Raiders White Moonlight Master

The side of Luoxue Peak is full of red plums. The delicate and beautiful flowers bloom in the cold in the snow layer.

Shan Yuan didn't want to enter the Linglong Mirror, it happened that Ying Xuan appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness at that moment.Almost instantly, Shan Yuan made a decision, his eyes were bloodshot, his spiritual veins were filled with spiritual power, he rushed out of Yulu Palace and fled to Luoxue Peak while others were not prepared.

Ling Qingan sat on the chair steadily, Dan Feng obviously hadn't reacted to Shan Yuan's escape, and asked in a daze: "Brother, your voice is so loud, my ears hurt."

Wen is really irritable: "Your ear hurts, everyone ran away!!!"

Lingqing put down the teacup and said Anwen: "Don't worry, brother, he can't escape."

"If he is allowed to escape, my cultivation level at the stage of transformation into a god is a joke! Don't take the position of head teacher of Lingyunzong, and don't open Lingyunzong."

"Brother, calm down."

"Stop you!"

Lingqing watched Wen Zhen fly out of Yulu Palace to catch Shan Yuan, with a cold face.

Dan Feng said: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother sprayed foam on your face again?"

"Second senior brother doesn't speak, I won't treat you as dumb."

"Oh, brother knows, brother is angry."

"you shut up."

Dan Feng continued: "Brother wants us to help, should we go there?"

"Shan Yuan's reluctance to enter the Linglong Mirror has already explained the result, and the rest of the senior brothers will take care of it, so there is no need to worry."

The snow is covered, and the plum forest is scorching.

Shan Yuan was sent flying to the ground by Wen Zhen's palm, holding the Poyan sword in his hand, his eyes were full of hostility, he gritted his teeth and stood up tremblingly.

Wen Zhen regretted and said with grief, "I never thought that you and Bai Chang were friends, and you could strike Jing Ming so cruelly. If it wasn't for this, just because of your ability to catch my sword, you will definitely be immortal in the future." The future is boundless. Unfortunately, a life is worth a life, since I killed my apprentice, this life has to stay here today."

Shan Yuan knew his own abilities, and he was barely able to catch Wen Zhen's sword just now. Under the impact of the cultivation level of the transformation stage, the inner alchemy and the spiritual veins began to ache again.

In the field of vision, Wenzhen formed a seal with one hand, and a huge seal appeared in the air.

The coercion alone made it difficult for Shan Yuan to move an inch.He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.It is said that when a person is about to die, he will recall the most important people and events in his life.

Shan Yuan didn't expect that he would step into hell at such a young age. He spent half his life on the battlefield, and he didn't spend many days with Lord Shan.Because of Lord Shan's death, he worshiped Shen Baixing as his teacher, wanted to track down the enemy who killed his father, went to Qing'an Town to practice, and got to know Bai Chang, everything was floating in Shan Yuan's mind.

If there were any regrets before he died, it would be that he was not able to see the master, and that he was not able to calm the master.

The footsteps of death are getting closer and closer, and the seal has been completed, and Shan Yuan can be turned into a ball of blood foam without being solidified.

Mei Xiang floated, and a white figure swept over from a distance. Wherever it passed, a few drops of blood fell on the white snow and plum blossoms.

With a loud bang, the seal smashed into the air!

The tall plum tree was broken in half by the spiritual power, and large flakes of snow slid from the top of the mountain to the valley.

Fine snow with red petals falling from Shan Yuan's ear, the expected pain did not come.

With a muffled grunt, someone stood in front of him.

The familiar aroma of medicine mixed with the cold air of plum fragrance was inhaled into the lungs.Shan Yuan realized who it was, and suddenly opened his eyes, and all he could see was Shen Baixing's back that was almost melting in the snow.

It was Master, it was Master who came to save him.

Shan Yuan didn't know where to get his strength, he staggered to his feet, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he grabbed Shen Baixing's wide sleeve from behind.His voice was astringent, and he called softly: "Master!"

