At midnight, there was heavy snow and cold wind.
The mountains are so blurry in the darkness of night that one can only vaguely trace their outlines. The tall and crouching trees like ink paintings stand upside down on the horizon, like small mounds overgrown with weeds on the mountains. The clear color of the mountains is full of ghosts. Blue light, dotted with stars, shaped like a chess game, varying in distance and distance.
The snow was getting thick at night, and the owl made a hoarse "wow" sound and fluttered its feathers.
"Ahhhh..." The sound of wind filled the man's hoarse and hoarse voice. There was a sense of pain in his breathing, but the pleasure penetrated his body and mind, dominating his nerves and everything about him.
There was a faint scent in the void, the man's pupils were crinkled, his eyes were filled with light, and his whole body was glowing with a strong light. Under the moonlight, it only looked weird, and the moonlight was even more pale.
The person lying on the snow was huddled tightly, blood trickling out from the corner of his mouth and dripping all over the ground. His limbs were stiff and unable to move, his eyes were bulging, and he could only stare blankly at the sky, waiting for the decision of black and white. .
As he opened his mouth slightly to take a breath, a stream of light leaked out, and blood spurted out along the broken neck. The world was instantly stained with blood, and the smell of blood filled the entire mountain.
Suspended in mid-air, the man's side was shattered by yellow light, and the man lying on the ground slowly disappeared into the world as the shattered light turned into powder.
The mountain was sealed by heavy snow, but it was still long and bloody, leaving only a place.
The colored light of the Buddhist beads on the man's wrist flickered, then gradually dimmed.
The night is drifting, the owl is silent, and ghosts are haunting.
The ghost spirit is deep and the resentful spirit is vast.
The sky and the earth are empty and everything is at peace.
I don’t know how long it took, but the snow on the top of the mountain became thicker and thicker.
A line of footprints appeared on the snow, the sound of clothing rustling grew closer and closer, and the sound of breathing became closer and closer.
An ethereal voice sounded, cold and mixed with hostility: "Young Master Jinghong really makes me look up to him with admiration. During the day, he prays for sentient beings in the Pudu Temple, and at night, he is the executioner in the mass grave. I don't know if the Buddha's head in front of the Changsheng Hall can withstand it. Is Mr. Jinghong so pious?"
A ray of light struck in the direction of Master Yun Chu and the others, silently and fiercely.
Their movements were light and they each spun around. They took very small steps but were already several meters away, avoiding the magical light.
The force was silent but powerful, and it fell on the tree. A huge hole was immediately split in the belly of the tree. Green smoke came out, and the snow fell rapidly with a loud clatter.
Snow piled all over the ground, covering the huge hole, as if covering all crimes.
"It's such a pity," Xu Jinghong's eyes wandered, and he stopped mid-air, seeming to mutter to himself or whispering to someone else: "It's only one step away."
"You guys must be a step too slow, that puppet is dead." Xu Jinghong and Zi Sangning looked at each other, both of them showing sarcasm: "There are actually heavenly masters who stand on the side of monsters in this world, it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous .”
Master Yun Chu retorted: "Isn't it even more ridiculous to be an ungrateful person who repays kindness with hatred? Master Jinghong?"
Xu Jinghong's expression moved slightly, and his eyes glanced at her, but his eyes were higher than his head: "But if Xu didn't kneel down and beg them for help, how could he repay kindness with evil? I should have been a dead person, but they made me a slave. The disgust in this world. Isn’t all this their fault? I still go to the Hall of Eternal Life to chant sutras and light lamps for them, am I not repaying evil with kindness?"
"Look, these are the tombstones I erected for them." Xu Jinghong casually pointed to the tombs piled up on the ground, which deeply hurt Master Yun Chu.
"Hahaha, what a joke." Master Yun Chu took a step forward, with ice in his eyes: "Why didn't you express your will to die and jump into the river after you were rescued? But now you are doing such a shameful thing, but you are so high-sounding , it’s really disappointing.”
