There is a young man in this sword light. This person is handsome and handsome. He is wearing a dark black leather coat. Although he is a little different from the monks of other countries, he has a refreshing color.
The three disciples standing aside, the woman's eyes immediately brightened, and she whispered: "Big Brother is back!"
As for the second disciple who climbed up from more than ten feet away, his eyes flashed with gloominess, and he immediately changed into a state of joy.
From the memory of the alchemy monk, Wang Lin could see that the alchemy monk admired this big disciple quite a bit, and this person and the alchemy monk had some blood relationship more or less, and belonged to the same clan.
This big disciple can barely be regarded as a genius. It took less than a hundred years to reach the Great Perfection state of the foundation-building period, and he was only one step away from forming a pill.
However, according to the memory of the alchemy monk, the reason why this big disciple liked it was precisely because of his appearance. The alchemy monk planned to marry a female disciple of the late alchemy cultivator with this person, so that the two sides could achieve alliance.
Wang Lin just swept away this kind of thing, but didn't pay attention. At this moment, the sword light was approaching, and it fell in front of the ice and snow tower. Humiliating, I found the hiding place of the remnants of the four factions!"
Wang Lin's expression remained as usual, and his heart moved. The alchemy monk also had a description of the incident in his memory. This big disciple went out because recently, a mortal reacted and encountered a mysterious person who did not seem to be a Snow Territory.
So the monk who formed the alchemy sent out the big disciple to investigate the matter.
This kind of thing hasn't happened for the first time in the past few years. Generally speaking, those four factions' remnants, no matter how high their cultivation bases were back then, can suffer from five toil and seven wounds under this bizarre snow and ice erosion for several years.
That being said. But it cannot be taken lightly. Generally speaking, they report to the Ice and Snow Temple. The temple will naturally send someone to deal with it.
This kind of thing. The temple is extremely enthusiastic. Reported almost today. Tomorrow will come.
Wang Lin pondered a little. His eyes were calm, and he slowly said, "Lead the way!"
The big disciple was startled. Encountered this in the past. Master never takes risks personally. But it was inconvenient for him to ask more. So he nodded quickly. Get up and lead the way.
Second disciple and third disciple. The two looked at each other. After hesitating, he followed. After all, the master has already gone personally. If they don't go. There may be trouble in the future.
So he bit his head and followed behind Wang Lin.
A group of four people turned into four sword lights and flew towards the distance. After a short time, the eldest disciple stopped, pointed to an ice and snow mountain range in front, and said: "The disciple saw the person disappearing here through the flying snow and ice sculptures. , Presumably under this iceberg, there is a hiding spot for them."
Wang Lin's consciousness swept away, although his expression was as usual, his eyes were condensed.
"The three of you are waiting here!" After leaving a sentence, Wang Lin flew forward.
He noticed in his divine consciousness that under this iceberg, there was a forbidden formation, in which there were two divine consciousness fluctuations, one of which was just a period of pill formation, and the other was quite weird, sometimes forming pill formation. , From time to time, Yuan Ying, and even sometimes there are fluctuations in the transformation of the gods.
There is only one explanation for this phenomenon, and that is that this person is already on the verge of collapsing his spiritual consciousness, and is in a state of chaos.
Wang Lin fell on the iceberg, and in an instant, his whole body sank in, and then quickly pushed towards the restriction all the way.
Soon, he came to the forbidden place. As long as it was forbidden, Wang Lin was not afraid of it. He glanced at it and saw that the structure of the forbidden was deliberate. He waved his right hand to create a forbidden aperture, and suddenly the two forbiddens merged. State.
Wang Lin dashed, stepped through the restriction calmly, and entered it.
As soon as he entered, he saw the sword light waving in front of him, and more than a dozen flying swords turned into sword energy and galloped.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, his right hand was randomly placed in the void, and he vomited: "Sheng!"
The mood of life and death that reincarnated from the path of heaven was suddenly below Wang Lin's point, and suddenly condensed on his finger. This light point contained the way of heaven, as if the fairy is guiding the way, and the understatement implies mystery.
A cry of exclamation came from the sword light, and the flying swords were weirdly out of control, connected in a circle, hovering around Wang Lin's fingertips.
On the sword, there was even a gleam of crystal light. Under the nourishment of this crystal light, these flying swords seemed to be reborn, exuding spiritual power that was several times stronger than before.
However, the spiritual consciousness on it was completely erased under the power of this heavenly Tao.
Wang Lin showed a strange light and fell on a young man with a horrified face not far away. At this moment, this person was dumbfounded and said something.
Behind this young man, on an ice bed, sat cross-legged, a gray-haired old man, his eyes closed tightly, and his face changed from blue to red.
With a flick of Wang Lin's fingertips, the dozen or so flying swords immediately paused, and they landed one after another, making surrender swords.
The young man was relieved at this time, his face showed grief and anger, clenched his fists, and said sharply: "You have destroyed my home, and now you are chasing here, do you have to kill us all? Today you kill us, it will have On the day, someone will come to destroy your Snow Country!"
In this person's voice, there was a deep resentment, three points to the bone!
Wang Lin glanced at the young man, his gaze fell on the old man behind him.