Shen Baixing, who had his back to him, was holding on to the hilt of the sword tightly, and his body was straight. He had already been injured in the fight with Jin Ming just now, and he received another slap from Wenzhen to save Shan Yuan.At this moment, the throat is full of blood froth, and there are blood streaks from the white teeth.

Fortunately, he came in time, otherwise he would have gone to see the King of Hades long ago if he tattooed the real chapter.In order not to let others see that he was injured, Shen Baixing swallowed back the blood forcefully, and protected his apprentice against the cold wind and snow.

Without looking back, he asked, "Did you kill the man?"

"No."

Shen Baixing heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Not far away, Wen Zhen interrupted the conversation between the master and the apprentice, "No matter who it is, I have to pay for my apprentice's life."Standing against the wind, he summoned his spiritual pet, and an eighth-level giant wolf stepped out of the void. It was as tall as white and tall with just one leg, and its breath turned into a cloud of white mist in the ice and snow.

Shen Baixing's expression froze, and when the giant wolf rushed over, he pinched his fingers, and an incomparably complicated formation appeared like a wall, "Sleeping Spirit Formation!"

The giant wolf was trapped in the formation, and he used all his strength to attack. The trapped spirit formation needs the spiritual power of the caster to maintain it. With Shen Baixing's current spiritual power, he couldn't resist the giant wolf a few times.

He held Shan Yuan's hand, and swung his sword at Wenzhen who was killing him. The Lingling sword light crossed the Luoxue Peak, and the huge spiritual power lifted up countless petals, mixed with the fine snow, and time seemed to be frozen.As Wanggui broke through the sky, there was a clanging sound, and there was a landslide, pressing Wenzhen's sword.

After Shen Baixing swung the sword, he grabbed his apprentice and ran away.

The move just now was already an excessive use of spiritual power, and if he continued to fight, he would vomit blood and die.As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, and runs away if he can't beat him. Looking at Ling Yunzong's posture, he has already determined that Shan Yuan is the murderer.Wen Zhen is even more unreasonable, he cuts with his sword without even saying a word to him.

Anyway, he can tear apart the protective circle of Lingyun Mountain, so let's run out first.

Walking on the wind, you will reach the enchantment in a blink of an eye.

"Master."

"To shut up."

As soon as Shen Baixing finished yelling, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, the coercion of the Mahayana period came from the direction of Huayu Peak, and Lingqing was followed by Dan Feng, chasing after him, before the man came, he said: "How courageous!".

Shen Baixing froze and fell from the air onto the snow.

"Master!", Shan Yuan's eyes were so red that he was about to ooze blood, he hugged Shen Baixing's shoulders, his voice was trembling, and he moved eagerly and clumsily to wipe the blood from the corner of the other's mouth.

Shen Baixing held his apprentice's trembling hand instead, without any convincing comfort, "If you vomit a few mouthfuls of blood, you won't be able to die."

"It's all about the disciple's fault, and it's useless for the disciple to implicate the master."

Shan Yuan blamed himself for being sad and worried. Amidst the intense emotions, a scorching heat suddenly rose in his veins, and something was about to wake up from inside.His eyes were stained red, he knelt in the snow, his black robe was intertwined with the white one, and he hugged Shen Baixing's hands vigorously.

There was blood in front of his eyes, he saw the master open his mouth, but he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

The cold wind blew on Shan Yuan's face like a knife, and Lingqing tapped his fingers lightly on the back, as if touching the water surface, ripples appeared, he flicked his fingers, and the aura flew towards Shan Yuan.

The spiritual light entered his body, and Shan Yuan suddenly fell into the heavy snow.Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he looked at Shen Baixing shaking his arm with blurred vision, and anxiously grabbed his wrist to convey spiritual power.

But this time, no matter what Shen Baixing did, the spiritual power seemed to disappear.He grasped Shen Baixing's sleeve weakly with five fingers, trying to keep it, but he could only feel the delicate texture of the sleeve flowing away from his fingertips.