"That's right, a white-eyed wolf in sheep's clothing, how can others compare to it." Master Yun Chu said sarcastically, "Tonight it snows three feet of soil, giving you some sleep."
Xu Jinghong laughed wildly: "Three feet of soil? Hahaha, how can three feet of soil be enough? Miss Yun, three feet of soil can't bury me."
Master Yun Chu took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Xu Jinghong, full of hatred: "How will you know if you don't try? I see that Mr. Jinghong is more suitable for death without a complete body."
Xu Jinghong slightly rubbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and said in a cold tone: "Miss Yun, you are so sharp-tongued. Xu is willing to be the weakest. If I don't kill you, I'm already very polite to you."
Master Yun Chu sneered: "You don't need to show mercy to Mr. Jinghong, I can't bear it."
A circle of light surrounded his hand, and it immediately turned into a sharp sword. It made a crisp cry and slashed at them at high speed, carrying a powerful killing power.
Movements and consciousness were synchronized, and demon magic surrounded Master Yun Chu's body to form a barrier. Zi Sangning gave her a boost with magic power from behind.
Master Yun Chu combined their strength to block the falling sword. She used some skill and the sharp sword bounced back, killing Xu Jinghong.
The sword came fiercely and quickly, Xu Jinghong dodged, but was slightly injured.
All the forces in his body seemed to be out of balance, and they were constantly scurrying around his body. He exerted some strength before suppressing it.
Master Yun Chu stopped his hand and said, "Xu Jinghong, you secretly learned the forbidden technique. As a mortal, you can't bear the backlash."
Xu Jinghong stood firm: "No one can stop me."
The Buddhist beads on his wrist flew up into the sky, and continued to magnify under the moonlight. The golden light circled the two people on the snow, and the wisp of air floated out from under the Buddhist beads.
"Ten years of flesh and blood feeding are not in vain."
A voice sounded, as if coming from the sky, speaking childishly and softly, just like an oriole, but also discordant.
"The demons and gods confuse you, please wait."
"It's that air mass again, be careful."
The two looked at each other and nodded.
The scene in front of him changed. The sky was bright and the sun was shining so brightly that it stung people so hard that they couldn't open their eyelids. However, it felt like falling into an ice cellar, making the hair stand on end and sending chills down the spine.
The snow-capped mountains are vast, the river is quiet, there is a person on the ground, the water reflects two shadows, the yellow-skinned grassland is half green and half withered, dividing everything.
Master Yun Chu quickly glanced around, looking for someone: "Zi Sangning, Zi Sangning?"
There was no one around, except for the sound in the air.
She walked up the river. The sun was getting stronger and the east wind was biting.
A small black dot appeared on the tip of the snow-capped mountain. As it got closer to the ground, it became clear that it was a pair of figures.
Master Yun Chu stopped and followed the two of them with his eyes.
The two of them walked forward slowly, holding each other's hands, talking and laughing, with smiles spreading on their kind faces.
She froze in place.
Uncle Yuan, Aunt Yuan!
The east wind blew the sweat scarves tied around their waists, pushing them straight through Master Yun Chu's body and moving forward.
Behind him was the sound of feet stepping on the grass, which seemed to be getting farther and farther away.
Master Yun Chu turned around hurriedly, and the person behind him was gone, leaving only beams of spiritual light in his peripheral vision.
The two men floating in the air fiercely beat Master Yun Chu on the ground, their attacks were heart-stopping, and their moves were fatal.
Insinuations, Master Yun Chu can only defend but cannot attack.
The woman's shirt and skirt moved with the wind, she tapped her toes, and the river water exploded into a wall of water. It suddenly rose and fell, creating ripples that lasted for a long time.
Seizing the right opportunity, Master Yun Chu formed seals with his hands, and all the snow on the mountain turned into sharp weapons in his hands, like soaring clouds and riding mist, attacking people in the air with fierce and neat attacks.
The three of them were fighting, regardless of turn, and the sky was dark.
