If it were an ordinary evil spirit, Shen Lian would be able to destroy it with his unstoppable sword intent together with his thoughts. However, the evil god who caused harm to him this time is probably a rare and powerful figure in the entire universe. With that trace of evil power The essence far exceeded Shen Lian's expectations. He tried to visualize the innate gods of "Shangqing Lingbao Naturally Locking the Heart and Concentrating the True Solution" to deal with evil forces, but he was actually sensed by it, disrupting his state of mind in advance, causing his pure spiritual platform to ripple like water. Ripples, innate gods cannot be visualized.
At the same time, Shen Lian also understood that this evil power had its own spirituality. This alone was extremely shocking. Except for demon spirits and human beings in the world, spirituality is difficult to appear in other things. If a good magic weapon has spirituality, it will be like a carp that has never crossed the dragon gate. As long as it crosses the dragon gate, it is possible to enter the world. The level is a magic weapon, so you can practice independently.
Even a trace of mana can breed spirituality. This is simply the realm of the legendary 'law has a spiritual spirit'. Once it reaches this stage, it is almost impossible to perish.
No matter how majestic and vast the opponent is, Shen Lian still has to get rid of this evil force now. Moreover, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. At least this hardship allows him to wake up to himself. If he goes to Zhongshan with pride and complacency, even if he is brave Even so, the possibility of survival is still slim.
Chao Xiaoyu had already returned to the main altar of Jimo Peak Luo Jiao and eliminated the subordinates with disloyal intentions. Taking advantage of the heavy damage to Luo Jiao this time, she reorganized the Luo Jiao and made the system more strict. Anyone who did not do their best would be punished. According to the punishment of the canon, everyone who can do things will be rewarded and promoted.
The power of the entire Luo Jiao was not as strong as before, but Chao Xiaoyu's control over the Luo Jiao had finally reached its peak. Three hundred and sixty sub-altars were set up in various important places throughout Yuan Continent, counting the number of days in the week, and each altar leader They all have their own unique abilities, and even if they encounter a character at the elixir-returning monk level, they all have ways to deal with them.
At the same time, with the dignity of the gods, Chao Xiaoyu consecrated four subordinate gods to control Luo Jiao for her. They are known as the four divine envoys of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, all of whom have unexpected powers of ghosts and gods.
In a short period of time, Chao Xiaoyu has completed feats one after another. Looking at the entire cultivation world, it is difficult for anyone to surpass Chao Xiaoyu's execution ability. However, she is not very happy. She stands on a weathered giant rock and looks like the melting moonlight. A layer of gauze covers her graceful figure, which is enough to turn the appearance of all living beings upside down. She is slightly twisted and a little cold.
Until now, she has not found Fairy Tianmeng's whereabouts. At the same time, after the huge organization suddenly appeared, there was no trace. Even the Zen masters of the eight Buddhist sects gathered together and jointly decided to send out Daosheng, Sengzhao, and Daorong. , Sengrui, the 'Four Sages of Salmonella', visited the world, but could not find even a trace of that organization.
Chao Xiaoyu deeply suspected that the leader of the terrorist organization was Yanxu, but he could not confirm it. Even Fairy Tianmeng was also in that organization. She picked up a piece of cloth in her hand again, which was passed back by the wind messenger among the four gods of wind, rain, thunder and lightning. There were only three words written on it, "July and a half".
July and a half is obviously a date. Moreover, this year's July and a half has already passed, and there are less than ten months before the next July and a half. What does that day mean? If you calculate it carefully, that day is probably the worst for Shen Lian. We should have arrived at Zhongshan.
Chao Xiaoyu sighed softly, hoping that he could come back alive, otherwise it would be difficult for her to hold on in the increasingly difficult world, let alone establish an immortal religion.
After the death of the leader of the Jinji Kingdom, all the citizens, including most of the officials and the rich, reveled, because the Jinji Kingdom's use of force to squeeze the people was unpopular.
However, a country cannot be left without a master for a day. Most people want to elect Shen Lian as their leader and accept their support. However, when they go to find Shen Lian, this mysterious Taoist priest from the East has disappeared.
A Taoist priest in green clothes and a girl carrying a sword appeared in the vast wasteland, leaving only one person's footprints in the solid black soil. The footprints are not those of a girl carrying a sword, but of a Taoist priest in blue with empty sleeves.
This is a layer of frozen soil that has lasted hundreds of thousands of years. Even the flying swords of the monks can hardly leave traces on it. However, with every step taken by the Taoist priest in green, a full three-inch mark appears.
The distance between the footprints is one foot, never more, never less.
Fang Yanying followed her uncle, the look of worry in her eyes could not be wiped away, because her uncle was now experiencing pain that she could not imagine, but she was suppressed by him, but some clues would still be revealed, and It’s that step-by-step footprint.
Unless he had the power to vent, even the thinnest snow would never be able to leave any trace of his uncle.
One hand of Shen Lian is as white as jade, and the other hand is wrapped in white cloth. He didn't speak when crossing the mountain, and he didn't speak when crossing the cracks in the earth. Shen Lian didn't say a word for ten days, and just kept walking mechanically.
Fang Yanying was even a little grateful for the footprints left by her master, because sometimes she would be in a trance and find that her master had no breath and seemed to have a dead air.
Until a certain moment, Fang Yanying passed the figure of his uncle, his eyes were all white.
Because it seems that all the wind and snow in the world have reached the mountain in front, and there is no other scenery except the white snow.
Shen Lian finally stopped, stretched out comfortably, and said with a slight yawn: "We're finally here."
This sudden stretch of the waist was like a river covered by ice suddenly melting. Even though it was still very cold, everyone knew that spring was coming, and nothing could stop the arrival of spring.
One of Shen Lian's hands was still wrapped in white cloth, airtight, but the dead silence of that period of time was swept away from his whole body, and he felt particularly fresh and natural.
Green buds sprouted from the frozen soil under his feet. In the blink of an eye, they grew to half a foot tall, with small golden flowers blooming. He walked leisurely towards the Snowy Mountains. Wherever he went, where did he go? There are wild grasses and flowers blooming, and the golden flowers are spread on the frozen soil, like a road paved with gold.
There is a story in Buddhism. When the Buddha descended from the Nine Heavens to the mortal world, the Emperor Shaktian used the Vajra Dharma to transform golden stairs for the Buddha to step on and descend to the human world to promote the vast majesty of the Buddha.
Of course, Shen Lian did not have Emperor Shitian as his companion, but the golden flowers under his feet were also dyed with the Vajra Dharma. Although it was not as profound and mysterious as Emperor Shitian's Dharma, it still had the meaning of Vajra.
Wind and snow cannot stain it, and frozen soil cannot block it.
The small golden flowers bloomed happily, and finally spread up the mountain following Shen Lian's footsteps.
This opens up a golden winding path that leads directly to the depths of the Snowy Mountains.