Heavenly Holy Land, Snow Temple.

The snow is all there, how can the bright moon meet me!

The snow falls all year round, the day is white, recalling the past, the snow hall is heroic, the spirit is flying, but now the eyes are tired, but it is still indomitable, even if the green silk has been dyed into a gorgeous hair by frost and snow, what does it matter?

The Drifting Snow Hall was silent all year round, and no one cared about it, but now a figure suddenly crossed the sky, and few people looked up! It's not that they're numb, but they don't want to do such meaningless things anymore.

Nanfeng Xun only glanced up, then lowered his eyelids, carefully controlling his cultivation speed, ten years of cultivation, it was just an achievement of the enemy!

Above the sky, in the snow, the peach blossoms in the sky are falling, like a song and picturesque, beautiful, all the disciples are clenched into fists, and their teeth are locked.

Qianshou lowered his head, and at first glance, he glanced at a pair of resentful eyes, and this person was his old friend Jiang Tai.

Jiang Tai didn't know that the peach in front of him was actually an old man, as the second elder of the Drifting Snow Palace, his personality was irritable and upright, his eyes were as wide as copper bells at the moment, his hatred was not concealed, and his anger seemed to be able to scorch the frost and snow of tens of millions of years.

His hands and feet were all tied, and the bloody scars on his body were deep and exposed. His eyes swept over the other place again, and the more than 100,000 disciples of the Drifting Snow Hall were all bound, all of them were depressed, and they were tortured all day long.

"Shu Linglian!" Qianshou's eyes widened angrily, and there seemed to be a nameless fire in his chest, but he quickly suppressed it, a sneer hooked up at the corner of his mouth, glanced at Jiang Tai, and quickly left.

If it were in the past, Yi Jiang Tai's temper would have been vicious, so what was there to fear about life and death? But today, even if he hated it in his heart, he didn't say a word!

No matter how sharp the sword is, it will be sharpened by these ruthless years!

Qianshou mentioned the fastest speed in his life, turned into a rainbow light, disappeared from everyone's sight, and fell towards the Drifting Snow Palace.

The peach blossoms have just fallen, everyone has been prepared, but when the peach blossoms fall, they are at a loss, is it that they have been tortured for ten years, and they have no pain?

After Qianshou left for a long time, Jiang Taicai lowered his voice and said angrily: "This dog thing, the old man can unscrew his head with one hand!"

He turned his face sideways, waiting for Nanfeng Xun's echo, and scolded two sentences together to dissipate the anger in his heart, but he didn't wait for the other party to respond, and couldn't help but look sideways.

Nanfeng Xun didn't hear his words, and gently reached out to catch a peach petal, which was originally as scorching as a soldering iron, but today it seems to be colder than this snowflake, cold to the bone.

Suddenly, he smiled.

Nanfeng Xun clenched his fists tightly and smashed the peach petals, Jiang Tai straightened up goosebumps when he saw it, and he twisted his head after muttering a few words.

The huge mountain peaks, the pavilions and pavilions are all over, and the snow hall stands on the top of the mountain, high and magnificent.

Seeing this hall again, Qianshou's mood was as calm as water, and he said respectfully outside the hall: "Peach red to meet the Holy Lord, my subordinates are fortunate not to be dishonored, and they have imprisoned Leng Xiaosheng's soul in the Demon Fire Cave, but unfortunately the subordinates have not been caught, so Qianshou that old man escaped!"

Qianshou's eyelids drooped, and a loud voice came from the ground: "Okay, the breakthrough of this seat is imminent, and it is up to you to refine the Red Soul Seal! Lin Jiuxiao didn't care about Qianshou's life and death at all, what he cared about was just Leng Xiao's soul.

"Yes!"

Qianshou suddenly hesitated for a moment, and muttered: "Holy Lord, my subordinates are probably not the opponents of Qianshou's old thief, this time with the red soul seal in his hand, it is still a fluke, I don't know if the Holy Lord can give it ......"

Before he finished speaking, a cold snort suddenly came from the ground, and his lazy voice gradually became cold: "Taohong, you have been with this seat for more than 20 years, why do you still not understand the heart of this seat so much." ”

"I don't raise waste. ”

Qianshou suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, lowered his waist a little, and said in a continuous voice: "Subordinates should be damned, subordinates are speechless!" Please rest assured that the Holy Lord will definitely complete the task and refine the Red Soul Seal!"

When Qianshou left, Jiang Tai didn't take another look, but Nanfeng Xun watched him leave, until Qianshou's figure disappeared for a long time, and then slowly withdrew his gaze.

Out of the Drifting Snow Palace, all the expressions on Qianshou's face turned into a touch of indifference, and he exhaled a mouthful of turbidity.

In the underground secret room of the Drifting Snow Palace, Lin Jiuxiao's eyes narrowed, and his eyes flashed slightly: "Brother Leng, I don't know what kind of secret it is, I can make you leave in a hurry regardless of your wife and children, and even the soul jade is shattered, this seat is really ......."

"Very curious. ”

The wind returns to the city, and the teahouse is clear.

A teenager sits quietly and sipps tea, his eyes are far away.

Unlike the mortal city, half of the people in this Fenghui city are monks, and most of them are disciples and clansmen with poor qualifications and cultivation within the sect and family, who are assigned to the city for management, and the news that is circulating is also monks.

"Oh, it's amazing, it's amazing!"

A rough-faced man with a face like a basin exclaimed continuously, but he deliberately lowered his voice, so that the neighboring tables subconsciously pricked up their ears to listen.

The person opposite the rough-faced man hurriedly said, "Why are you still shocked when you drink tea?"

