The wind blowing the leaves in the back garden of Baifu and listening to the chirping of birds is so peaceful. ? ? ranwena`com
The wind blew the curtains gently and the lotus fragrance filled the courtyard. The green lotus leaves and pearls danced wildly. The fragrant couch was soft and comfortable. Bai Yu turned over and looked up at the white clouds in the sky as if he had something on his mind. He held half a piece of pastry in his small mouth and forgot to chew it.
With a grunt, he swallowed the pastry.
"In these troubled times, the storm is about to come, and the wind is everywhere, but I still like to seek death..."
He lazily reached out to the small table to get some snacks. The gauze slipped off, revealing half of his snow-white lotus root-like jade arms. He held the pastries with his thin fingers and lazily put them into his small mouth to savor the taste slowly, without feeling sleepy.
After a long while, stretch out and stretch your legs.
The smooth and delicate ankles were looming under the skirt, and when she yawned, she didn't feel anxious or angry at all about the world's catastrophe.
The Beidi Dragon Temple was almost completely destroyed and there was not much left. It didn’t matter. I just had to keep the temple in Longze County with some help. I could demolish it if I wanted. It would be cleaner if it was less involved. I didn’t think about why the people in the court did this. There was no need to know. .
Bai Yu knew that it was difficult to guess the thoughts of those people. If he were alone, he could still guess. But there were countless civil and military officials, eunuchs, and concubines in the harem. When there were too many people, it would be chaotic. It would be very difficult to make various decisions for various reasons. It's hard to guess. Bai is not the kind of person who can pinch things and calculate things like Old Man Yuan.
The world is like this, generations are born, old and die, who cares what happened hundreds of years ago.
The hustle and bustle in the world is all for profit.
They probably thought that the incense and fire cultivator of Bai Jiao wanted to take the opportunity to suppress the threat. Maybe they forced Bai Jiao to obey him and squeeze him into a round shape. Maybe he was still arrogantly waiting for the Demon Emperor to come and ask for mercy.
At this time, a certain dragon was hiding in the earth's protective lair and sleeping, but he didn't know that something had happened to the ice field...
Northern ice fields.
The wind was blowing fiercely and the snow was white. I couldn't see more than three feet away. A figure wearing a white cotton coat was almost crawling on the snow. The traces of walking were quickly covered by the wind and snow, leaving no scent or footprints. I licked the ice and snow when I was thirsty, and ate cold food when I was hungry. , there is no wind and no snow, lying down in the snow cave, only the wind and snow can rush on, through the dragnet to the ice field.
There were only a few people when I set out, but now I am alone and persisting just for the chance of ascending to immortality.
Only when you see ice and snow creatures will you know that you are only one step away from success.
He tightened his clothes, took out some paste-like medicinal mud and smeared it on his body, took a few pills, rolled around in the snow and covered himself with ice and snow, took out an old compass and compared it, and continued moving forward. climb……
The silver-haired man looked determined.
Unable to fly, unable to have any fluctuations in spiritual power, one can only rely on cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold, eat snow water and eat frozen cakes. At certain times, people want to be able to persevere and have a strong will.
I recall that I was just a stone's throw away from the legendary dragon skeleton, but I didn't have the opportunity to do so.
I still remember that when I returned to the Central Plains, Huang Zhao, the Golden-winged Dapeng, said frankly after drinking that he seemed to be disheartened after what happened.
The restaurant smells of wine.
Huang Zhao sat in front of the lattice window and looked out at the ringing of the ancient temple bells.
"There are times in your life that you must have, but there are no times in your life. Don't force it. You... take care of yourself."
"Thank you, Brother Huang..."
At that time, the wind was warm, the wine was fragrant, and the food was delicious. But now, the limbs are stiff in the ice and snow. The sword light of the Chunyang Palace monks keeps passing by nearby. The Western monks are shining with golden light. The silver-haired man feels that they want to take away the dragon bones but cannot say it clearly. Haha, say it. It’s all nonsense to say that the North Sea ice sheet cannot be tampered with and there will be a catastrophe in the world.
