Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

On Qionghai Road, by the Beiqiong Lake, several red-loud painting boats are placed side by side.

These building ships are several dozen feet away from the shore, but the sound of Yingying Yanyan above them is clearly audible.

As a foil, there is a soft and warm tone, which is mixed with the laughter and laughter, making people unconsciously immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

But at the next moment, the originally soft piano sound suddenly became hurried, and between the roars, a four-armed celestial phenomenon suddenly appeared.

I saw four-color halos circulating above its celestial image, and each arm held a copper bell. With one blow, a building ship was pierced through most of it, and it was about to sink.

At the same time, a low voice came from all directions: "Wu Miaomiao, you can't escape!"

"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano sounded like the sound of a sword, and this movement suddenly overshadowed the sound of the copper bell.

In the next moment, the four-armed celestial image started from the head, and the entire body was suddenly shattered, and a corpse fell straight from the air like a rag sack.

At this moment, a woman wearing a mask with a cat's face stepped out of the painting boat. She played the guqin in her arms. push away.

The people who had already fallen into the water were also sent to the shore by the ripples.

But after doing this, Wu Miaomiao did not show the slightest joy, but instead fiddled with the strings a little unhappy.

The corpse, which had lost any vitality, suddenly stood up again and appeared behind her at some point.

"Originally, Miss Ben was hiding well here, but who would have thought that a storyteller in Lingnan, Tiannan Road, would actually tell me what to do.

After a few days of peace, I was about to leave. "

Wu Miaomiao pondered casually, but in the next moment, her complexion suddenly changed slightly, her figure flickered, dodging towards the air.

In the position where she was originally standing, a big hand suddenly emerged from the water and shook it towards her.

On top of her head, a large black bell appeared at some point, trying to cover her in it.

"Purple Palace Spirit Artifact!"

Looking at the big bell, Wu Miaomiao's heart was slightly stunned, but she saw that she turned the guqin in her hand and pulled the four strings suddenly. The invisible fluctuations made the big bell pause.

But at this moment, she didn't hesitate at all, and her figure fled into the distance.

The attack was not successful, but two figures were seen walking out of the shadows. Seeing their fleeing figures, they went after them.

But at this moment, the corpse that was standing behind Wu Miaomiao suddenly stepped out and blocked in front of the two of them.

Seeing that they escaped, the two did not continue to chase, but looked at the corpse in front of them with a dignified expression.

Although Wu Miaomiao's strength in manipulating the corpse is only 30% to 50% of the body, but they are also in the Butterfly Transformation Realm, they cannot ignore it.

...A few dozen miles away, Wu Miaomiao's figure reappeared, she stood still, and her expression couldn't help but look a little ugly.

At this time, the mask on her face was broken, and a scar was clearly visible on her fingertips, and the scarlet blood was dripping, and it couldn't be stopped.

"It's really thrilling. In order to deal with Miss Ben, three more Butterfly Transformation Realms were dispatched, and each of them was above the Sixth Heaven of Butterfly Transformation."

Seeing the injuries on her fingertips, she was a little annoyed, Wu Miaomiao suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but secretly spit: "Hmph, that storyteller exposed my hiding place and left me nowhere to go, I secretly hid in his teahouse and gave him a headache."

...Yanbei Road, on the snow-capped mountains, the single-clothed Zen master, holding a bowl in one hand and a Zen staff in the other, is burying his head on his way.

Although anyone who sees this Zen master can feel a sense of tranquility in him, when he really sees the other person, he only feels suffocating, like a devil.

He is not someone else, he is the fifth in the Tianjiao list in Han Lian's mouth, Zen Master Xueyi is empty!

This snow-capped mountain spans the four roads of Yanbei, Jinping, Longchuan, and Xiaoxiang. Although there are some breaks in the middle, the vertical and horizontal textures belong to a dragon vein.

Walking along the way is a smooth road.

And at this moment, for some reason, he suddenly stopped.

If someone is here, looking along the road ahead, there is a figure on the top of the snow mountain.

The man has been standing quietly in the snow, his whole body has been covered with ice and snow, just like a snowman.

Although Kong Huan said he couldn't see, it wasn't that he couldn't perceive it. After hesitating for a while, he wanted to untie the single and put it on the snowman.

But at the next moment, the snowman suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp knife light emerged from it.

But he saw that he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and between the rising, it was like a big dragon, turning into a rolling mist, and the snow on his body was also evaporated in the blink of an eye.

When he showed his figure, it was a swordsman with a knife in his arms.

The swordsman had already sensed the empty return, and when he looked at him, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Butterfly Transformation... Can't see?

No... this is no six senses!

He carefully probed the empty breath, his expression was slightly condensed, he suddenly thought of something, and took out a stack of crumpled papers from his arms.

What is written above is exactly what Han Lian said about "The Legend of Covering the Sky", turning to the back and comparing left and right, his eyes became hot again.

Yes, that's right, he's free!

He took a deep breath, his body erupted with a fiery edge, and saluted Konghui with his fists: "Konghuan Zen master, I want to ask for some advice, your Zen method!"

"..."

After a few breaths, Song Zhiwen saw Sora and still didn't say anything. Suddenly, he thought of something, and his aura disappeared.

Yes, people without the six senses themselves cannot see and cannot hear, and even if there are Zen methods to help, it is not always running the Dharma door.

If the other party doesn't want to have a fight with him, he can completely ignore him.

"It's okay, it's okay, so it seems that my xinxing is indeed worse than yours.

There's a reason why I'm ranked behind you on the Tianjiao list. "

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he thought of something, and said to himself: "The snow mountain here is the intersection of Longchuan Road and Xiaoxiang Road, and it is not far from Tiannan Road. It’s also because of the arrogance that day.”

When Zen Master Konghuan heard this, he couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Seeing this scene, Song Zhiwen was slightly taken aback, and his eyes widened.

The Zen method of the other party has been operating, but he is not willing to fight with him.

"How do you feel, invisibly, I am a little worse than him?"

Song Zhiwen flashed this thought in his heart, looking at the snow-capped mountains below him, he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in his heart.

"The world has always been the same force, and the dragon veins that spanned several places in the Xunfeng Dynasty could not fail to converge again, revealing its charm.

But how should I make up for my broken knife? "