Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 1120

The bright moon is high in the sky, and the pouring moonlight covers the snow-capped mountains. Even if the mystery of the past is lost, the twelve peaks of the snow-capped mountains are still towering and towering, with thin aura overflowing, and there are still broken eaves and tiles around the archway. It was the battle yesterday. The traces left behind.

No one cleaned.

Regardless of Luo Feng's final outcome, the Snow Mountain faction will perish first.

The hearts of the people have dispersed, and many disciples left early.

There are others who can't bear the stimulus, crying bitterly all night as if losing their hearts.

Some people even yelled at the iron kettle ancestor, he was a sinner of the Snow Mountain Sect.

On the stone steps, a figure in white clothes leaped up, tapping its toes lightly, and the figure looked like a light flying swallow. In a blink of an eye, it rushed for several tens of meters and quickly disappeared without a trace.

On the top of Xuefeng, a hall.

This is the only place where the Snow Mountain School is still intact.

Many disciples were furious and desperate, beating and smashing everywhere, looting and smuggling, but here, there was an envoy from the Luoshen, and several Xueshan sent disciples rushed in. After being directly killed by the envoy, they finally calmed down.

"Here is the mourning hall of the ancestors of the Xueshan School, but I... ashamed of the ancestors!" The iron kettle ancestor burst into tears, this wave of shock, coupled with the disuse of the dantian, the iron kettle ancestor Suddenly old, his body rickets, as if about to fall down at any time.

Wiping away the tears, the fierce light in the eyes remained unabated.

"It's all the fault of Demon King Naluo, his heart is cruel." The Iron Kettle ancestor knelt in front of the mourning hall and denounced Luo Feng.

The ancestor Tiehu never thought that he provoked the whole thing and eventually ruined the entire Snow Mountain faction. He did not wake up, but instead pushed all the sources of evil onto Luo Feng.

For him, everything he does is justified.

"Luo Feng should be broken into ten thousand pieces."

On the chair beside the iron pot ancestor, the blue-clothed Luoshen envoy closed his eyes and sat quietly, his face still pale.

Recalling the scene yesterday, the Luoshen's envoy could not help clenching his fists, his blue veins violent, his face twisted for a few times, "You mean, Ouyang Wuji is going to make a move and kill Luo Feng?"

"Exactly." The Iron Kettle ancestor said fiercely, "My lord, you just wait for the good news."

"Well, now that the passage has not been opened, the powerhouse of the Luoshen Temple will not be able to come for the time being." The Luoshen looked at the iron pot ancestor with an indifferent expression, "Don't worry, the dantian is destroyed, it looks like a waste, but this is just relative to you As far as the martial arts world is concerned, in the world of hell, there is a panacea that can reshape the dantian. My Luoshen Temple promised to protect the Snow Mountain Sect once and for all. Now that the Snow Mountain Sect is destroyed, I will apply to the Lord of the Palace to ask you for a spiritual pill. Restore your spirit pill as compensation."

Hearing this, the expression of the iron pot ancestor instantly wiped a light, his body could not be restrained, trembling with excitement, and then knelt on the ground, "Thank you, Lord God, thank you Lord God."

Tears filled the eyes of the iron kettle ancestor.

As long as the strength can be restored, the Snow Mountain faction can be revived.

He never expected that there would be such a panacea in the world.

The ancestor of Iron Kettle squirmed his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

"Don't be delusional." The Luoshen said indifferently, "The Reconstruction Pill belongs to the second-order spirit pill. Even in the hell, only the strong of the Pill Array Hall can refine it, and can give you one. It is already a godsend. grace."

"Yes." The iron kettle ancestor looked respectful.

He originally thought that relying on the rebuilding pill, the sect disciples would directly obey it, so that the pace of reviving the Snow Mountain Sect would also be quickened.

However, it does not matter.

When Luo Feng died, the passage was opened, and the rebuilding pill was obtained. At that time, the Snow Mountain faction would be rebuilt.