The streams of light collided, snowflakes fell to the ground, the ice and snow melted, soaking the grass, and beads of water hung on the weeds.
The air is filled with aroma, and when inhaled, it feels like live coals burning your throat, making it difficult to breathe.
The aroma seems to turn into medicinal powder, rushing to the eyes and blurring them.
Master Yun Chu had no choice but to cover his eyes with his sleeves, and his consciousness became a little blurry.
In a daze, there seemed to be a wooden hairpin swinging in front of his eyes, and then he was slapped on the shoulder with a hard palm. Blood immediately blocked his throat and surged into his nose.
The river water was cold, gradually flowing over her ears, and she slowly sank.
There were constant undercurrents under the river, and the current was so fast that I didn’t know where it was being carried.
The bright light was dazzling, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes. Master Yun Chu struggled to get up from the dangerous shoal. Water stains slipped into the nasal cavity along the tip of his nose. During his breathing, the blood stuck to his throat, and a mouthful of bad phlegm blocked his throat. Throat.
She coughed rapidly and exhaled the foul air.
The west wind was blowing. After the wet shirt and skirt that were originally stuck to the body were picked up from the water, the moisture seemed to evaporate instantly, and the water stains on the ends of the hair disappeared in a flash.
Master Yun Chu touched his dry sleeves and stared at the bottomless river water. He flicked his fingertips and ripples appeared on the water surface.
A stream of spiritual energy rises from around the body, making people feel warm and revitalizing their essence.
There was a flash of brightness in his eyes.
The wind howls and the weeds sway.
A hand with murderous intent suddenly grabbed his neck, and the sound of moist breathing penetrated his ear canal.
Everything was caught off guard.
His neck was strangled, and he couldn't breathe. There were veins on his face, and the color kept changing. He couldn't use any strength. He could only instinctively use both hands to pull and beat the hand, and desperately said two words to the person who came: "Zi Sang..."
Zi Sangning stared at her fiercely, and the hands around his neck slowly tightened, and the strength deepened, and Master Yun Chu was lifted up little by little.
With his body out of control, Master Yun Chu's eyes gradually became blurred, the strength in his hands became weaker and weaker, and everything he looked at had double images.
Instinctively, he accumulated the last bit of spiritual power in his feet and kicked Zi Sanning in the chest.
Zi Sangning blocked it with a palm, then let go of his hand, supporting Master Yun Chu's slumping body.
"It's really you. I thought it was the monster." Zi Sangning said happily, looking at Master Yun Chu's bruised skin, full of apologies: "Meng Lang, luckily he has restrained his strength."
Master Yun Chu touched his neck with one hand, and punched his chest with force: "Master Zisang, you are murdering in secret, crossing the river and destroying the bridge. I thought you were crazy."
Zi Sangning did not hide away, but supported her arm: "After entering this formation, the banshee turned into you and stayed with me. I was almost deceived."
"You deserve it. I don't have any demonic aura on me, don't you know?" Master Yun Chu glanced at him: "The banshee turned into my appearance, so she must be able to hide the demonic aura. This must be a deception, and I will not be able to do it." I met the illusory Uncle Yuan and the others."
"Your magic is not strong, are you injured?"
Master Yun Chu shook his head, pointed at the sparkling river water under the sun, and said, "I found that there are clues in this river, it seems to have a formation."
"I just came up from the river, and my shirt and skirt that should have been wet are completely dry. There must be something weird about it."
Zi Sangning nodded: "I chased the banshee. She fled here and disappeared, but the smell of the demon here is stronger than elsewhere."
Several talismans emerged from his fingertips and scattered in the middle of the river, surrounded by red light and disappearing.
Master Yun Chu asked: "The heart of the array?"
Zi Sangning nodded: "There are clues at the bottom of the river."
"Although it is living water, the river is a fake river and a formation."
"Celestial Master Zisang, why don't you go down and have a look first?" Master Yun Chu asked tentatively.
"Yeah." Zi Sangning agreed.
