In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, it was three feet of ice, and the sky fell heavily with goose feathers.
"Buzz!"
The Buddha bell on the Bhikshu Mountain rang, and an endless stream of princes and nobles came to the mountain to worship the gods and Buddhas, driving spirit beasts, wearing crimson coats, and stepping on the flying snow.
The entire Xiniu Hezhou was caught in the misery of catastrophe. On the contrary, such a small remote place was still peaceful and did not suffer too much.
The little novice on the mountain rode a duck the size of a wolf dog, with a string of Nanmu Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and a small bowl in his hand. The people said a few auspicious words, but they brought a group of laughter.
Feng Feiyun walked along the wide Jinhe alone on the thick snow.
The wide river surface was not frozen by the ice, and there were still large red-toothed ships passing by the river.
On the ship, there are soldiers who are wearing armor and good cultivation, and beautiful women who sing and dance are playing music in the warm curtain.
"Those with low cultivation bases have their own ways of being happy, and those with high cultivation bases also have things that make them melancholy."
Feng Feiyun continued to move forward and came to the foot of Bhiqiu Mountain, where thousands of mountains are covered with ice, and on the other side of the river, there is a towering statue of Taiwei Goddess, high into the clouds, covered with snow, like a statue Huge white jade crystal statue.
In the ear, a beautiful and moving Xiao sound suddenly came, light and elegant, intermittently, like a breeze blowing in the ear.
Feng Feiyun's body was lighter than the wind, and he fluttered off the ground, searching for the sound of the flute, and came to a forest of colorful plum blossoms.
In the cold winter season, hundreds of flowers wither, only plum blossoms bloom in the snow.
Walking into the plum blossom forest, there is the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Where the fragrance of flowers is strongest, there is a pavilion.
Inside the pavilion, there were two women. Among them, a woman in red clothes was holding a jade flute in her hand. When she saw Feng Feiyun coming outside the pavilion, she stopped, with a bit of emotion in her eyes.
Another woman was wearing a white robe with a light gauze like mist, covering her crystal clear jade body. She was boiling a pot of tea. The clay teapot exuded the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Her figure is as slender as a crescent moon, and her temperament is as elegant as a clear lotus. She stretches out her slender fingers to lift the teapot and pours out two cups of hot tea, "Please!"
Feng Feiyun stared at her, walked into the pavilion fearlessly, sat opposite her, and held up the teacup.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew over, and flew over the vermilion pavilion with a piece of snow and plum blossoms. One of the plum blossoms fell into the teacup, the color was crimson, beautiful and coquettish.
Feng Feiyun took a light sip, savored it carefully, put the teacup back on the table, and said, "I didn't know you could still make tea before!"
Dongfang Jingyue took a sip, and there were a few crystal drops on her red lips, like the rain and dew on the grass leaves in early summer, and smiled gracefully: "How do you feel about this tea?"
"Seven points of sweetness, three points of bitterness!" Feng Feiyun said.
Dongfang Jingyue's eyes were bright, crystal clear like water jade, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she said, "If tea is not bitter, it is not called tea."
"It's a pity, this tea can only be bitter, but not in the heart." Feng Feiyun stared at her and said, "Why did you come to me?"
Dongfang Jingyue stood up suddenly, walked under the wind pavilion, stepped on the snow, looked at the red plums in the garden, and said, "The ancient gods and phoenix will give you the place of imprisonment! You give it to me, I will I will hand over the ancient bronze ship to you."
Dongfang Jingyue stretched out a jade hand, and an ancient and tattered ancient ship of the gods flew out from the palm, with eighteen iron cloth sails standing, with an ancient and vicissitudes atmosphere.
Feng Feiyun didn't look at the ancient bronze boat, but fixed his eyes on her and said, "Are you making a deal with me?"
"Don't you think this is a win-win situation?" Dongfang Jingyue turned around and looked back, her long black hair set off a few snowflakes, just like the beauty in the painting.
"It's really a win-win situation, but unfortunately I won't make a deal with you. To get the bronze ancient ship in your hand, I naturally have other ways." Feng Feiyun said.
Dongfang Jingyue's two dark eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, she took a deep breath, her chest heaved gently, and said, "Do you know why I don't go directly to heaven to find you?"
"Why?" Feng Feiyun said.
She said: "If I enter the kingdom of heaven, if you want to fight against me, you will be tied. I don't want to threaten you with those people in the kingdom of heaven. I just want a fair deal with you, and I don't want to use force. Bullying and coercing you."
Feng Feiyun said with a smile: "Bullying the weak with the strong? Shui Yueting, you look down on me too much."
"I have decided to call Dongfang Jingyue." Dongfang Jingyue said.
"You don't deserve to be called Dongfang Jingyue at all." Feng Feiyun sacrificed the axe, and a mighty ancestral sacred meaning rushed out of his body. The petals in the entire plum garden flew up, forming a red flower rain.
The flower rain surrounds Feng Feiyun's body, forming a vortex!
"Do you really hate Shui Yueting?" Dongfang Jingyue didn't seem to feel the killing intent on Feng Feiyun, and still stood quietly in the snow.
