Qing Fengzi has been pranayama with his eyes closed. Qing Leizi and Sheng Yuezi are such petty tricks, Qing Fengzi has never even opened his eyelids.

Forty-one snow-melting flower souls have entered Fan Yi's sea of knowledge. The blue points of light in Fan Yizhi's sea, the white flower net formed by the phantom of the Snow Soul Flower, were almost obscured.

Qing Fengzi still had a heavy face. Qing Fengzi understood that he must not take it lightly until the last moment, once Fan Yi's divine consciousness woke up at this moment, he would immediately be attacked by his divine sense. A Great Sage of the sixth layer of condensation, attacking at such a close distance, he did not have the slightest chance of escaping.

Qing Fengzi slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the outside of Xuemei Mountain, and frowned. "Senior brother Qing Leizi, what's wrong, how did you become so sad."

Qing Fengzi pursed her lips and smiled, retracted her gaze, and looked at Xue Ronghua.

Qing Fengzi once again turned into a phantom hand, pinching the snow melt flowers one by one, repeating every previous move.

Outside Xuemei Mountain, Qing Leizi stared at the clear blue sky blankly, his eyes glazed and his expression depressed. There was a kind of disgust in his eyes, and one felt a deep, shuddering sadness intensely. Qing Leizi's mouth moved slightly, and no one knew what he was muttering, so he approached and listened. "The sky is blue and green, the clouds are gone, the fog is faint, the trees are lost, I am sad, who knows if I am depressed, who sighs."

In a teahouse in Ningcheng that avoids elegance. An old priest with crane hair still ran back and forth to greet the guests. Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the empty Taishi chair leaning against the wall. Laughing, he kept shaking his head. "Senior sister is really doing this too much, these disciples have already defected to the Holy Sword Mountain, just kill them. persuasion, it's just a fantasy."

The old saint of Hefa greeted him and swept towards the Taishi chair again. A gray-haired old woman was lying on the Taishi's chair. His body sank deep into the chair, as if covered with a thick layer of cushions.

"How about Senior Sister, those stubborn disciples, I didn't listen to your persuasion." The crane-haired old saint conveyed his divine consciousness with a bit of sneer.

"Senior brother, it's not because of you. I'm also delaying the war. It can be better, it can't, and it can reduce some hostility." The white-haired old saint said.

Last time, Senior Brother Sheng Leizi accidentally fell into a trap set up by Yueyuzi, and the two of them knew that Lu Dao and Qing Lei Zi had already known that Lu Dao and the two of them were in Ningcheng. Sheng Yuezi also had no way to make this decision.

"Hey, hey, I feel like you're working in vain, they don't think so. Unless we leave Ningcheng". Saint Leizi smiled bitterly twice.

"Let's see, we can't go, not only can't go. You have to keep an eye on them." Sheng Yuezi replied while sipping tea.

"Senior sister, you are too benevolent. I'm afraid that your efforts will backfire." Saint Leizi passed a wave of divine consciousness and ran to pick up the guests. While greeting the guests. muttered in my heart. "Whether it is an old saint or a little saint, it is a mother-in-law."

The man at the counter looked up at his grandfather, blushed, lowered his head and leisurely calculated.

The Holy Moon looked at it with fascinated eyes. Keep shaking your head. "Shisun has been depressed again recently."

Suddenly saw that Yingran looked up at the Holy Leizi, and the Holy Yuezi turned his head to look at the back of the Holy Leizi. "Old ghost, what are you muttering in your heart?"

Saint Leizi grinned. Stuck out his tongue. "I was dizzy, forgetting that the grandson of the world could sense the wave of divine consciousness."

In the Holy Realm, it is very normal for a High Realm Sage to be able to sense the psychological fluctuations of a Low Realm Sage. But it is not in the Solid Root Realm, but it can sense the psychology of the Sage of the Condensation Realm. This is not something that ordinary saints can do.

"No, no, I didn't say anything". Saint Leizi took the holy guest upstairs with a smoke.

In the early morning of Xuemei Mountain, it was late in the gray mist, and the warm yellow morning light had just swept through the mountain shadows, and the milky white steam rose from the green-black woods. The ethereal and transparent white veil, in an instant, formed a huge white tent, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, warm, cool, brewing a fragrant mist.

Qing Fengzi stared at the Fan Yi Holy Body inside the light mask. The imaginary fingers are holding the shadow of the snowmelt flower, and the face is condensed. "This snowmelt flower soul is pressed into Fan Yi's divine consciousness, and Fan Yi's divine consciousness will be completely sealed."

When Qing Fengzi was studying the effect of the Snow Melting Flower Soul Sealing Divine Consciousness, he roughly calculated the time when each Snow Melting Flower eroded the Divine Consciousness, and judging from the time it had controlled each Body Holy Body for thousands of years, each Snow Melting Flower could erode for ten years. However, when the number of Snow Melting Flower Souls reached ninety-nine eighty-one, it could seal the divine consciousness for thousands of years.

Although this is only calculated by Qingfengzi, it is also well-founded. Qing Fengzi discovered: "When the Snow Melting Flower Soul that enters the Divine Consciousness reaches the ninth number, it can erode the Divine Consciousness for a hundred years."

Qing Fengzi entered a body of eight nine hundred and seventy-two snow melting flower souls, and now seven hundred and ninety years have passed, and he can still control the holy body. Therefore, Qingfengzi was a little melancholy.

Fan Yi has no grudges or hatred against himself, and every time he sees him, he shouts "Uncle Shi". It is really a thousand years of sealing Fan Yi's divine sense, and Qing Fengzi is a little unbearable.

