In the sea of snowy flowers, Qingfengzi sits on the stones. Wisps of light gauze smoke surrounded him, and the fog and smoke floated away. Qingfengzi seemed to close his eyes between heaven and earth, and everything became hazy. Only a holy body in front of the bluestone floats in the sea of snowflakes.

This holy body is nearly two hundred catties, and on the snow-colored flowers, it did not sink into the flowers, but swayed with the flowers on the buds. Gradually, a milky white mist condensed into tiny droplets. On the face of the Holy Communion, on the armor, on the boots, thin, small beads.

Qingfengzi seemed to be waiting for the moment, sitting in the scent of wild flower anthers, closing her eyes and recuperating.

What Qing Fengzi wants to seal is the sixth-layer Great Sage of Condensation. It is one level higher than Qingfengzi. Qing Fengzi didn't dare to ignore it, and prepared to freeze the holy body divine consciousness with the cold essence of the snow melting flower.

Snow melts flowers, strange cold things, born because of snow, and snow is a flower. Born in the foggy and cold land, open in the haze, scorching the sun and cold, clean the moon and lost, the morning opens and sets.

Qing Fengzi looked up and saw that the clouds and branches covered the sky, and it was close to noon.

Qing Fengzi lightly touched Fan Yi's body on the snow melt, and a transparent light mask covered the head of Fan Yi's body.

Qing Fengzi took out a one-foot-square jade plate from the holy bag, and took out dozens of snow devouring crystals. With a wave of his hand, all the snow devouring crystals stood on the jade plate, counting them carefully, nine horizontal and nine vertical, a total of eighty-one snow devouring crystals.

Qing Fengzi reached forward and pinched it, and a small imaginary hand flew out of the real shadow. The two imaginary fingers turned red from virtual to red, like two red-hot iron tongs, reaching out into the snowmelt. Straight under the snowmelt flowers, gently pinch, make a soft sound.

A large snow-colored petal snow melt flower caught in his hand. When the red dotted fingers fly back. On the stem of the broken snowmelt flower, a pink-white liquid gushed out. The more and more it gushed, the more and more it gushed, and it did not flow down, but like a big pink and white droplet. Top on a broken stem. After a few inhalations, the pink-white water droplets gradually distorted and moved in the mist, forming a white flower with a pink edge.

Qing Fengzi withdrew his empty hand and gently pinched the snow melt with his red fingers. When the snow melted closer, a gust of cold air rushed towards him, and the cold current instantly approached Qingfengzi, Qingfengzi shivered, and his face was covered with a layer of hoarfrost. Qing Fengzi moved his face indifferently. A burst of red light spread over his face, and the biting chill subsided instantly.

Qing Fengzi stretched out his other hand, conjured a virtual hand again, picked up the snow devouring crystal on the jade plate, and gently approached the snow melting flower.

With a pop, the snow melted into a wisp of gas and disappeared. The snow devours the snowflakes in the crystals, as if in the cold wind whistling, goose feathers and heavy snow.

Qing Fengzi flew towards Fan Yi's body with the virtual hand of Snow Devouring Crystal. Gently attach the Snow Devouring Crystal to the reticle. A snow-colored flower shadow fell into the light mask, and Fan Yi's face in the light mask immediately turned pale. There is no blood.

Qing Fengzi ignored the changes in the Holy Body. Stretch out your red finger again, fly into the snowmelt flowers, and clip a snowmelt flower, sucking one at a time. Just put one into the light mask.

An hour later, Qingfengzi stopped. Forty-one Snow Devouring Crystals were missing from the jade plate in front of him. Qing Fengzi let out a long breath and closed his eyes again.

Inside the light shield of the Holy Body's head, forty-one snow-devouring shadows appeared on the pale face. Moving back and forth, drifting.

After pranayama for two hours, Qingfengzi looked up at the sky. It was already dark. The white mist turned grayish, and in the setting sun, it shone a dark red.

Qing Fengzi took out several night crystals and threw them into the air. The valley, which had been dark, brightened.

The snow-white snow-melted flowers of the stone disappeared. A piece of turquoise turquoise, fluffy green grass, appeared in front of Qing Fengzi's eyes, like a thick velvet blanket, stretching out of the valley with the undulating terrain.

A gentle evening breeze blew. The grass gently swayed the single stem of the grass, lightly beating the wide leaves, and the drops of mist rolled down the emerald green veins, burrowing into the soil at once, or burrowing into the heart of the grass at once.

Qing Fengzi turned into a phantom finger, and this time the finger became very thin, as if it was deliberately extended, and pointed at the light shield on the head of the Holy Body. In an instant, a phantom snow melted flower in the heart of the flower. Gently press the flower shadow to the center of Fan Yi's head and eyebrows.

With a pop, the snow-melted flower shadow flew into the sea of consciousness, and hit a tribrasive blue point of light into the space of divine consciousness. The blue light emits a faint dark light, like a blue gemstone shining brightly.

The shadows of the snowmelt flowers changed from large to small, flashing with icy light and rushing towards the blue dots of light. Silently slap on top of the blue light. The blue light did not struggle, and it endured indifferently, as if a white flower was printed on a blue gemstone.

Qing Fengzi took a breath and shook his head. I didn't expect this Welling to be so useful to Fan Yi, and the effect would be so good. It has paralyzed the consciousness for so many days. Qingfengzi has always been courageous, and Wei Ling can't paralyze his senses, so it's much more difficult. In that way, you can only use your divine sense to forcibly suppress it, and the slightest distraction may be burned by the other party's divine consciousness.

