The Path Toward Heaven

The rising sun rose, and the cold fog finally completely dispersed. As people looked out with the fog, they saw more than a dozen snow-footed beasts falling to the ground, already dead.

Among them, the apparently larger high-order snow-footed beast was killed by Bai Zao's use of treasure, leaving only half of his body. The four snow-footed beasts that penetrated their heads should have been killed by the pine fir tree with the Aoyama sword method. The death of the other snow-footed beasts was even more miserable, with broken limbs and broken armor, and blue blood flowing everywhere.

The stones stained with poisonous blood were fine bubbles and made a loud noise, the picture was terrible.

What is even more shocking is that in the more peripheral places there are the bodies of snowfooted beasts, one or two separated by dozens of feet, which continue to hundreds of feet away.

Similar pictures can be seen vaguely even further away.

How many Snowfoot beasts died?

People then knew that the disappearance of the sound outside the fog last night was not an accident, but that he went after the snow-footed beasts?

They looked at Jing Jiu, and their eyes were full of shock, even that of Song Songshan.

The dense fog of last night was so cold that it could even isolate God's consciousness, which was extremely detrimental to the practitioner.

How did he do it all?

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Jing Jiu and Bai Zao stood side by side.

One fluttered in white.

One fluttered in a white dress.

Those young people looked at the scene with a smile on their faces, who didn't like such a beautiful scene.

The Zhongzhou School's Tian Zhi Jiao Nu, Qingshan Sect's kendo wizard, is really a pair of wall men.

"Who do you support?"

The female disciples of Suspense Bell opened her eyes and looked at Song Songshan and asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Song Songshan.

The female disciples of the Suspense Belle pouted and expressed disdain.

Han Songshan thoughtlessly thinking, although Bai Zao was good, of course she had to support Uncle Zhao.

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The pictures of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao standing side by side are very good, but the pictures they see are not so.

The corpse of the snow-footed beast, more nasty than the moss, is sap, and smeared on the white snow.

But they didn't care, and their initial conversation had nothing to do with the scene in front of them.

"You promised me that night that you wouldn't stay old for the time being." Bai Zao said.

Jing Jiu appeared very timely. She didn't even use Jin Dan, and her injuries were not serious. After taking some elixir, she quickly recovered her spirits.

Jing Jiu thought about what she said that night, and said, "I'm not the old man."

Bai Zao looked at him seriously and said, "You have no evidence that Shi Fengchen was involved in this matter, then you should not move him."

Jing Jiu said: "You have no evidence."

This is to say that many people in the Zhongzhou faction suspect that Shi Fengchen was forced to death by him.

Bai Zao said: "You should be very clear, just because Shi Fengchen can't say that you can't stay old."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, I know he has connections with people in Jingxin Mansion."

Bai Zao's expression was more serious, saying, "Is there no evidence, you are still going to move the Prince?"

Jing Jiu said, "In fact, it was I who moved him first, and then these things happened."

So no matter from the Prince's side or from there, Zhao Layue was assassinated because of him.

The content of this sentence, Bai Zao felt that he needed to think carefully later. She no longer discussed the issue, pointing to the openings in the snow, saying: "The snowfooted beasts of last night did not come out of the canyon, but were drilled out of the ground."

Jing Jiu said, "What do you want to say?"

Bai Zao said, "The A. elegans you encountered, as well as the snow-footed beast of last night, may be something left deep in the ground during the beast tide of that year."

Jing Jiu said, "Can you sleep for so long?"

Bai Zao said, "Just bury it deep enough."

Jing Jiu asked, "Why do they come out? It can't be awakened by Dao wars."

Bai Zao said: "I don't think they are going to attack us, but they want to return to the snow country, but just happened to meet us. Although I don't know what happened to the snow country, the monsters who have been sleeping deep in the ground for hundreds of years will actually wake up Must be a major event. "

Jing Jiu thought to himself, he really should come and see.

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At noon, the sun is too strong for meditation.

The teachers and disciples of each sect came out from the courtyards of Xishanju, and walked under the rain corridor in accordance with the habits developed these days to admire the dozens of plum paintings.

Of course, they are most concerned about the performance of their disciples. In addition, Luo Huainan, Bai Zao, and Tonglu-Bai Zao's Meitu has been praised by Zen, and Luohuainan and Tonglu have the most plum blossoms. And it is said that they traveled farthest to the depths of the snow field.

The Meitu of Jingjiu has also received a lot of attention, but nothing has changed for several days, and people's interest has gradually faded.

The artist walked out of the tall building rising up from the mountain, and people walked with it, and he was surprised to find that the artist finally stopped before Jing Jiu's Mei painting.

That squad finally made a new gain? Or ... did you die again? ..

Somewhat strangely, the painter did not pick up the pen and began to draw plum, but stared at the painting paper, which was mostly blank, with a look of confusion.

After a while, he glanced at the dossier in his hand, and seemed to want to confirm it, and then stared at the painting again in a daze.

Finally some practitioners could not help asking, "What's going on?"

The artist said sadly, "I don't know how to draw."

Listening to this, people are a little surprised, thinking whether it is to add plum blossoms or to cross out names, but it is a matter of writing, what is the problem?

The wind sounded.

More than a dozen personalities in the practice world came to the field.

The head of Kunlun, Daze Ling, abbot of Baotong Zen Academy, South Forgotten, the Zhongzhou faction, which rarely appeared a few days ago, also came to an elder. No bell rang, which meant that there was no need to clear the field. The monks bowed down and saluted, letting them go down the corridor without leaving. It was even more strange. What was going on?

Nan Wang looked at the artist and asked, "Why haven't you painted yet?"

The artist smiled bitterly: "I don't know how to write."

"Otherwise I'll try it?"

He Zhan walked in from the courtyard.

Naturally, there is no need to say more about his talents and talents. He also won the second painting contest of Meihui. For some reason, he did not participate in this year's Dao battle.

The head of Kunlun looked at him chirping and said, "It's something you do."

Nan Wang said, "Draw better."

He Zan smiled and saluted, went to the painting, took the file in the artist's hand, and looked down.

He had already guessed something, but looking at the text on the file, he was still a bit stunned, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face, wondering if it was not good to paint.

He looked at the painting for a moment of meditation, took the pen from the artist, dipped it in cinnabar, slightly flicked his wrist, and swung at it.

Popping, popping sounds, like falling rain.

Those bright red pigments fell on white paper ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ speckled spots, also like rain spots.

People were surprised, and they thought, What is this doing?

He Zan didn't bother. He changed his sticks and dipped in some ink.

An ink line appeared between red dots on the paper.

The ink lines are extremely thin and very light, and you may not even see them if you don't look carefully.

People gradually understood what he was doing.

It was a plum branch reaching into the distance.

What about these blood-red spots? Is it the plum blossoms from the branches?

How many plums do you have?

Quiet and silent in front of the gallery.

People were speechless.

Overnight, what exactly happened?