Qing Fengzi held the snow melt flower soul between his empty fingers, and looked at Fan Yi with a frown. The imaginary finger flicked lightly, and with a pop, the last snow melted flower soul turned into a piece of clear air with the explosion.

Qing Fengzi withdrew his empty hand, made a trick, and withdrew the light mask that was covered outside Fan Yisheng's body. Throwing out the black holy bag beside him, a black wind blew out of the holy bag, and in the blink of an eye, Fan Yi's holy body disappeared from the snow melting flowers.

Qing Fengzi got up and took the black holy bag in the air. Watch this snow melt.

This snow melt flower was a thousand years ago when Qing Fengzi returned from the ethereal puppet realm, he was randomly teleported to the medicine field of Xiaoliang Cave, Qing Fengzi stole the snow melt flower casually, and was chased and killed by dozens of great sages of the Qi Condensation Realm in Xiaoliang Cave for hundreds of thousands of miles, and was fortunate to escape.

At that time, I just saw that this flower had a chilling atmosphere, and it was planted at the innermost end of the medicine field, so I thought that this flower was extraordinary. Unexpectedly, after coming back, I accidentally discovered that this flower soul has the wonderful effect of eroding divine consciousness.

"Wei Chou, take your disciples and move the snow melt flowers to Liao Yi Mountain, six hundred miles away from Wuxia Peak, within three days." Qing Fengzi said softly.

On the stone wall not far from the curved stone where Qingfengzi was standing, a burst of blue light flashed. A transparent crystal door appears in the stone. Solomon shone like water, stirring a few times. A Confucian priest appeared outside the stone wall and bowed deeply to Qing Fengzi. "It's the master".

Qing Fengzi lifted the black holy bag, his face changed, his straight body gradually arched, and he became the rickety old man before in one breath. Qing Fengzi blew his long eyebrows and appeared outside Xuemei Mountain. I saw Qing Leizi, still sighing there for nine days.

Qing Leizi didn't seem to see the appearance of his senior brother at all, staring into the distance with indifferent eyes, which was a luxury. With a bit of depression, like old eyes, the original pride, wisdom, flattery, and greed are hidden in the dark corners.

"Senior brother, can you sing a passionate song when I am refining secret arts, why is it your turn to protect the Fa, either hidden, or love, I didn't hear you give me some breath, fortunately, I let you hone for thousands of years. has been refined like a rock, otherwise you would have sung into the devil's way." Qing Fengzi looked at Qing Leizi sitting in the shade of the tree and said disdainfully.

"Senior brother, do you know the way. My heart is as lonely as the evening moon, as lonely as the stars, like a shattered meteor, and like a ruined flower falling into the dust, stepping on the verge of afterglow. waving a melancholy ......". Qing Leizi said slowly with a somewhat sad voice.

"Alright, alright. I know that you are sentimental, just like a lady, don't sell off. I've listened to your "Song of Retreat" for 2,000 years, and my ears are calloused." Qing Fengzi really has no way to take this junior brother, tease him a few words, and he will be able to fly into the sky.

"Really, senior brother......". Qing Leizi also had to vent his feelings.

"Okay, okay, junior brother, I know what you want to say, I've heard this for thousands of years, and the next time you go to help Senior Sister protect the Dharma, you can sing it like this, you see how Senior Sister cleans you up." Qing Fengzi hurriedly interrupted Qing Leizi's words.

Qing Fengzi knows Qing Leizi too well, let him continue to talk like this, he can talk about three days and three nights, and the words will no longer stop, and the central meaning is still lonely and lonely.

As soon as Qing Leizi heard Qing Fengzi mention Senior Sister Qing Yunzi, his eyes immediately lit up, and that melancholy look was swept away, and he couldn't be more ugly. "Hey, hey, senior brother, I can't ask for it, I'm just waiting for your words, you send me there, please."

"Roll the calf, how many times have you been given a chance, have you grasped it once? Don't moan here, go quickly, and give the soul master a life. Qing Fengzi no longer paid attention to Qing Leizi, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Qing Leizi likes the senior sister, Qing Fengzi has long known the Tao, but this Qing Leizi is ugly and terrible, like a fierce god, it is just to cover up that timid heart.

For more than 3,000 years, the Qingleizi Sage has not killed less, and he is also the most ruthless of the "Four Green Cripples". When the disciples saw him, their hearts beat drums.

But Qing Leizi also beat the drum in his heart, as long as he saw the senior sister Qingyunzi, Qing Leizi would be wasted, his face was red, his sweat came out, his hands were shaking, and his heart was pounding. I don't know how to open my mouth when I speak, I often squeak and stumble in front of my senior sister Qingyunzi, and I can't finish a whole sentence for a long time. At that time, if anyone could listen to him, you were so anxious that you really wanted to step forward and give Qing Leizi a kick.

As long as the senior sister leaves, the fierce image of Qingleizi comes out again, her heart doesn't beat anymore, she doesn't sweat, and her speech is smooth and hard.

In the past 3,000 years, Qing Leizi has protected Qingyunzi three times, the longest of which is 50 years. In the past fifty years, Qing Leizi didn't talk about singing, and he didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, and there was a sound of wind and grass that was blocked by Qing Leizi.

Qing Fengzi knows this junior brother too well, what is the retreat, just because he is depressed in his heart, when it comes to his mouth, he just doesn't dare to say, really let him go into hiding, he can fight with you.

"Senior brother - wait for me, I received the 'Tianjin Lock'." Qing Leizi shouted.

"That broken lock, send my disciple to be the mountain gate locked." A whisper came from the distant sky.

"Cut, why don't you give my disciple a treasure. I'm bleeding the all these years." Qing Leizi waved his hand and put away the "Tianjin Lock", and disappeared into the sky. (To be continued......)