() In the severe cold of Handong, the snow-white wedding dress gently covers the earth, and the evil cloud peak is crowded with snow that cannot be melted or dispersed——
The whiteness of this heaven and earth is difficult to create on an artist's drawing board. However, once you have seen this cold whiteness, it is difficult to forget it.
Memory is like a piece of dry white paper. This whiteness is two different kinds of whiteness (the whiteness of white snow and white paper are different)
, with the wisps of breeze, quietly melted on the paper, melted...
Xieyun Peak has always been rarely visited by people, but now it's winter! There's not even a soul to be seen, and it's all white and snowy.
The low-ranking servant disciples all hid in the warm huts, lit the small stove, and chatted in twos and threes.
"call"
Hot air was blowing out from the mouth, and a completely different landscape appeared in the snow-white world.
A man with his upper body exposed kept waving the iron bar weapon in his hand. The big tree covered by white snow next to him was suffering from the torture of the cold winter. The man in front of him didn't seem to be afraid of the cold that froze everything.
This man's body was surrounded by a negligibly thin blood energy, which was rapidly rotating around Ling Chen's body, and the blood in Ling Chen's body was also rotating according to a certain pattern.
Perhaps it was this strange blood energy that made Ling Chen not afraid of the severe cold.
In the snowy sky, traces of red gas actually appeared.
"Kill!" I yelled angrily in my heart——
Every time he waved the black long sword in his hand, Ling Chen's body was constantly changing! The blood energy around his body gradually spread.
This is a book on the 'Bloodline Ultimate Refining' method that has been practiced for decades in the previous life. It is a good thing that the powerful king 'Senior Lu' has collected for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, this set of auxiliary and ultimate techniques is not suitable.
The main technique practiced by Senior Lu.
Otherwise, Senior Lu would really be reluctant to hand over to Ling Chen the method of ultimate blood refining that even the powerful king could not fathom.
The technique had been destroyed long ago, and Ling Chen firmly remembered this familiar text in his mind.
After practicing this familiar blood-killing energy again, Ling Chen's brain became clearer.
The sweat beads all over my head kept falling to the ground. I don’t know how many sweat beads containing thick body temperature fell to make the thick snow in front of me completely melt and turn into the purest water.
, flowing deep into the soil——
"drink"
Ling Chen formed a seal with his hands, squatted half-crouched, and a strange demonic energy slowly took shape.
The demonic figure with a seven-part body shape stood motionless five meters away from Ling Chen.
Ling Chen wiped the sweat off his head, turned around and picked up the robe on the bench and put it on casually.
These white robes were made by A Kun for Ling Chen. There are three sets in total! Although this is what the janitor should do, Ling Chen is still grateful to A Kun from the bottom of his heart.
After all, he had personally experienced the hard work of going to the Servant's Courtyard. Ling Chen naturally knew that the Servant's Courtyard and the outer sect were at odds with each other. I was afraid that if A Kun did this, he would definitely attract public anger.
Ling Chen, who shook his head, stopped his reverie and came to the demonic figure.
Touching his lips, Ling Chen pondered silently!
Each time your cultivation level increases, the longer the shadow can last, and its body shape becomes more flexible. If you cooperate with your own set of blood-killing skills, you can catch the enemy by surprise.
Lightly patting away the demonic shadow, Ling Chen turned around and walked towards the attic——
At this moment, the sky——
Suddenly, a thunderstorm came. It was just early in the morning? Is it going to rain?
The sky at this moment seemed like there were a thousand monks roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets singing in the clouds. It was raining all over the world, and the attic above the head held up a huge umbrella for Ling Chen in the snowy world. Where he stood.
It became a good place to watch the rain, and someone made a breakthrough!
Deep in the inner gate of Taiyi, a ray of spiritual energy soared into the sky, scattering the clouds in this area and shining out the brightest light.
…
The wind stopped and went away suddenly - I don't know when, the rain quietly stopped. There was silence in Xieyun Peak, and a flock of returning birds flew over Yunling.
Ling Chen stood silently on the second floor, looking at the inner gate deep in the Taiyi Mountains——
Undoubtedly, another powerful monk has broken through from the inner gate, and even the anomalies in the world are so strange.
Feeling the chaotic aura of this world, Ling Chen shook his head!
Time is like a song, and when the song ends - time passes easily.
Three months have passed since the last competition with Xiao Nuan. Ling Chen recuperated for half a month, and the remaining two months were spent on training, constantly refining the blood in his body, and constantly repeating the incarnation of demonic energy from the outside world.
, Ling Chen’s current cultivation level can reach the peak of the Seventh Heavenly Heaven.
In the deep pupils, Ling Chen's firm belief supports the limit of bloodline every day. Every improvement in strength means that the moment of revenge is getting closer. What he needs is to temporarily forget all hatred and improve himself.
If you don't have the strength, you can't fight against the huge enemy.
Just when Ling Chen was looking at the space between heaven and earth——
In the vast white snow, a pair of doubtful beautiful eyes were hidden under the big white tree, carefully looking at the figure in the attic in the distance.
"Click"
The strong sword energy cut through the white snow, revealing the dark tree roots inside. Faced with the sudden fierce energy training, Qingyan dodged and struck out with the small green sword in his left hand!
Respond to this hateful attacker with a strong stance...
Ling Chen looked at the disappearing vision in the sky, turned around and stepped into the hut, unaware of the fight in the distance, hidden in the white snow.
“What an incompetent master”
Ling Chen scraped up the spirit gathering liquid on the wooden table and secretly thought that Leng Tianyan was irresponsible.
The day after he woke up, Ling Tianyan, in addition to giving him the spirit-gathering liquid that he had cultivated for a long time, announced that 'he' was going to close the barrier of life and death. The unique formation isolated all communication talismans. He would never break through that layer.
Exit.
Ling Chen felt that this was the master's excuse, but he himself was not very qualified!
The master didn't blame himself for his poor cultivation, he just went to the ring to compete and helped himself heal his injuries. What more could he ask for.
After coming back to his senses, Ling Chen figured it out and stopped blaming Leng Tianyan.
Now he only has one strongest belief, to get stronger! Get stronger! Keep getting stronger——
"Bang bang bang bang"
At this time, a sound of fighting from far and near reached Ling Chen's ears. He put down the spirit-gathering liquid on the table and walked out of the room. From a distance, he saw two beautiful figures, one white and one green, interlaced on the thick snowy ground.
The crisp sound of the swords clashing sounded so sweet to the ears.
"Well, Xiaonuan?"
Take a clear look at the beautiful green figure in the field——
Ling Chen's eyes shrank for a while, he held the handrail of the walkway in front of him with his left hand, and jumped down from the attic!
I stepped on the thick snow, leaving a long and deep footprint behind me.