Little Loach did not see Wei Linggong in the end. To be precise, after experiencing some intimidation, he gave up all thoughts of giving up.
But at least he strolled around the gate of the Prison Department and came out with his beard and tail intact, which can be considered a blessing among misfortunes.
The little loach ran back to the Tiju Department dejectedly.
What else can we do? We can only bite the bullet.
For the past few days, Qiu Ping has been depressed every day, only chewing spiritual stones, spiritual minerals, and spiritual pills to relieve his sorrow.
Within a few days, the whole fish became a little bloated.
This is all worrying.
"I don't want to be robbed... I don't want to die..." On this day, the little loach stuffed a lot of spiritual minerals into his stomach in his palace. He only ate in a daze and talked unconsciously in his sleep.
While he was half asleep, the golden thread on his back finished the last step with difficulty.
The surrounding void rippled slightly, and then his body disappeared into the main hall of Fallen Dragon Pass.
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In the north of the Central Plains, there are vast grasslands, deserts, snow-capped mountains and virgin forests.
For the people of the Central Dynasty, this place is very far away, so far away that only a simple symbol, a vague name and some not-so-good rumors remain.
Since ancient times, groups of nomads have lived here. They live in a primitive state, living by water and grass, and grazing herds of livestock. They are simple and honest.
But once the weather worsens and a large number of livestock are frozen to death, they will transform into jackals on the grassland and rush through the passes of the Central Plains under the leadership of the Wolf King in groups, plundering everything they can take away. .
Food, ironware, women...
Since a few years ago, the environment in the North has been deteriorating. The too cold winter has made their lives difficult. Countless tribes among them have begun to annex or unite early, sharpening their knives and preparing just like their fathers and mothers. Like our ancestors, we entered the Central Plains.
But what they didn't expect was that before they could take action, the Central Plains Dynasty's army crossed the pass and swept all the way to the north.
In the face of these well-equipped and well-trained professional armies, these temporarily formed nomadic cavalry appeared extremely weak.
The army of the Central Plains Dynasty swept all the way, expanded thousands of miles, and was invincible. It was not until they reached the foot of the snow-capped mountains that they could barely stop.
Going such a long distance behind enemy lines is a very serious test for logistical supplies. Now most of the teams have begun to evacuate backwards, and only a small number of elites have one man and three horses, relying on plunder to move towards the farther reaches of the land.
"General, drink water!"
Among the ravines under the snow-capped mountains, a soldier wearing leather armor and a thick sheepskin jacket was holding a helmet filled with hot snow water.
Not far away from him, a young general reached out to take the helmet and drank a few gulps into his belly. He felt a warmth surge around his body and then let out a long breath.
"I heard that there is the Sixth Flame Light of the heretics hidden in the snowy mountains, and these days coincide with the reincarnation of their masters and their souls returning to their wombs. We just happen to go up the mountain to kill the heretics. Drink ghee to your heart’s content.”
The young general had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Although his facial features were not that delicate and his skin was a little rough, his whole body exuded a sharp aura, like a long sword unsheathed.
Behind him, there were more than two hundred cavalrymen. The aura on their bodies was the same as his. When they heard what the general said, they couldn't help but lick their lips.
The sixth flame-opening land is one of the ten holy places in the North.
Killing one is a great achievement. Not only will the dynasty reward you, but the law of heaven will also favor you.
Isn't this what these military men want?
Normally, people like them would not dare to attack a holy place, but since it is the reincarnation of their master, this is the weakest time, and it is time for them to make contributions.
Everyone quickly drank hot water and ate some dried meat. After feeling their energy restored, they immediately abandoned the extra horses and baggage, and headed towards the mountainside with light equipment.
They move forward with the belief that they will win and die. If they win, not only will their losses be made up, but they will also gain hundreds of times.
If you lose, then everything is over.
In the vast white snow-capped mountains, more than two hundred people were walking like a few insignificant ants.
Inside the snow-capped mountains, all practitioners are patiently waiting for the reincarnation of their master.
"boom!"
Raging flames spurted out from all around, spreading everywhere like fluid. The air is filled with the aroma of butter, and combined with the warm flames, it gives people a sense of warmth and satisfaction.
It is an endless space.
In the center, a skinny old monk meditates with his eyes closed.
Although his body has long been like a skeleton, his figure is very majestic, nearly a hundred feet tall.
He was wearing a layer of yellow monk robes and a Vairocana hat on his head. He was groping for the sutra pillars in his skinny palms. Although he didn't make any sound, there seemed to be someone in the void reciting the sutras, and the sutras were reverberating throughout the world. .
The raging flames flowed around him, and in the permeating flames, various figures sat cross-legged, chanting sutras softly together.
At first glance, there were about a thousand people.
"Looking through the boundless Buddha lands, from the Tusita world to the annihilation of the dharma, there are boundless magical powers... Everyone, please protect the Dharma for me." The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and within his dry eyelids, , is a dark eye socket, but it is burning with two fires like the sun.
And a hundred feet below him, there was a mass of golden-red flesh and blood that was slowly expanding, shaped like a spherical fetal membrane, and could be vaguely seen inside, showing a human-shaped state.
The voices of all the figures were chanting louder, and countless sutras and incantations were flying in the void and falling into flesh and blood.
The flames on the old monk's body burned fiercely, causing a layer of oil to slowly flow down from his skin. His originally withered and yellow skin became closer to the color of gold under the burning of the flames. With a hint of strange holiness.
And in the spherical fetal membrane under his body, "dong dong" sounds continued to be heard.
It's like a heart beating violently, with strong vitality brewing inside.
After a moment, the fire on the old monk's body burned out, leaving only a smooth relic, which fell from the void and went towards the fetal membrane.
"Congratulations to the reincarnation of my master."
All the figures have a look of joy on their faces. During the practice in the Snowy Mountains, every time they are reincarnated, their Taoism will make great progress.
The master of their sixth flame-opening phase is now in his tenth reincarnation.
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