The ancestor of the iron kettle is looking forward to it.

Luo Shenshi looked at the back of the iron kettle ancestor leaving, with an indifferent expression. For a moment, he gently shook his head.

He said this, just temporarily stabilizing the mood of the iron kettle ancestor.

Remaking Dan can indeed reshape Dantian.

The effect of reconstituted pill, as well as the effect of nourishing, expanding, and enriching the dantian, imagine that a person's dantian is originally the size of a lake, and the internal force that can be carried is limited. Purely, in the battle, the power that comes out is naturally more terrifying.

Such a precious pill, the Lord, might not have given it to the ancestor of the iron pot.

Even in the Heavenly Prison Realm, only the superpower's best Tianjiao children are eligible to enjoy a remaking pill.

And the reconstituted pill sold in the pill formation hall is even more expensive.

The ancestor of the iron kettle did not know all of this, and he was still immersed in his own dreams.

The Luoshen envoy sat cross-legged.

Time flows every minute.

A figure came quietly.

It is a pity that Luo Feng did not hear the conversation between the Luo Shenshi and the iron pot ancestor. When the figure appeared in the main hall, only Luo Shenshi was alone.

Luo Shenshi suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, gritted his teeth, his eyes revealed a fierce light, "Devil Luo, I will definitely not let you go."

Sure it!

At this time, a voice rang behind Luo Shenshi, "Really?"

In an instant, the Luoshen's heart violently twisted and twitched, and his legs trembled subconsciously. He trembled all over, suddenly turned his head, his eyes were shocked, and his expression panicked, "You...you...you..."

Luo Feng's face kept a gentle smile, but in the eyes of the Luoshen, this was simply a devil.

"I'm not malicious." Luo Feng said.

Pedal!

The Luo Shenzhe backed back continuously, looking flustered.

no offence?

I believe in your evil.

Luoshen made his lips tremble, "What do you want to do?"

"Aren't you letting out your words today, Luoshendian, would you never let me go?" Luo Feng's smile on his face narrowed, his eyes flashed with extremely cold light, like winter frost and snow, covering the past, freezing for ten miles.

"If this is the case, why should I keep you?" Luo Feng took a step forward, surging and crushing away, like a mountain, the Luoshen could not breathe under pressure.

Luoshen made his eyes wide open, and his whole body was standing upright.

Touching Luo Feng's eyes, Luoshen made his heart split, horrified, "No." Luoshen's face was pale, "Don't kill me?"

"Don't kill you, wait for you to kill me?" Luo Feng's eyes were cold.

"No, what I said today was just a bluff." The Luoshen's envoy hurriedly spoke, with a trembling voice, "The passage to the **** realm will take a few months to open. It is impossible for people from the Luoshen Temple to appear."

"Oh? Are you scaring me?" Luo Feng's eyes grew colder, "Are you humiliating me?"

Luoshen's face was instantly pale, and his mouth stammered, "I...I..."

"You said, why should I forgive you?" The blue light flashed in Luo Feng's hand, and the Jiuli Sacred Sword appeared sharply.

The knife light greeted the eyes, dazzling the eyes.

"Forgive me!" The Luoshen envoy desperately begged for mercy.

Luo Feng was indifferent, "What do you have that can survive your life?"

The Luoshen's envoy was full of excitement and blurted out, "I'll give you a Luoshen's order!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Feng's eyes were murderous, "What use do I want it to do!"

Luo Feng swung his knife suddenly.

"Do not!"

Luoshen was horrified, "I still have a treasure!"

The knife in Luo Feng's hand stopped.

Luo Shenshi was soaked with cold sweat behind his back, his hands trembled, his eyes flashed and struggling, and he took out a parchment scroll from his arms.

Luo Feng took it, and a gentle jade-like feeling came. It didn't seem to be a sheepskin roll, but a special substance.

In the hand, there is a feeling of warm soul.

Luo Feng opened.

A few big characters appeared.

""One Thought Becomes a Soldier""