In fact, it was not that the effect of Welling's palsy was good, but that Fan Yi had closed his consciousness at a critical time. This kind of autism is like the consciousness entering a dormant period, falling into a deep sleep. Because, the form at that time did not allow Fan Yi to think too much. The self-contained consciousness is not subject to resistance from the outside world, as if it were wearing a thick layer of defensive armor. Without an incarnation above the realm, it is powerless to break through this defense.

This is the divine consciousness defense that is conjured up when the two qi of yin and yang reach the top level of the condensation realm. When this defense is activated, it will be closed off for a hundred years. Automatically unblocked after 100 years. Qing Fengzi didn't reach the sixth layer of condensation, of course, he didn't know that there was a divine sense defense in the Dao. It can only be considered the effect of Welling's palsy.

Qing Fengzi borrowed the luster of the night crystal, and one by one the phantom fingers flew out. After more than ten strokes, Qing Fengzi's head oozed dripping sweat. It seems that such a simple action of Qingfengzi is not as simple as it seems. Qingfengzi is also preoccupied with casting spells.

Qing Fengzi stopped, closed his eyes and fell silent for an hour. After his complexion improved, he turned into an illusory finger again and pointed at the phantom snow melt. With a pop, the phantom snow melt flew into his mind again, patting on the blue dot.

At dawn, Qingfengzi was not finished busy. The bright stars in the sky slowly faded, and the sky quickly changed from fish white to dark blue, and then to bright translucent blue in the blink of an eye.

In the morning light, Xuemei Mountain was hazy and shrouded in a layer of silver-gray light veil. It turned into a thin and gentle mist, and gradually disappeared from the mountain.

In the valley, the turquoise broad-leaved flowers were gone, and a layer of white snow-colored silver light instantly covered the dark green, as if the snow-white snow-melting flowers had never disappeared, just because of the snow-colored white flowers engulfed in the night.

Qing Fengzi did not stop introducing the Snowmelt Flower Phantom into Fan Yi's divine consciousness because of the appearance of the Snow Melting Flower. This snowmelt flower phantom is the snowmelt flower soul.

The Snow Melting Flower Soul has attachment and can parasitize on the divine consciousness, absorb the power of the divine consciousness, isolate the power wave of the divine consciousness, and play the role of imprisoning the spirit.

Qing Fengzi thought about it for a long time before he came up with this method. This snow melt flower was obtained by Qingfengzi from the ethereal realm thousands of years ago. Qing Fengzi injected the soul of the snowmelted flower into each of the holy bodies that had been sent to creation, peeking into the actions of each holy body. Qingfengzi can shoot at most one Snow Melting Flower Soul in each purchased Holy Body.

Fan Yi is the spirit of the Great Sage of the Sixth Layer of the Heaven Condensation, which cannot be devoured, can only be imprisoned, and one or two Snow Melting Flower Souls cannot reach the suburban fruit of the prisoner. Qing Fengzi calculated that it would take at least ninety-nine eighty-one snow melting flower souls to achieve the goal of being imprisoned.

This kind of imprisonment will not weaken the spirit wave of the saints, and the holy crystal in the Wanyun Cave will not be shattered because of this, so that the divine consciousness that resides in the sea of consciousness can reach the point of being fake.

Outside the Xuemei Mountain, as the sky gradually fades, the surrounding scenery shows the outline, the beautiful mountains, the tall ancient trees, leaving a wonderful silhouette on the crystal blue sky.

Qing Leizi's melodious song sounded from the woods again, and it seemed that every morning was a happy thing for Qing Leizi. "The night is dark, the stars are shining, the morning glow is gorgeous, the morning light is shining, I want to return, ask the crystal dew, the crystal dew returns to me, and the fog dresses."

"Good words and good songs, just singing from your mouth, a bit like a wild sheep calling mother, blind this good word" An old voice came from the distance.

"Holy Master, you are finally here, why did you peep into my village for so long, and then you remembered to make a move, is it too late?" A hideous sound came from the fog outside Xuemei Mountain.

"Oh, little Leizi, I'm really blind, your divine sense will be so keen, why is the Holy Master Ancestor here, you don't want to come out to see it." The old voice said.

"The ancestor is here, of course I want to see it, but I don't know what the ancestor of the Daoist wants to see me, if it is to listen to songs, write lyrics, drink tea, the holy master Sun Dao can accompany him, if the ancestor has other things, it is better not to talk about it." The voice in the fog was much quieter.

"None of these are these, I'm here to ask, where is your master's heart, where is the Wandering Soul Saint Soldier and the "Divine Creation". Although the old man's voice was surprisingly flat, there were a few wisps of murderous intent in a few key words.

"Hehehe, the Holy Ancestor really asked the right question, I don't know where Master Lu Dao is." There was a sound of fog rolling in the fog.

"Little Leizi, don't be too obsessed, I haven't reported your whereabouts to the Holy Sword Mountain, just to let you return to the Holy Sword Mountain. Do you think that the 'Three Holy Sons' of the Holy Sword Mountain are here, do you still have a place to run?" There were a few contemptuous laughs in the old voice in the distance. It seems that he didn't look at the Qing Leizi of the fifth layer of condensation.

"Holy Master, you are a divine skill, and you can't be defeated in the next place, but you may not be very sure to capture me. If you have this kind of certainty, do you still need to talk nonsense here?" Qing Leizi in the clouds and mist has no bottom in his heart, and there is no problem in fighting with the ancestor Shengyuezi. The question is if the Holy Moon brings holy soldiers. There is nothing to say about your own defeat, if you are not careful, your life may be thrown into it. (To be continued......)