The candle in the snow in the air was completely obscured.

The white mist was so rich that the two people who were close together could not even see each other's figure clearly.

Not to mention the scene of the high platform and the big Buddha below.

The snow-jacked head slightly tilted, and the white dragon under her feet suddenly sank, and crawled into the sticky sea of ​​fog below alone, rushing around.

There was no other movement except for the sound of rocks and the ground shattering.

The white dragon is as powerful as a rock sinking into the sea, and nothing is found.

Zhu in the snow raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wei Shaoqi was also a little surprised.

Not far away, a small bamboo forest courtyard, a smiling old man pushed the door and walked across from an old musician and sat down again.

The old musician lowered his head and ignored the visitor.

Wu Daozi looked at the man and asked curiously:

"It's not time to leave yet. If it weren't for me, that great lady had come to take your head off."

He gently twisted a red pen with two fingers and admitted with a smile:

"But it's because I'm here, no matter where you hide, they can move forward and behead you close. You can run away, stop doing useless things, for those wine bags, it's not worth it

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The old musician carefully corrected: "It's not for them, it's for myself."

Wu Daozi suddenly turned his head, looked outside the courtyard, and said with a smile;

"I'm delaying time again. Is this formation from the White Tiger Guard? It's interesting. Who did you want to deal with? Just like your piano sound, it's useless.

"It's really annoying, move it away."

The squinting old man raised the red pen in his hand and drew a circle in the air in front of him.

The sea of ​​fog in the main grotto disappeared instantly.

At the same time, at the top of Nanfeng Mountain, Yuan Huaimin suddenly glared. In the ink painting hanging in the air in front of him, a ball of white mist suddenly appeared, obscuring the double peaks in the painting.

But in reality, the two peaks, including the main grottoes, disappeared completely on both sides of the two peaks.

All of them were moved into the painting by the old painter.

The main grotto lost the white fog, and the Donglin Buddha and the high platform under his feet reappeared.

The situation on the platform has changed a little.

Wei Wu's figure stood respectfully behind Rong Zhen, who was much shorter than him, took something out of his arms and handed it out seriously.

Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song, and Lao Yangtou surrounded the girl in purple-clothed palace at the center and hid her guard.

Old Yang dipped his fingers into saliva, and lowered his head and quickly read the Confucian scriptures.

Yi Qianqiu stood in front, leaning on a silver spear, his face was broken, his tiger face regained some blood. He was chewing something in his mouth, like some kind of elixir to heal and replenish qi.

The white robe and cloak on her back disappeared, and it was wrapped around the old woman with white eyes next to her.

Madam Song was hunched over, wrapped in a blood-stained white robe, covering the wound on her shoulders. There was a Han-made palace lantern in her palm. The candle flames recovered a little, making the old woman's wrinkled face a little gloomy, especially when she matched her

A pair of rolled their eyes and stared at the two people and one dragon above.

Wei Shaoqi narrowed his eyes slightly and told him intuition that the deputy supervisor of Si Tianjian who "if he is not dead is a thief" emitted a breath at this moment, and it was a little dangerous, as if... some kind of death aura.

The level of danger is still very different than when we first met.

Rong Zhen was wearing a purple dress, with three thousand black hairs like a waterfall shawl, and the bloodstained corners of her lips had been wiped, and her originally pink lips were as red as ripe cherry blossoms.

At this moment, after listening to Wei Wu's words silently, she silently took the thing he handed over solemnly, turned around, Rong Zhen's pair of lacquer eyes looked coldly at the confidant of the King of Wei behind, who buried his head.

It was vaguely visible that the thing she was receiving was a ball of red cloth, wrapping it up.

Snow candles are behind their hands, and they look down.

Seeing that Rong Zhen and others seemed to have finished rectifying, they spoke calmly:

"That's right. Don't hide it privately. What tricks do you have? Use it before you die."

Rong Zhen ignored him coldly and quietly opened the red cloth bag. The red cloth was uncovered, revealing one of the faint green pieces.

