The flying snow is falling, and the strong wind gradually subsides.

The mist dissipated, and a shadow appeared on the broken stone statue. He was dressed in a man's white robe, his hair was in a neat bun, his facial features were beautiful, but he was full of heroism.

It is none other than Li Qianqiu, the third most beautiful princess of the Wei Dynasty.

She looked at the old man's body and remained silent.

Whoosh!

After the ruins of the wall, a scholar flashed out. He came to the old man's body with an excited look, groped up and down, took out a leather scroll from his arms, opened it and took a look, and suddenly his face showed ecstasy.

"Where are the things?" Princess Sanjue's eyes were cold.

The scholar felt a chill inexplicably and respectfully raised his hands: "Princess, please wait a moment."

After that, he took out a bone flute from his arms, turned his true energy around, puffed up his cheeks and blew it, but there was no sound.

After about half a stick of incense, there was a sudden rustle on the ground, a rustling sound, and a faint shadow of a small figure flickering.

The cold wind dispersed, and something appeared on the snow.

It was a skeleton, crystal clear, like glass, with a faint sound of sadness coming from it.

"The palace wall is deep... The moon is bright and cold, the mountains and rivers are beacons of smoke, the mountains are shining brightly, and the jade tower is leaning on the railing while walking around the Tian Pavilion, but there is no canopy..."

The repertoire is very famous, "Moonlight Sorrow" by Lady Baihua, the wife of White Tiger Soldier Saint Li Yuan, is often played in Liyuan teahouses.

Looking at the skeleton, the scholar's eyes were full of fear. He took the leather scroll and backed away a hundred meters, slightly holding his hand, "Princess, I have kept my promise, can you leave?"

Princess Sanjue said nothing, with a cold murderous intent in her eyes.

The scholar didn't seem to be afraid, and looked straight at him with a smile.

"It turns out I brought helpers."

Princess Sanjue slowly turned her head and looked to the southwest.

A hundred feet away, a figure appeared at some point. He was tall, with a stubble on his face and cold eyes.

This man was wearing a tattered black robe over his leather armor.

The clothes are fluttering in the wind, and the whole person is looming.

He was holding a long bow made of animal bones, the bowstring was tight, and the blood-colored bone tooth arrows were shining with faint green fire, which was strange and inexplicable.

A smile appeared on the scholar's lips, "You may not know that the princess lives in seclusion, but this is Yang Fu, the Archery Saint of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and a descendant of the Yinshan Sect who was exterminated by the Dugu family."

"The God-killing Arrow was given by His Majesty himself. The princess should know the power of this thing."

Princess Sanjue said silently, "Get out!"

The scholar flew away as if he had been granted amnesty.

Yang Fu, the Archery Saint of the Southern Jin Dynasty, also slowly retreated, his figure disappearing in the wind and snow.

Princess Sanjue Li Qianqiu stretched out her hand, and the skeleton on the ground rose into the air and slowly landed in the jade palm.

Not far away, golden light flashed, and the white-bearded Taoist was suspended in the air. He was the leader of Taiyi Guangyuan Zhenjun.

Princess Li Qianqiu of Sanjue didn't seem surprised, still looking at the skeleton in her hand, "The ancestors of the Soldier Saint became possessed by demons and escaped into the ice fields. The Queen of Hundred Flowers missed her so much that she became extremely ill and left the immortals behind. She sang lamentations in the palace day and night, and everyone who heard them went crazy.

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"It is said that only by burying her next to her ancestors can the soul of the Queen of Flowers rest in peace. Unfortunately, I also vowed to invade the ice field, but now it seems that it is just a lie..."

True Lord Guangyuan looked calm and said, "Princess is righteous."

Sanjue Princess Li Qianqiu ignored it and glanced at the corpse of the old man from the Bardo Gate in the snow with a dark look in her eyes, "We are all ghosts living in the past. There is no righteousness, it's just a joke."

"But the reputation of our ancestors as soldiers must not be tarnished!"

True Lord Guangyuan nodded slightly and said, "Princess, don't worry, Guo Yin Shu has been manipulated. No matter what kind of evil spirit the Nether Emperor is, if he falls into the Netherworld, he will never be able to come back again."

Princess Sanjue said nothing.

The cold wind passed, and the place was empty.

True Lord Guangyuan also disappeared with the golden light.

After a moment, the sound of horse hooves came, and Qin Baotou came through the air. He first groped for the old man's body, then looked at the footprints in the snow around him, and his expression changed.

"Oops, there's something fishy about this!"

"Chase!"

The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month is a small year.

At this time every year, the gods will hold a grand sacrifice to welcome people from all over the world into the royal ancestral temple to eat sacrificial offerings, receive rituals and music, to show their contribution to protecting the human race.