Feng Feiyun turned a deaf ear to her voice, and slashed down with an axe, carrying the power of opening up the world, even if it was a big world, it had to be split in half.
However, when Panman's axe fell on top of Dongfang Jingyue's head, she didn't move, but stared at Feng Feiyun with bright eyes. Suddenly, her appearance began to change, turning into a woman in red, holding a Yu Xiao, with skin like jade, also stared at Feng Feiyun with star eyes.
These eyes are completely different from Dongfang Jingyue's eyes, they are full of ethereal spirit, and they have an aura that doesn't eat human fireworks.
This is Ye Xiaoxiang!
There was only a faint smile on her face, and there was no fear of death, as if dying in the hands of Feng Feiyun was also a happy thing.
Feng Feiyun quickly withdrew the axe, and forcibly took back all the power that opened up the world and cut himself on himself.
Although most of the power of the Panman Axe was withdrawn, there was still a lot of power bombarding Ye Xiaoxiang, knocking her upside down and flying out, falling into the rain of red plum blossoms, spilling a piece of water from her body. The crimson blood dyed the snow on the ground redder than plum blossoms.
Feng Feiyun was also slashed by the power of the Pan Man Axe, leaving a deep bloodstain on his chest, and the holy bones seemed to be cut off.
Feng Feiyun's body moved, rushed into the rain of plum blossoms, hugged Ye Xiaoxiang back, and gently placed him in the snow.
Although she was not dead, her holy soul was damaged, she fainted, her eyes were closed, and holy blood was dripping from her red clothes.
"After appreciating red plums, appreciating red snow, drinking plum tea and drinking human blood. Feng Feiyun, do you still think you are strong now?" , took a light sip of tea.
The wounds on Feng Feiyun's body healed automatically, staring at Dongfang Jingyue, and said, "Bai Yuxian Ship, the power of time~ You just used the power of time, go back to the past briefly, and compare Ye Xiaoxiang's position with yours. The position was exchanged, so when I dropped the axe, you became Ye Xiaoxiang."
As long as you reach the realm of the Holy Spirit, you can cultivate the power of time, you can go back to the past and go to the future.
But no one can change the past and change the future.
But Dongfang Jingyue did it, and without a single move, let Feng Feiyun slash Ye Xiaoxiang with his own hands, and then slash himself with an axe.
This kind of power is almost unpredictable even for the Holy, and I dare not provoke her easily. If she goes back to the past and kills the Holy at a young age, then the Holy will die.
Feng Feiyun said: "I don't believe that you can go back to the past and change the future at will. I want to see how powerful you are and whether you are truly invincible in the world."
Feng Feiyun called out the Yaohuang Sword, inserted it under the pavilion, and fixed time and space.
"Heavenly Tribulation!"
Feng Feiyun pointed to the sky, black clouds rolled in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder, and endless electric rain fell from the sky and bombarded it down.
This plum garden is an independent world. It seems to be located on the bank of the Jin River. In fact, it has its own space and is completely different from the outside world.
"I am the Sword God, and all swords in the world must obey my orders."
Dongfang Jingyue drew her virtual hand, and the demon Huangjian that had fixed the time and space flew into her hand. With a wave of her arm, thousands of sword shadows flew out, turning into a rain of swords, forming a sword world.
"boom!"
A giant axe descended from the sky, broke the sword world, and pressed down with an axe, with a chaotic fierce light.
Dongfang Jingyue's immortal appearance is like jade, her sword flew up, and she stood in the sky, and the sword intent of nine days and ten places flew into the sword in her hand, splitting an earth-shattering river of swords.
"boom!"
The axe and sword collided, the heaven and the earth shook, and the time and space cracked.
"Feng Feiyun, if you can really defeat me, I will hand over the ancient bronze boat to you." Dongfang Jingyue called out the white jade immortal boat and stood on the immortal boat. Countless immortal mists shrouded her jade body. , making her descend to the mortal world like a fairy goddess.
Feng Feiyun said: "If you can defeat me, I will give you the place of imprisonment."
The White Jade Immortal Ship expanded ten thousand times and stretched for thousands of miles.
Time warped, space shattered.
"The four methods of truth, the three methods of slaying the Tao."
The light of the ancestral saints erupted from Feng Feiyun's body, wrapped the body, the battle axe split out, smashed the mist of the white jade fairy ship, and bombarded it down with an axe, to smash Dongfang Jingyue's whole body method.
"Chichi!"
Dongfang Jingyue threw out the Demon Huang Sword and blocked the Pan Man Axe, but she couldn't stop the killing force of truth, and a stream of truth dashed straight into her body.
"Moon Sword."
Dongfang Jingyue's Destiny Sword flew out of her body, repelling the truth slashing power.
"Bang!"
The Moon Sword, Yaohuang Sword, and Pan Man Axe were simultaneously shaken and flew out by that terrifying force.
The moon sword flew from Feng Feiyun's waist, tearing the body of the ancestral saint, leaving a long sword mark and splashing blood.
The Pan Man Axe also swiped across Dongfang Jingyue's exquisite immortal face, leaving a bloodstain as thin as a hair, overflowing with blood beads!