If it is an ordinary evil spirit, Chen Lian's mind can destroy it with an indefinite sword intent. However, the evil god who caused damage to him this time is probably a rare and powerful figure in the entire universe and the essence of that trace of evil power is far beyond Chen Lian's expectation. He tried to visualize the innate gods who naturally locked the mind and calmed the mind and truly understood the evil power. He could actually be sensed by him, disturbing his state of mind in advance, and making his clear spiritual platform look like a ripples on the water surface, and he could not visualize the innate gods.

At the same time, Chen Lian also understood that this trace of evil power has its own spirituality, which is extremely shocking. In the world, except for demons and humans who practice Taoism, spirituality is difficult to appear in other things. If a good magic weapon has spirituality, it will be like a carp that has never crossed the dragon gate. By just passing the dragon gate, it is possible to advance to a magic weapon and practice independently.

Even a trace of magic power can breed spirituality. This is simply the legendary realm of the existence of the Yuanling of the Dharma. If you reach a certain point, you will almost never die.

No matter how grand the other party is, Chen Lian still has to drive away this evil force now. Besides, good and bad are dependent on each other. At least this trouble will make him alert himself. If he goes to Zhongshan with pride and complacent, even if he is brave and diligent, the possibility of survival is still not high.

Chao Xiaoyu had already returned to the main hall of the Luo Sect in Jimofeng, clearing her subordinates who had unwilling intentions. Taking advantage of this time, the Luo Sect suffered heavy damage, she reorganized the Luo Sect, and the system became more strict. Anyone who did not do his best would be punished by the rules of the sect, and anyone who could do things was rewarded and promoted.

The power of the entire Luo Sect is not as good as before, but Chao Xiaoyu's control over the Luo Sect finally reached its peak. In all important places in the Yuanzhou, 360 branch altars were set up with the number of heavens. Each altar master has his own unique abilities. Even if he encounters a figure of Huandan monk level, he can have the means to deal with it.

At the same time, Chao Xiaoyu enfeoffed four subordinate gods with the honor of the gods, and controlled the Luo Sect for her. He was known as the four great envoys of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and all had the ability of ghosts and gods to detect unexpectedly.

In just a short time, she completed one feat after another. Looking at Xiaoyu's execution, it was hard to see anyone in the entire world of cultivation. However, she did not feel much joy. She stood on a weathered giant rock. The smudged moonlight was like a layer of gauze covering her graceful figure, which was enough to reverse the beauty of all living beings. She twisted slightly, and was a little cold.

Until now, she has not found the whereabouts of Fairy Tianmeng. At the same time, the huge organization suddenly appeared and there was no trace. Even if the Zen masters of the eight Buddhist sects gathered together and decided to send the four monks, Seng Zhao, Daorong, and Seng Rui, to visit the world, to find no one or half of the claws of the organization.

Chao Xiaoyu deeply suspected that the leader of the terrorist organization was Yanxu, but it was impossible to confirm that even Fairy Tianmeng was in that organization. She picked up a piece of cloth in her hand again. This was sent back by Feng Envoy, the four great envoys of Feng, Rain, Thunder and Lightning. There were only three words written on it, July and a half.

July 2 is obviously a date. Besides, July 2019 has passed this year, and there are less than ten months left to be the next July 2019. What does that day mean? If you think about it carefully, you should have arrived at Zhongshan if you are afraid of Shenlian.

I sighed softly at Xiaoyu, hoping that he could come back alive, otherwise it would be difficult for her to hold on in the increasingly difficult world, let alone establish an immortal sect.

After the king of Jin Ji Kingdom died, all the citizens, together with most officials and the rich, were caring, because Jin Ji Kingdom used its power to exploit the people, it was unpopular.

However, the country cannot be without a master for a day. Most people want to recommend Chen Lian as their king and accept their support. However, when they go to find Chen Lian, the mysterious Taoist priest from the East is gone.

A Taoist priest in blue and a girl with swordsman appeared on the vast wasteland, leaving only one person's footprint in the solid black soil. The footprint was not the girl with swordsman, but the Taoist priest in blue with empty robe.

This is a frozen soil layer that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years. Even the flying swords of monks are difficult to leave traces on it. However, every step that the Taoist priest in green has three inches of marks appear.

The distance between footprints is one foot, and there will never be more or less.

Fang Yanying followed his uncle, and the worry in his eyes could not be erased, because the uncle was now experiencing pain that she could not imagine, but was suppressed by him, but he still revealed some clues, that is, the footprints step by step.

If there is no force that has to be vented, even the thinnest snow will never leave any trace of the master's uncle.

Chen Lian had one hand as white as jade, and the other hand was wrapped in white cloth. When he crossed the mountain, he didn't speak, nor did he speak when he passed the cracks on the earth. Chen Lian had not spoken a word for ten days, but just kept walking mechanically.

Fang Yanying was even a little grateful for the footprints left by the master, because sometimes she was in a daze and found that the master had no breath and looked like a dead silence.

Until one moment, Fang Yanying passed by the uncle's figure, and her eyes were all white.

Because it seemed that all the wind and snow in the world had reached the mountain in front, and there was no other scenery except the white snow.

Chen Lian finally stopped, stretched comfortably, and said with a yawning slightly: "It's finally here."

The stretching stretched suddenly, like a river covered with ice suddenly melting. Even though it was still very cold, everyone knew that spring was coming and nothing could stop the arrival of spring.

Chen Lian's hand was still wrapped in white cloth, not airtight, but he swept through the dead silence of that period, which was particularly fresh and natural.

The frozen soil under his foot actually rose green buds, and it grew to half a foot high in just a blink of an eye. It was blooming with golden flowers, walking leisurely towards the snow-capped mountains. Wherever he went, there were wild grass and flowers blooming. The golden flowers were spread on the frozen soil, like a road paved with gold.

There is a story in Buddhism. When the Buddha walked down from the nine heavens to the mortal world, Indra used the Vajra method to turn into a golden ladder, allowing the Buddha to step on it, descend to the world, and promote the Buddha's vast majesty.

Of course, Chen Lian did not have Indra as his attendant, but the golden flower underneath also dyed the Vajra technique. Although it was not as profound and mysterious as Indra's Dharma, it also had the meaning of Vajra.

Wind and snow cannot be stained, and frozen soil cannot be blocked.

The golden flowers flourished and finally spread to the mountain with the footsteps of refining.

This opens a golden winding path, leading directly to the depths of the Great Snow Mountain.
Chapter completed!