This is an ancient ritual in the art of conferring gods, passed down from generation to generation.

The sky was slightly bright and the bells and drums were ringing all over the city.

Above the gate tower of the imperial city, Pei Yun, the Minister of Rites, strode out in a purple robe, looked at the dense crowd below the city, slowly spread out the gold silk book in his hand, and recited aloud: "Your Majesty, the Emperor of Heaven, has decreed that since the rule of the Three Emperors, the title of The gods and earth only have endless incense, and the righteous men of the human race guard the four frontiers, and the earth is peaceful and peaceful, and the merits will last forever..."

He studied under Shanhai Academy, and his true energy circulated awe-inspiring, and with the blessing of the city gate formation, his voice resounded throughout the world.

The gates of all the shops have been opened long ago, and people all over the city, men, women, old and young, are standing on both sides of Tianjie with their exquisite pasta and wine-made pastries, waiting eagerly on the streets.

Outside the city gate of the divine capital, the captains of the thirty-six prefectures of Dayan arrived. They all wore armor and solemn expressions, and behind them there were sergeants holding high the Dharma flag.

Wang Xuan is also among them, wearing black four-spirited armor, a vermilion cloak, and a purple-gold crown. Behind him, Wei Tingshan is holding a Dharma flag with a solemn expression.

He remained calm and looked up.

I saw that on the towering city gate, a altar had been erected, and there were many flags and banners. All the high-ranking officials were present, including Master Hongyuan.

Guangyuan Zhenjun, the leader of Taiyi, stands in the center of the altar, wearing a purple Taoist robe of the sun, moon and stars, and a fairy-like Taoist bone in the flying snow.

To be honest, Wang Xuan didn't want to see this veteran.

Whether it is Master Wang or the True Lord of Guangyuan, they all have a spirit as strong as iron, and they will do anything for the righteousness of their hearts. They will do anything to plot against anyone, including themselves.

If you have no desires, you will be strong and the most difficult to deal with.

Because he had the Order of the Immortal City, even though he was on good terms with the Taiyi Sect, he somehow became its pawn. Fortunately, Gu Canghai, the leader of the Sihai Sect, stole his share of the cause and effect.

However, the other party may be well aware of his absorption of mysterious metals, and may have some hidden agenda.

There are some things he is willing to do.

But it is not driven by others.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan secretly opened the Heavenly Way deduction board.

On the list, the integration progress of the royal family's "Hunyuan Refining Technique" and "Taixu Yin and Yang Jue" has reached 10%.

Based on past experience, there shouldn't be much conflict between these two techniques. As long as the fusion is successful and a way is found to improve the nine-turn calamity light, the body of the divine weapon will be able to accumulate unprecedented foundation.

When the time comes to step into the non-poison realm, you will definitely be able to condense world-shattering supernatural powers. With strength, there is no need to care about other people’s colors...Winter! Winter! Winter!

Just when Wang Xuan was distracted, the royal bells rang, and then all the bells and drums in the city rang, resounding throughout the countryside.

True Lord Guangyuan looked at the sky with blank eyes, "Get up the altar!"

After hearing the words, all the masters pressed the magic formula at the same time.

In an instant, the incense in the altar ignited without any wind, soaring straight into the sky. The flags and flags were rising and flying.

True Lord Guangyuan opened his palm, and a small golden seal rose into the air. It was the Qingweixuantian Seal, the most precious treasure of the Taiyi Sect.

This is a real magic weapon. As soon as it appeared, it showed extraordinary power, with golden light shining out and suddenly soaring into the sky.

boom!

There was a thunder in the sky.

The sky was originally covered with clouds and snow, but at this moment, a large hole was torn open in the clouds, revealing the dazzling sunlight. The clouds at the entrance of the hole seemed to be inlaid with gold edges.

A beam of light penetrated between heaven and earth, covering the entire altar, and then golden incense rose up with divine power.

Wang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was wary.

Guangyuan Zhenjun's move was not to show off, but to support Ri Jing so that the altar could operate smoothly.

What made him alert was the magic weapon.

To be honest, he also has a magic weapon, and it is a rare treasure stored by military strategists, the "Dongxuan Arm" of Marshal Hou Tong of Kunyu.

Because of this, he knew the power of the magic weapon.

The Dongxuan Arm Mustard Seed Sumeru, both the materials and the formations engraved on it are unheard of and extremely mysterious.

The space inside is as big as half a room, enough for him to place personal armor and weapons to increase his combat power.

The Qingwei Xuantian Seal is obviously even more extraordinary.

At such a distance, it would be difficult for a flying sword to reach it, let alone have the power to break through the clouds.

You can't stop this kind of thing at all.

In other Dharma veins, are there magic weapons to suppress luck?

Wang Xuan thought in his mind that the festival would continue over there.
To be continued...