Heavenly practice

In just an instant, the entire Yangluo Valley and the Qianli Mountains were frozen. The hair and eyebrows of the monks were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the feet of those with lower cultivation bases were frozen, and they were terrified.

Even Feng Qingli was covered with a layer of white snow, and he looked like an ice sculpture against his icy and jade-like posture. The spiritual power in his body was shaken, shaking off the snowflakes and icicles, and he looked at his Yangluo Valley with cold and shocked eyes. , the momentum is icy cold.

"The whole Yangluo...is frozen." Qianji's tone was full of shock and fear.

The wind blowing from the Wangqing Lake is getting colder and more violent. The frozen mist falls on the lake one after another like a bead curtain. The wind and snow are mixed together like a writhing giant dragon With snowflakes all over the sky occupying the whole sky.

Qianji couldn't help covering her face with her hands, trembling when she spoke, "It's so cold..."

Bai Ruying moved her stiff fingers. When the fingertips touch the snowflakes, they will feel pain like needle pricks. Most monks find it unimaginable how severe the cold can hurt the Nascent Soul cultivator, but today they experienced it personally. Like a harbinger of doomsday.

"Like divine punishment." Xuanyu's voice was eerily calm.

Feng Yufei looked at her. She was the only one present who knew that among the scourge experienced by the Jiangxiao Xuanniao clan thousands of years ago, there was such a cold and snowstorm that destroyed all vitality. That disaster almost wiped out most of the lives of the Xuanniao clan. .

She opened her hands and summoned a beam of nirvana fire. The red fire floated into the air and suddenly expanded into a floating sea of ​​fire, bringing warmth for a moment, but the next moment the flame was covered by wind and snow, and instantly turned into a palm size.

"Little Fei!" Su Tianxing immediately reminded.

Feng Yufei's face changed drastically, she immediately withdrew the beam of flames, her face turned pale for a while, Su Tianxing reached out to support her.

"...Can you even extinguish the fire of Nirvana?" Bai Ruying's eyes were shocked.

The monks who watched from afar were also horrified when they saw this scene. As we all know, the Feng clan is close to the way of heaven, and the fire of Nirvana is a gift from heaven to the Feng clan. A race whose souls were destroyed after reincarnation in ten lifetimes, the fire of Nirvana that even demigods could not extinguish was almost extinguished by this strange snowstorm today.

"The fire of Nirvana is a gift from the gods, endowed by the way of heaven, there is only one possibility to extinguish it." Feng Yufei's voice was tinged with fear.

"The Way of Heaven." Xuanyu said.

Cloud's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to look at Wangqing Lake, "The way of heaven...has changed?!"

The lake that was originally shrouded in white mist was now much clearer. In the silent tumbling snowstorm, there was a figure standing alone with his hands behind his back, and another half-kneeling on the lake.

The wind and snow were swaying, but the standing man was not covered in snow at all. He was wearing a moon-white robe that was not stained by dust. He held a bamboo flute in his hand, and his expression was indifferent.

Everyone stared blankly, speechless.

Lin Xieyang slowly raised his hand, and raised the bamboo flute towards the person kneeling on the ground.

Xuanyu slammed the barrier hard, but there was no reaction at all. The barrier seemed to be only to stop them.

She turned her head and shouted at Chang Ming, "If you don't act again, you will never see Shen Zhuo again!"

However, Chang Ming seems to be attracted by something, his eyes are fixed on the Wangqing Lake... No, it is above the Wangqing Lake, behind the two people,

The originally calm eyes showed a familiar and frightening brilliance.

Xuanyu seemed to realize something, and turned her head to follow.

On Wangqing Lake, a huge shadow appeared silently behind the two, towering into the clouds, as if it had pierced through the barrier set by Lin Xieyang, and the huge thing gradually revealed its corner in the wind and snow Come - pure, crystal clear cornices.

Shen Zhuo's heart was beating wildly, his nails pinched the flesh of his palm fiercely, trying to keep calm.

He took a step towards the lake calmly, and everyone was attracted by the sudden appearance of a giant, but no one paid attention to his step.