"Brother Ma, you still don't know? This matter is already boiling, you are so closed! Do you know the Tricky Sword Sect?"

"Tricky Sword Sect?" the man surnamed Ma questioned, nodded and said: "Brother Niu, you are looking down on people, how can you not know that the Tricky Sword Sect is strong, the sect master and the Supreme Elder are even more Yuanying monks, and the disciples under the sect have not 100,000 but 80,000, but they are the overlords of this side." ”

The rough-faced man surnamed Niu immediately sneered: "It's a pity that a mountain is even higher." ”

The person surnamed Ma hurriedly asked, "Where does this start?"

Seeing that the nearby tables were all leaning their heads and pricking up their ears intentionally or unintentionally, the big man surnamed Niu was very proud in his heart, and lowered his voice and prepared to speak at length.

It is said that he lowered his voice, but in fact he was afraid that others would not know, Leng Xiao suddenly felt noisy, and was about to leave, but the sunlight at the door was blocked by a figure, a light purple embroidered hat, as if he was afraid of being recognized;

Leng Xiao couldn't help but take a look at it and drank all the tea in the cup.

The teahouse is not big, there are many idlers, although it is not full, but there are no empty tables. The woman's eyes flickered, and finally landed on the table in the corner, Lianbu moved slightly, nodded to Leng Xiao, and sat down opposite him.

Leng Xiao put down the teacup, smiled back, and shouted softly into the distance: "Little Er, check out!"

"Okay guest officer, a pot of blue clouds, two dishes of side dishes, and two spirit stones are enough!"

The spirit stone is the crystallization of spiritual energy, which has the effect of promoting cultivation, and is often used as a thing to measure the value of monks.

The woman lifted the hat, it really did not disappoint, the beauty is not like all in the world, the only fly in the ointment is that it is as cold as frost, and she looks like no one is close.

Leng Xiao was just a glimpse, not impressed, no matter how beautiful it was, it had nothing to do with him, he turned around and left.

Xiao Er was attracted by this beauty, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly lowered his head, lest he offend the guest: "This guest officer, what are you going to do?

"Same as him!"

The woman's voice was the same as her face, cold and light, Xiao Er immediately understood, and hurriedly said, "Okay, wait a minute!"

When Leng Xiao walked out of the teahouse, he looked in a direction. According to Qianshou, the Lingque Valley in the Southern Regions is the leader of Dan Dao above the rivers and lakes, and no one can beat it. Of course, there are many people who are different from the world, at least on the bright side, Lingque Valley is the leader of the Dan Dao, that is, the holy land of Tongtian, and he has also come to seek Dan several times.

"The way of the elixir is the first, and the medical skills are exquisite, and there may be a way to eliminate evil spirits. ”

"But it's a long way to go, and it's really hard to do. ”

Leng Xiao's heart moved, his brows suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile, and he already had an idea in his heart.

The Changsong Sect is not as good as the Tricky Sword Sect, it is just a small sect, and Lei Wenyao, as a great elder, only has a Jindan cultivation, even if he is a Taishang Elder who has lived for more than three hundred years, he is only in the Jindan realm. However, although they are both Jin Dan, the difference in strength is very large, and the two Lei Wenyao will not be the opponents of the Supreme Elder.

In the hall of the Changsong faction, the first one is an old man who is about to die, his body is short, almost shrunk into a ball, it is Guan Xinchang, the elder of the Changsong faction!

There are also sect leader Liu Heguan, great elder Lei Wenyao, and several old-fashioned elder-level figures.

Guan Xinchang was originally in retreat and cultivation, but he was suddenly woken up in a hurry, his eyes were solemn at this time, he almost didn't catch his breath, and pointed his finger at Lei Wenyao and kept trembling: "You fool, what do you tell the old man to say about you!"

He slapped it on the table: "The old man has only been in retreat for a short time, and he caused such an incident for the old man!"

Lei Wenyao was speechless, he was the old man in green shirt that day!

Several old faces were tightly pressed together, and after careful discussion, Guan Xinchang lowered his voice, his eyes solemn: "Great Elder, what do you think about the tragic destruction of the Sword Sect?"

Lei Wenyao trembled, and hurriedly said: "Elder Taishang Mingjian, this matter must have been done by that mysterious powerhouse! That person clearly came for the Phantom Spirit Fox that day, and the target of those disciples of the Sword Sect was also the Phantom Spirit Fox, it must have been these descendants who spoke wildly and angered that mysterious powerhouse!"

"Then do you have ......" Guan Xinchang was so frightened that his body trembled.

"Elder Taishang, but don't worry, how can I be such an unreasonable person?"

"You see that the Sword Sect turned its head and was destroyed, isn't my Changsong Sect still safe and sound?"

As he was talking, outside the council hall, suddenly a disciple hurriedly came to report.

When Lei Wenyao saw that it was his disciple, he couldn't help but reprimand angrily: "Sixth, panic, what kind of system!"

The sixth child turned a deaf ear to this, and was already frightened to the point that his face was colorless, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Master, something is wrong, the young man next to the mysterious powerhouse sent me Changsong that day!"

Lei Wenyao was about to reprimand, but his face suddenly changed when he heard this, the mysterious powerhouse was respectful to this young man, how could this young man be an idle person?

Guan Xinchang pulled a face, slapped the table suddenly, and roared: "What's more, don't go to greet the distinguished guests!"

After that, Guan Xinchang walked out of the council hall in two steps, he paused again, quickly straightened his clothes, and rubbed his two rough hands vigorously on his old face, rubbing out a smile that he thought was a spring breeze.