The snow under him was shaking, and before his eyes were covered by darkness, Shan Yuan saw Ling Qing's astonished face, and the master was dressed in white, dancing in the sharp sword light.

Cold, dark, powerless like a huge ball enveloping Shan Yuan, the oppression eroded him, his breathing was suffering and his thoughts were chaotic, the sea of ​​consciousness was changing, and an invisible hand was disturbing the world.

Ying Xuan suddenly appeared in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, and soon disappeared in an unsteady figure.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness visited by Shen Baixing, the flowers withered inch by inch, the mountains collapsed into the valleys, the pools dried up, and the scorching sun quickly scorched and cracked the wet land.

The day was replaced by the night of thick ink, and countless fine and strong black lines gathered from all directions, netting and compressing the sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a soft crackling sound, and the elixir shattered.

Shan Yuan wasn't sure if he was dead or not. He was walking in the long dark night, and there seemed to be a huge mouth waiting for him in front of him.Suddenly, a gleam of light finally broke through the black spherical cocoon, and Shan Yuan quickened his steps towards the ball of light.

The light seems to have life, leading Shan Yuan to a further place.He walked for a long time, so long that Shan Yuan's physical strength couldn't bear it anymore, but he couldn't let go of the warm light and couldn't retreat.Just when it thought it was going to go on forever, the light stopped, and there were miscellaneous sounds around it.In the cage built by the darkness, vivid human voices came slowly, as if the snow lotus on the top of the mountain was pure and clean.

A red light rose under his feet, and a red thread grew out of the darkness with no end in sight. When he came to Shan Yuan's side, the end of the thread was bent and wrapped around his wrist as if feeling something.Shan Yuan pinched the red thread, trying to untie it, but found that the silk thread looked narrow, but it was actually extremely tough.What's even more strange is that from the moment it was wrapped around his wrist, there wasn't a single knot, it was natural.

He looked down, and at some point the darkness on the soles of his feet disappeared and turned into a white mist.In the bird's-eye view, red lines protrude from all corners of the white mist, reaching straight up to the sky.Where the red light passes, the darkness is like a soldering iron dipped in water, making a sizzling corrosion sound.

The red thread connects the sky and the earth, only the one on his wrist remains unchanged, quietly encircling the wrist bone, as if recognizing his master.

Before the darkness disappeared completely, two roads diverged ahead, the same Black Bulongdong.Just when Shan Yuan was thinking about which way to go, the black barrier protruded outward.Soon, the protrusion became bigger and bigger, and gradually formed a human shape. Ying Xuan came out from inside, held out his right hand to Shan Yuan, and said, "Come with me."

Inexplicably, Shan Yuan felt that he should not listen to Ying Xuan's words, he shook his head: "I want to go by myself."

"Why?" Ying Xuan was very puzzled, "Can you give up your obsession?"

Shan Yuan felt that Ying Xuan was different, but he couldn't tell the difference. He insisted on his own opinion and said, "I have no obsession."

"You have."

Shan Yuan resolutely said: "Even if there is, obsession can't dominate me." His eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked directly at Ying Xuan, "Obsession, you shouldn't try to shake the master's mind, you have your own place to go. "

When the words fell to the ground, thousands of red lights covered Ying Xuan's back, engulfing his body.

Amid the ashes, Ying Xuan's deep voice sounded, "You can't kill me."

The road on the right disappeared, and the dense red lines twisted and twisted, stretching out to Shan Yuan's feet.

The moment I stepped on it, the road on the left also disappeared.In the steaming white mist, only a man dressed in black stood over the red bridge and walked towards the snow-white mountain ahead.

Pushing away the clouds and mist, the white clothes are like a full moon in the sky, meandering down from the cold steps.At the end of the steps, sat a man with silver hair half tied up with a purple ribbon. He heard the voice and slowly turned his head.

The author says:

It's Xiaobai from the past life