When the Snow Emperor saw this scene, he couldn't help but thought: "The four-leaf sword grass and the red-feathered sparrow are the illusions of the artistic conception of spring and summer respectively. Who is this old man?"
Snow Emperor glanced around and saw that the farmers around him had stopped what they were doing and returned to their houses. Together with their wives and children, they looked at the confrontation between the old man and Snow Emperor.
"The village chief hasn't done anything for many years. It seems that he is really old. He can't even hold back a girl's movie. This is because he is weak. I need to find you, the doctor, to replenish his health."
A dark-skinned blacksmith walked out of his shop. There were also freshly made, red and unquenched farm tools in the blacksmith shop.
"Don't you know how petty the village chief is? Arrange him like this. After the girl leaves, the old man will be the first to trouble you."
A tall and thin man next to him smiled and said that he was dressed differently from the villagers in linen and had a bookish air about him, so the villagers called him Langzhong.
"Hey, the village elder, I'm not afraid of him. My artistic conception of summer is almost complete."
After saying that, the blacksmith patted the doctor on the shoulder and said: "Your artistic conception of spring must be completed, why don't you wait for the old man to burp and compete for the position of village chief?"
The doctor shrugged and said: "The requirement to be a village chief is that you must understand all four artistic conceptions, and we are still far away.
The old man has been the village chief for who knows how many years, and is much stronger than you. I'm afraid you're going to burp, but he hasn't burped yet.
And have you forgotten how embarrassed you were taught by the old man when you first came here?"
When the blacksmith heard this, he could only smile and said: "It's just an old thing. My strength has greatly improved now, and I got all the farm tools for the old man's house for free. He doesn't dare to trouble me."
The tall and thin man also laughed. The blacksmith sounded loud, but in fact he was still very timid.
From these vague words, Snow Emperor discovered that this village seemed to be very unusual. Most of the residents there seemed to have understood the existence of one of the four artistic conceptions of spring, summer, and autumn, but only the old man in front of him was the strongest. He was from Lingxi Village.
The village chief.
And these residents seemed to be people like her who came for the ancestral tree of reincarnation but were defeated by the old man.
The shadow of the avenue in Lingxi Village may come from other worlds, or perhaps this Lingxi Village is a real existence in other worlds.
But it's still just a shadow.
The Snow Emperor's sword skills all came out, and the ice and snow sword energy swept across, stabbing all the chattering sparrows and turning them into balls of flames that exploded.
The sword energy produced by the four-leaf sword grass was also chopped away by the Snow Emperor one by one. The four-leaf sword grass was covered with frost and withered after a while.
"Just use whatever tricks you have left." Snow Emperor said while holding his sword.
The old man touched the sparse beard on his chin and said: "It's hard for an outsider to come here. It seems that I am going to have to break my muscles and bones again today."
Although he said this, there was no trace of sadness on the old man's face. He waved his hand, and bright red maple leaves fell from nowhere in the valley.
The maple leaves rotated slowly in the air, seemingly slowly, and instantly surrounded the Snow Emperor.
The Snow Emperor looked solemn, and the bleak autumn mood put great pressure on her.
The long sword in his hand lit up, and the wind and snow swept away in all directions with the Snow Emperor as the center.
The Three Wonders of the Snow Emperor, the Emperor's Cold Sky - Snow Dance Shining in the Sun.
The snow dances in the sunny field, with the blessing of the artistic conception of winter, bringing about the vision of winter coming.
Snow began to fall throughout the valley, and snowflakes fell on the fields and houses, driving away the bleakness of the autumn mood.
The rotating maple leaves were torn into pieces by the wind and snow, and the collision between the two cut open black cracks in the void, causing the villagers to scream in surprise.
The old man was also surprised and said: "How do you turn artistic conception into a realm?"
In the old man's perception, the Snow Emperor's artistic conception of winter has only just been completed. In order to spread the artistic conception into realms, it must at least be understood to perfection.
However, the Snow Emperor itself has domain skills, and it only needs to be combined with the artistic conception of winter.
The Snow Emperor also saw that the old man only had a purely spiritual conception of cultivation and did not have many soul skills like himself. Otherwise, the old man with four kinds of artistic conceptions would have defeated him long ago.
So the Snow Emperor smiled and said, "It seems that you can't stop me anymore. I'll take away the Ancestral Tree of Reincarnation."
The old man remained silent. Only after seeing the Snow Emperor's domain did he really take action.
The old man stepped out, and a long sickle appeared in his hand.
The sickle is a kind of agricultural tool, but in the old man's hands, it exudes an inexplicable murderous aura.
"Unfortunately, what I understand the most is the artistic conception of winter. The little girl should just go back and forth from where she came. It would be bad if she gets hurt."
Snow Emperor glanced at the old man in surprise. He did not expect that an ordinary old man would have such a murderous spirit, just like a general on the battlefield.
But she doesn't give up so easily.
Without saying anything, the Snow Emperor waved a sword light and slashed towards the old man.
The ancient scythe in the old man's hand suddenly enlarged, the sharp blade was covered with frost, and the killing intent was endless. The powerful winter mood was self-evident.
Not only that, the three artistic conceptions of spring, summer, autumn and winter flow alternately. Although they have not merged with each other and become the artistic conception of reincarnation, they are still powerful.
The old man's move was four times stronger than any previous moves.
The strong wind swept across, and all the wind and snow disappeared completely. The Snow Emperor stood on the ridge of the field, and the long sword in his hand was broken.
This was not something she dispersed on her own initiative, but was chopped into pieces by the old man.
All the visions disappeared, and then the Snow Emperor saw that the old man still held the handful of seedlings in his hand, turned around and bent down to plant them in the field.
Snow Emperor turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the valley. As Yun Cang said, a single artistic conception cannot pass the assessment in this valley.
Since I lost, I had no choice but to go back.
As the Snow Emperor walked, he recalled the old man's sword strike.
Although he has been blessed with four artistic conceptions, as the old man said, the most powerful one he cultivates is the artistic conception of winter, and the three artistic conceptions of spring, summer, and autumn are only supporting roles.
Perhaps it is also because the four major artistic conceptions do not match each other in strength and weakness that they have never been able to integrate.
From that perfect artistic conception of snow, Snow Emperor benefited a lot.
Returning to the entrance of the valley, Snow Emperor looked at Yun Cang and said apologetically: "We still lost."
Yun Cang smiled: "It's nothing. The old man's winter artistic conception is indeed very strong and has been completed. You seem to be unable to use your divine power in it, so you won't lose unfairly."
The Snow Emperor smiled: "But I have seen the perfect winter artistic conception. The winter artistic conception I have just completed is about to be completed."
Yun Cang couldn't help but clicked his tongue when he heard the words. As soon as the Snow Emperor understood the artistic conception of winter, he directly crossed the entry level and reached the Xiaocheng level, and now he is about to break through to the Dacheng level.
I'm afraid that if I give the Snow Emperor a little more time, he will become the Will of Winter, right?