Heavenly practice

Shen Zhuo didn't go far and couldn't hold it anymore, he just knelt on the ground on one knee, and the Tiantian Sect disciples passing by were impressed with him, and stepped forward to help him up one after another.

"Send me... Huangzi Pavilion..."

Everyone thought that he was not in good health and wanted to go to Huangzi Pavilion to study hard, and immediately wanted to take him to the medicine house. Fortunately, Lin Yin passed by and knew that Shen Zhuo was not easy. Seeing his pale face, and hearing that he insisted on going to Huangzi Pavilion, Immediately, she ran to Huangzi Pavilion with him on her back.

The Huangzi Pavilion is usually very clean and there is no one there, and only disciples who are punished will be sent to guard the place. In the past few days, no one has been punished, and there is only an old man squatting at the door to watch the door.

"Hurry up...Elder Mingxin?!"

Just as Lin Yin was about to yell for the old man to open the door, the other party suddenly raised his head. He was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he threw Shen Zhuo on his back to the ground.

"Do you want to throw him to death!"

Ming Xin saw his ideal apprentice being thrown to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or not, and immediately frowned, and stepped forward to check.

"What's going on? What's wrong with him?"

"I... I don't know, I passed by and saw him..."

"Okay, okay, open the door!"

Seeing that he couldn't explain clearly, Mingxin immediately picked up Shen Zhuo and went to Huangzi Pavilion.

Lin Yin didn't dare to delay, and immediately stepped forward to open the door, and when he was about to follow in, the door was closed by a gust of wind, almost smashing his nose.

He didn't dare to leave either, so he stood guard outside the door and meditated.

And a door away, Ming Xin hugged Shen Zhuo and directly opened a secret door on the ground, and walked into the basement.

But in this short hundred-step staircase, a few silver-white spots of light appeared on Shen Zhuo's body in his arms, floating out from his chest little by little.

Mingxin was taken aback, stopped for a moment, subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the light spot, his mind was shaken as soon as he touched his hand, and countless strange and strange pictures flashed across quickly, which surprised him unceasingly.

Can't wait to think about it, he quickly carried Shen Zhuo down the stairs, and put him on the ground, the surrounding candles spontaneously ignited, Ming Xin knelt down on one knee, his hands quickly formed seals, but it was too late.

He finally knew what those dots of light were.

The person lying on the ground in front of him had a faint silvery-white light all over his body, but if he looked carefully, he could find that it was not light, but countless silvery-white light spots gathered together, floating on the surface of Shen Zhuo's body.

When the last seal on Mingxin's hand was completed, a very small light spot floated in the thin layer of light, which was like a signal. In the next moment, several light spots floated up, Then there are dozens, dozens, hundreds, thousands...

The formation under Ming Xin's feet had formed, but it couldn't stop the countless silver-white light spots from gradually dissipating in the air. He watched Shen Zhuo's fingers turn into countless light spots and dissipate in the air.

In the dimly lit basement, a young man was lying quietly in white clothes. He had a beautiful face and long black hair, spreading behind him like a pair of huge black wings. He flew up to the sky, covering his whole body in soft silvery white, like a gentle god.

Lin Yin outside the gate of the Huangzi Pavilion suddenly shivered. Looking up, he realized that it was dark, the moon was high, and the cold of early winter penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He muttered, turned his head to look, the door of the pavilion was still closed, and he began to worry again.

The cold became more and more bitter, he couldn't help standing up and walking a few steps, but inadvertently saw a small white thing floating in from the outside.

He reached out to pick it up, but it turned out to be a crystal clear snowflake.

He walked to the open space in surprise, looked up at the sky, scattered snowflakes fell from the sky, some sprinkled on his face, it was extraordinarily cold.

But in a short while, countless snowflakes fell from the sky, like jade chips scattered by the gods in the sky, slowly covering the entire Qinyang Mountain.

The creatures in this mountain looked up at the sky, feeling the coldness of the snowflakes falling on their bodies, and felt strange.

The human race doesn't know, but they know that this snow is different from the past.

Everyone in Zhentianmen raised their heads to look at the sky, a strange feeling filled their hearts, and there seemed to be a consciousness in the dark that was telling something.

At the same time, outside Qinyang Mountain, the vast land of Zhongzhou also quietly fell this snow.

In the towering cloud tower, the girl's eyes were covered with white gauze, and she knelt and sat in front of the wooden table. On the table were three broken copper coins.

In the vast void, the white-clothed woman who appeared on Jinyang Mountain that day suddenly looked up into the sky, her eyes full of shock.

"The way of heaven..."

"The time has come, the day we are born is not far away."

The basement of Huangzi Pavilion.

Mingxin looked at the scene in front of him in horror, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.

He had never seen such a thing before, and he didn't know what happened to the young man in front of him, but he knew that in a short while, the young man in front of him would completely disappear from the world.

It's too late, said a faint voice in his heart.

"..."

Seeing the young man lying there, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He opened his mouth to call out the young man's name in grief, but suddenly stopped, and just stood there with his mouth open. The flickering candles around him suddenly stopped. Without twisting, those floating light spots also stagnated in place.

A person came from a dark corner, with silver-white long hair hanging down behind him, and a black silver-patterned robe draped over his body. The light and shadow were dim, revealing that almost perfect face, a pair of deep and dark eyes like the sea. eye.

He looked at the young man who was shrouded in silver light and gradually dissipated, his eyes fell on the right hand that had disappeared, and the hand hidden under the wide sleeve moved, and the young man who was lying on the ground suddenly stood up floating.

He took a step forward, stood close to the young man, looked at the young man shrouded in light, reached out to stroke the young man's long hair, embraced the other's head, bowed his head and kissed him lightly.

The silvery brilliance flowed around the two of them, and the young man opened his closed eyes slightly, looking at him quietly.

He raised his head slightly and kissed those eyes.

Everything stands still here.

In a distant icy place, a boy with disheveled long hair watched the snowflakes falling in front of him suddenly stagnate in the air, and the pool of snow that fell from the branches floated above his head. to the distance.

The whole world was frozen.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, only to see it resting beside his mouth without moving.

He stared at the tone for a moment, then turned to walk away, leaving a series of small footprints along the way.

In the pure white ice and snow, everything is silent, but the young man's thin body walks between the sky and the earth like a straight green bamboo.

After an unknown amount of time, the snowflakes fell again. The young man touched the flute on his waist, put it to his lips and began to blow it. The snowflakes all over the sky suddenly changed direction and headed behind him.

However, no one saw such a strange sight.

And just as the snowflakes were falling down from the sky again, a guest was quietly ushered in in the Zhentianmen Medicine House, which was filled with flames all over the sky.

Feng Yufei looked at the silver-haired man who appeared in front of him out of thin air and immediately transformed into flame wings to protect the dying Long Xiang, and then transformed himself into a figure in the flames.

"Your Excellency Demigod, please step back." Feng Yufei looked at him neither humble nor overbearing.

The silver-haired man ignored her, and only raised his hand, and a ray of white light rose from the young man in the flames, and fell into the man's palm.

Feng Ming sounded suddenly, Feng Yufei's eyes froze, and he was about to make a move, but the opponent's figure was lost in front of his eyes.

She looked back at the young man who was safe and sound, her slender brows furrowed, as if she couldn't understand the other party's intentions.