The young man immediately moved to block Wang Lin’s gaze and looked at Wang Lin. After a moment of silence, he actually knelt on the ground with a bang, bit his lower lip, and the blood shed. He said bitterly: "Don’t kill my master, kill me! I am The young master of the ink painting door, if you arrest me and go back, you will definitely do meritorious service. As long as you let my master go, I will go with you willingly, otherwise, you can only get my corpse!"
Although his eyes were calm, he was moved by it. He looked at the young man and the old man, and slowly said, "Why do you want to exchange yourself for the life of your master?"
The young man remained silent. After a long time, he said bitterly: "Master, the old man, if it were not for me, he would have left long ago. It is all me, in order to save me..."
"Huan'er, get up, this person is not a snow monk." The old man sitting cross-legged on the ice bed slowly opened his eyes.
The young man was startled, but he immediately showed joy, stood up with excitement on his face, and said, "Master, you...you are awake!"
Wang Lin glanced at the old man, clasped his fist and said, "Junior, see Senior Shui Momen!"
The old man coughed a few times, his face became more blue and red, Wang Lin's mood of life and death, naturally can be seen at a glance, in the old man, there is a dead air hovering, obviously already in the dying moment.
The old man raised his head, looked at Wang Lin, and slowly said, "Little friend, the old man is injured, and it is inconvenient to welcome each other. I hope to forgive me. I don't know what's the matter with my little friend here?"
Wang Lin sighed softly and said, "The place where the seniors are hiding has already been discovered by the monks in the snowy area, so let's leave!" After speaking, he was silent for a while, took out a bottle of pill from his storage bag, and sent it forward. The pill fell lightly on the ice bed.
"Senior was injured too badly. This bottle of pill does not have the effect of healing, but it should be able to relieve the pain of San Gong. It allows Senior to stay away from here, the world is so big, there may be another chance to restore cultivation."
The old man smiled slightly, without even looking at the pill, and said, "Little friend, although I don't know what kind of disciple you are, do you know that if the old man wanted to leave, he could just leave. Even now, The old man worked hard to speed up his San Gong, and he was sure to leave, but, do you know why I didn’t leave?"
Wang Lin was silent and shook his head gently.
"This is my home! I was born here, and I die here!" Although the old man's voice was soft, at this moment, there was an unspeakable breath that enveloped the whole body.
Wang Lin glanced at this person, stopped talking, but clasped his fists, turned and left. His purpose here was not to kill, but to help.
After all, he has lived in the four factions alliance for more than 30 years, and he has witnessed the invasion of the snow monks with his own eyes. Although he can't change the facts, he will still help when he can help within his ability.
At the moment when Wang Lin turned and left, the old man looked down at the pill, sighed, and flicked his right hand suddenly, and a fan with only two feathers flew out of his cuff.
"Little friend, this treasure is given to you, but the medicine is given for cause and effect!"
After Wang Lin caught this fan, his expression changed. He remembered this treasure quite deeply. Back then, when nine members of the Four Sect Alliance killed the woman in white, she used this fan, Wang Lin remembered, After the woman's death that year, the fan was put away by one of the monks in the later stage of transforming gods.
He turned around and took a closer look at the old man, and immediately recognized that this person was one of the cultivators of the later stage of the transformation of the gods!
All the honors once have become distant memories...
Wang Lin left, walking out of the iceberg with a complicated mood. The three disciples did not dare to ask, but silently followed him.
Soon after Wang Lin left, two people, one old and one young, walked out of the iceberg. The two of them took a glance at the place where Wang Lin disappeared and quickly left the iceberg.
At the border, the old man slapped a palm on the light curtain of the boundary protection and opened a gap. The medicine bottle was divided in half and handed it to the young man with a look of love. He said in harmony: "Let's go. Rely on yourself, Master can’t protect you..."
The young man showed sorrow and seemed to want to say something. When the old man flicked his sleeve, the whole person sent out the light curtain, and then the light curtain returned to normal.
The young man was outside the light curtain, staring at his master in a daze. He knelt on the ground, his eyes were red, and his voice was torn: "Master!!!"
The old man laughed and swallowed half a bottle of pill in one mouthful. After that, his whole breath continued to rise. At this moment, he was back to the peak he once was, although it was only temporarily!
With a flick of his sleeve, his body moved suddenly. His goal was the Ice and Snow Temple in the heart of Snow Country!
Even if you die, you must die in your hometown. Even if you die, you must die in the protection of the country!
All the honors once have become distant memories...
Fallen in the fire, it must be the immortal phoenix... Even if you burn down your wings, you must aim to fly in heaven...
Closing a door, it seems that a world is lost.
The memory of the past has since become distant.
The quicksand in the wind no longer fills the dreamland space, and the whimpering Qiang flute leaves only a desolate whirlpool.
Close a door, as if to isolate a space and time.
The glorious past will only be eulogized by future generations.
Yesterday’s singing, there is no sympathy, and the whispering confession, I can’t find the sound of the piano to listen to.
Open a window, as if embracing a ray of sunlight.
Today's dream has become the hope of the Ming Dynasty.
Ordinary you and me also need wonderful publicity, with the pursuit of no regrets, to feel the mighty world.
Opening a window is like ushering in a spring breeze.
The shattered nothingness awakens the once confused.
Fallen in the fire, it must be the immortal phoenix, even if it burns its wings, it must fly in heaven!