It is a very rare jade Maitreya Buddha, round and dark green, looking a little rich and festive.

This thing is also called "Personal Buddha". It is very popular in the circle of ladies in Luoyang. I heard that carrying it around can protect your safety.

After getting this real and only fake tripod sword, today, the girl in the palace dress who had experienced "there is no greater sorrow than death" had a slump in her chest. She turned her body sideways and bowed seriously toward the bamboo forest:

"Thank you Mr. Yu for your help. Let me leave it to my juniors. According to the agreement, you can return home. Don't blame Senior Song's harsh demands. I'll make the decision on this matter. Please leave quickly. Behind me are the younger generation and Tiannan rebels.

It has nothing to do with you."

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and an old man sigh faintly came.

In the bamboo yard, the old musician stopped playing the piano and said, "I can leave, but no one else can care about it, but don't hurt the girl, I will take her away."

"I'll just go home today."

Wu Daozi smiled and said:

"Her surname is Wei."

The old musician was silent.

On the high platform of the main grotto, Rong Zhen's eyes were red, and he clenched a jade Maitreya Buddha, and his sleeves flew.

In an instant, three different phantoms appeared, each of which surrounded the white dragon in three directions of the main cave, along with the Donglin Buddha, which rekindled the golden light, in the southeast, northwest and north, surrounded the white dragon on all sides.

Xue Zhongzhu nodded with satisfaction: "It's finally here."

The white dragon under her feet was cold and cold. Looking at the four big Buddhas, the white dragon immediately carried the "Dragon Girl" and swooped down like a meteorite.

"boom--!"

The loud impact sound was deafening.

It is the real earthquake.

The next moment, the sound of piano came from the four great Buddhas.

A golden sword light descended thousands of miles away with the sound of the piano.

A blue sky fell from the sky, as if the blue sky had lost its pigment.

Wei Shaoqi laughed: "Zhenxian Princess, your opponent is me, don't be distracted."

Under the blue sky and above the white clouds, [Wan Soldier] and [Emperor Wen] collided with the sword.

The candle in the snow brought a white dragon to fight against the four great Buddhas.

The former can control the air, so he is at ease and becomes braver the more he fights.

But the Buddha is still fixed.

On the high platform, except for Madam Song, Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu, and Lao Yang were unable to take off the air. Without a cell phone, all the archers around the towers had died in the claws of the white dragon, and everyone could only let them go.

The candle in the snow is free and easy on it.

Completely lost air supremacy.

What's worse is that after just ten breaths, the four phantoms gradually dimmed.

Rong Zhen's lips were bleeding and his face was pale.

Still can't hold on...

Seeing this, everyone on the platform looked solemn again.

The candle in the snow seemed bored and began to take the white dragon around the platform, killing the female officials and soldiers who did not have golden light to temporarily protect their bodies.

The hunters in the sky and the prey on the ground, this scene is like an eagle hunting rabbits in the wild, making it easy to make.

For a time, blood stained the high platform, and fewer and fewer people from the imperial court were present.

"Is that just that?"

The tall blonde beard spoke elegantly, a little stiff, and the content was sarcastic, but what made Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and others tremble all over. They could vaguely realize that she didn't mean it, she really thought so, she really

low emotional intelligence.

Compared to the enemy's sarcastic riding face, what is even more annoying is that the enemy's indifferent attitude is indeed.

This is especially true for the same arrogant person.

On the platform, someone's eyes gradually became desperate.

Madam Song's face was gloomy and calm. She reached out to cover the patterns on her right shoulder. While covering it, she touched a certain green pill in her sleeve with her other hand.

The candle in the snow was allowed to be slaughtered by the white dragon, and the blue eyes glanced at the old woman with white eyes who seemed to be inconspicuous after being injured on the platform, as if she was waiting for some kind of counterattack.

Just as the golden light of the four giant Buddhas is about to run out.

A lonely boat suddenly came on the river behind.
To be continued...