Oddly enough, the ice and snow monsters seemed to be unable to see the aliens sneaking in among them.
The silver-haired man tried his best to avoid the terrifying monster, crawling around and around. Regardless of the several snowball monsters jumping behind him, he dared to stand up and approach a place he had not seen for many years.
The countless ice and snow creatures concealed their aura, and the experts from the two religions only intercepted them from the outside and did not get close.
There is no distinction between day and night in the Northern Icefields.
Maybe it was three days, maybe it was six days, and the wind and snow were so confusing that I couldn't see anything.
The silver-haired man felt the scattered zombie remains buried under the snow.
The ancient compass began to shake, and the distance got closer and closer. Suddenly, the sound of fighting and the roar of ice and snow monsters came from behind. The masters of the two religions may have discovered the traces and had to force their way in.
It's a pity it's too late.
When his face was covered with frost and his body was stiff, he knew he had done it when he walked into a white and quiet world. A moment later, through the white fog, what appeared in front of him was the silent ice lake.
The ice lake is extremely quiet, there is no wind or snow, there is no sound, it is so quiet that you can hear your breathing and heartbeat.
Maybe... because it is the resting place of the dragon.
Spells cannot be used here, so the silver-haired man was not worried. He walked step by step on the dead ice lake and took out several bamboo tubes and a strange device from his backpack. No matter how difficult the road was, the package was not lost.
It feels so lonely walking in a dead world...
There is also an exquisite mechanical crossbow in the backpack with a snake-shaped mark on it. It is the standard equipment of the snake demon soldier bought on the black market for ten taels of gold. It is foldable and equipped with ten three-edged crossbow arrows.
"I'm not afraid of anyone when I get here."
Talking to himself, he stepped on the iron ring and pulled the bow string hard, put the crossbow arrow in, held his head high in his arms and continued to move forward.
Standing straight for the first time in months.
With the white mist billowing behind them, two Pure Yang cultivators walked in and saw the figure walking towards the center of the ice lake. They pinched the sword technique and suddenly found that nothing happened, and the spell could not be used...
"stop!"
The silver-haired man was not nervous when he heard the roar. He turned around and raised the mechanical crossbow with a sneer.
Pull the trigger, and the crossbow arrow flies off the string.
puff!
"Well……!"
The crossbow arrow hit one of the Chunyang monks in the shoulder, and he fell backwards with blood spattering. His defense was reduced when all his mana was suppressed, especially the crossbow arrow that had been specially modified to be extremely sharp.
Without saying a word, the other man grabbed his companion and dragged him into the thick fog to disappear. The silver-haired man shrugged.
Draw the string again and nock the arrow.
He put the mechanical crossbow on his shoulder and continued walking forward.
All spells and flying swords are useless here, and it is the same for the gods or the Mahayana. At first, the white dragon and the golden-winged roc fought in the form of beasts. Wow, it was the first time in my life that I saw real ferocious beasts fighting. It was so exciting. , the beauty of the dragon girl is unparalleled in the world. When I become a god, I will definitely bring the dragon girl into my house.
Three more Western disciples came out from behind. The silver-haired man sneered, turned around and shot one of them down with an arrow.
Haha, a powerful person without magic cultivation is just stronger than ordinary people. Look, just a mechanical crossbow produced in the snake demon territory can knock him down. The silver-haired man is very relieved. The monks can carry magic weapons or poisons, but Du will not carry this kind of long-range crossbow.
"Running so fast."
For a moment, I felt uninterested. This is what powerful monks are like. Maybe it will be better after becoming an immortal.
Pick up the crossbow and continue moving forward.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of heavy objects walking behind him. The voice was very familiar. He had been with that voice here for a long time, and had become good friends through life and death, but it was difficult to meet him.
I slowly turned around and saw a huge golden roc behind me...
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