Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

On Qionghai Road, by the Beiqiong Lake, several red-painted boats were lined up in a row.

These boats were dozens of feet away from the shore, but the chirping sounds on them could be clearly heard.

Against this backdrop was a soft, warm sound of a piano, mixed in with the laughter and joy, making people unconsciously immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

But in the next moment, the originally soft piano sound suddenly became rapid, and amid the roar, a four-armed celestial being suddenly appeared.

Above the celestial being, four-color halos were seen flowing, and in each arm, a copper bell was held. With one blow, a boat was pierced through most of the way and was about to sink.

At the same time, a low, heavy voice came from all directions:"Wu Miaomiao, you can't escape!"

""Zheng!"

Only a sound of a zither like the sound of a sword was heard, and this movement immediately covered the sound of the copper bell.

The next moment, the four-armed celestial being was suddenly shattered from the head, and a corpse fell straight from the sky like a rag sack.

At this moment, a woman with a cat-faced mask walked out of the painting boat next to her. She plucked the guqin in her arms casually, and a wave of the zither flowed, pushing the painting boat that was almost sunk in the river to the shore.

The people who had already fallen into the water were also sent to the shore by the ripples.

After doing all this, Wu Miaomiao did not show the slightest happiness, but plucked the strings of the zither with some dissatisfaction.

The corpse that had no vitality suddenly stood up again, and appeared behind her at some point.

"I was hiding here, but who would have thought that a storyteller from Lingnan would reveal my origins.

I have been living peacefully for a few days, but now I have to leave again.

Wu Miaomiao thought carelessly, but the next moment, her face suddenly changed slightly, her figure flashed, and she dodged in the air.

At the place where she was standing, a big hand suddenly emerged from the water and reached out to her.

Above her head, a dark bell appeared at some point, trying to cover her.

""Purple Mansion Spirit Weapon!"

Looking at the big bell, Wu Miaomiao's heart trembled slightly, and she turned the guqin in her hand upside down and pulled the four strings suddenly. The invisible vibrations made the big bell pause slightly.

Just at this moment, she did not hesitate at all, and fled to the distance.

This attack did not succeed, but two figures came out of the dark, and they wanted to chase the fleeing figure.

But at this moment, the corpse that was originally standing behind Wu Miaomiao suddenly took a step forward and blocked the two of them.

Seeing that it had escaped, the two did not continue to chase, but looked at the corpse in front of them with a serious expression.

Although Wu Miaomiao's ability to control the corpse is only 30% to 50% of the original body, they are both in the Butterfly Transformation Realm, and they cannot ignore it....Dozens of miles away, Wu Miaomiao reappeared. She stood still, her expression somewhat ugly.

The mask on her face was broken, and a scar was clearly visible on her fingertips. Drops of scarlet blood were falling, and she couldn't stop it.

"It was really thrilling. In order to deal with me, three more Butterfly Transformation Realm masters were dispatched, and each of them was above the sixth level of Butterfly Transformation."

Looking at the injuries on her fingertips, she was a little annoyed. Suddenly, Wu Miaomiao remembered something and couldn't help but secretly spit:"Humph, that storyteller exposed my hiding place and left me with nowhere to go, so I secretly hid in his teahouse and let him have a headache."...Yanbei Road, on the snowy mountain, a single-clothed Zen master holding a bowl in one hand and a Zen stick in the other was busy on his way.

Although anyone who saw this Zen master could feel a sense of tranquility in him, when they really saw him, they only felt that he was full of evil spirits, like a demon.

He was not someone else, but the fifth on the Tianjiao list mentioned by Han Lian, the Blood-clothed Zen Master Kong Huan!

This snowy mountain spans Yanbei, Jinping, Longchuan, and Xiaoxiang. Although there are breaks in the middle, the vertical and horizontal textures belong to a dragon vein.

Walking along the way is a smooth journey.

But at this moment, for some reason, he suddenly stopped.

If someone were here, looking along the road ahead, there was a figure on the top of the snowy mountain.

The man had been standing quietly in the snow, his whole body covered with ice and snow, just like a snowman.

Although Kong Huan could not see, he was not unable to sense. After hesitating for a moment, he wanted to untie his single clothes and put them on the snowman.

But in the next moment, the snowman suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp blade light emerged from them.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and as it rose, it turned into rolling mist like a dragon, and the snow on his body was also evaporated in the blink of an eye.

When his figure appeared, it was a swordsman holding a sword in his arms.

The swordsman had already sensed Kong Huan, and looked at him, with a strange color in his eyes....Can't see?

No....This is the absence of six senses!

He carefully detected Kong Huan's breath, his expression slightly condensed, and suddenly he thought of something, and took out a pile of crumpled papers from his arms.

What was written on it was exactly"The Legend of the Heaven-Crushing" mentioned by Han Lian. He turned to the back, compared left and right, and his eyes became hot again.

Yes, that's right, he is Kong Huan!

He took a deep breath, and a blazing edge burst out of his body. He saluted Kong Huan with a fist:"Master Kong Huan, I am Song Zhiwen, and I would like to ask for your Zen method!"

"..."

After a few breaths, Song Zhiwen saw that Kong still had no reaction. Suddenly, he thought of something and his aura disappeared.

Yes, a person without six senses cannot see or hear. Even if he has Zen methods to help him, he is not always practicing the method.

If the other party does not want to fight with him, he can just ignore him.

"Forget it, forget it. It seems that my character is indeed inferior to yours.

There is indeed a reason why I rank behind you on the Tianjiao List."

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he thought of something and said to himself:"The snow mountain here is the intersection of Longchuan Road and Xiaoxiang Road. It is not far from Tiannan Road. The Blood-clothed Zen Master came here from afar, probably because of the Tianjiao List."When Zen

Master Konghuan heard this, he nodded slightly.

Seeing this scene, Song Zhiwen was slightly stunned and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The other party's Zen method has been running all the time, but he just doesn't want to fight with him.

"Why do I feel that I am somehow inferior to him?"

Song Zhiwen had this thought in his mind, and looking at the snow-capped mountains below him, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"When the time comes, the heaven and earth will work together. The dragon veins that span several lands of the Xunfeng Dynasty may be able to reunite and show their charm.

But how should I repair my broken sword?"