Except for Asahi Snow Palace who was blindfolded by the black veil, she stood quietly in the wind and snow, like a quiet ancient tree, silently waiting for something.

The colossal monster finally revealed its full appearance. Everyone looked at it, and for a while they lost their words, and even forgot to sigh.

Such as a natural thousand-story pavilion, flying eaves and kisses, carved beams and painted buildings, soaring into the clouds, piercing the sky, floating majestically on the Wangqing Lake, and even occupying the entire Yangluo Valley, like a city descended from heaven, standing quietly in the world for thousands of years, sacred and majestic , trembling soul.

Lin Xieyang, who was not far away, seemed not to have seen this grand scene, and raised his hand to stab the half-kneeling Long Xiang with his bamboo flute.

"Stop!" Xuanyu shouted.

Everyone's eyes widened.

At this moment, a silver-gray figure flew across the wind and snow, passed through the invisible barrier in front of Xuanyu, and flew down in front of the two people on Wangqing Lake.

"Okay."

The clear and crisp voice of the young man lost its innocence and softness before, and was as calm and silent as an old man in the evening mist.

Lin Xieyang nodded, and took back the bamboo flute.

Everyone was shocked and stared blankly at this scene.

Chang Ming's eyes suddenly shrank, and then burst into a violent and gloomy deep purple.

"Shen—burn—"

Like a name shouted from the soul, Chang Ming suddenly raised his hand to hit the invisible barrier, but was blocked by a black figure.

"Go away."

Chang Ming growled gloomyly, and the spiritual power overflowing from his whole body scattered the raging wind and snow.

Asahi Xuegong stood there quietly, eyes covered with black veil, "You can't stop it anymore."

"Then I will slaughter Central Continent!"

This sound shook the sky and echoed over the Yangluo Valley for a long time. The souls of the monks trembled, and they all spit out blood with pale faces.

Bai Ruying knelt down on one knee, a trace of blood spilled from both ears, Xu protected the lead machine with one hand, and when seeing this, the other hand also protected her under the spiritual power of the whole body.

The wind that was more violent than before lifted the white snow, Asahi Snow Palace took off the black veil that covered his eyes, and complex and mysterious silver patterns occupied the surroundings of his closed eyes.

That delicate thin lip bent for the first time, and she said, "You have won this bet."

The destructive spiritual power of Changming came in a flash, and at the same moment, Shen Zhuo, who was standing on the lake, was already standing in front of the temple.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire Yangluo, overshadowing the blazing sun, hotter than the flames, and everyone closed their eyes.

Only Chang Ming stared at the silver-gray figure, his deep purple eyes seemed to devour the entire world.

As the light dissipated, Asahi Xuegong knelt on the ground with one knee limp, a torn black veil fluttered to the ground, and she smiled helplessly.

Without your strength, I am afraid that I will really die at the hands of this man.

The barrier shattered silently, and countless small sounds rushed into everyone's ears, the sound of wind and snow, and the sound of cracking, like sharp knives cutting everyone's eardrums.

Changming broke through the wind and snow and disappeared in place.

A round silver-white light ball was suspended in front of the huge temple, and the young man reached out to hold the silver-white light ball.

At that moment, it seemed that even the sky and the earth were quiet, the turbulent wind and snow stopped for a moment, and the sounds of all things came rushing in, pouring into my ears.

An invisible force spread out from the silver-white light group, violently lifted the boy's silver-gray long-haired robe, and spread to the entire Yangluo, Beichuan, Penglai, Yusuke...

All the monks in Central Continent looked up at the sky above them in unison, terrified.

Chang Ming, who was forced out of the void, suddenly appeared on the lake, watching with gloomy eyes as the boy's silver-gray long hair turned into a pure black ink color, and his slender and short stature grew inch by inch into a slender and tall young man.

The wind and snow stopped at some point, and the world was silent. The figure stood there quietly, with black hair hanging down to his ankles.

The familiarity of that back is shocking.

The young man turned around slowly and looked over, stretched out his hand towards the lead machine on the shore, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Xiao Qian, it's time to go home."