The north bank of the twin peaks, the main cave.

From the North Bank Ferry to the main grotto, there are broken limbs and broken arms, broken armor and bloody clothes along the way.

The cliff wall that Donglin Buddha leaned against was collapsed and cracked, and the golden Buddha was a little dim at this moment, leaving only some golden afterglow on the platform below, covering the seriously injured and breathing people.

The White Tiger Guardian and the White Tiger Guard who had no golden light protection had been killed or injured, and the defender who was fighting stubbornly was near the platform... This was the final defensive force.

The dark golden Buddha sat alone in place, losing the support of the cliff wall behind him, and still stood firm.

This is not only protected by the [Emperor Wen]'s magical powers transform into virtual and real, but also because the Donglin Buddha itself has excellent workmanship and materials.

It is conceivable that Ouyang Lianghan and Jiangzhou lobby have never cut corners and have always used the most exquisite craftsmen and craftsmanship to cast.

However, no one would pay attention to this at this moment. All the eyes of the audience fell on the white dragon flying in the clouds and the tall blonde beard.

The candle in the snow stood on the hideous dragon head of the white dragon, looking down at the sentient beings below indifferently, like a legendary goddess.

On the dome behind a woman and a dragon, there is a picture of lotus blooming with inscriptions, which serves as the background.

After Zhu Lengbingbing in the snow said that the person holding the hairpin would not be killed, the whole audience fell into a brief silence.

On the high platform, Rong Zhen, who had just been helped up by Yi Qianqiu, had a pale little face the size of a palm, which was bloodshot and red.

Feeling the sight of everyone silently casting at the mandarin duck jade hairpin on her hair, the girl in the palace dress was disgusted, and suddenly raised her hand to pull out her hairpin and raised it high, as if she was about to fall to the ground, but she was about to hold the hairpin and jade hand

The moment she fell, she suddenly cushioned again, and finally... she stuffed the mandarin duck jade hairpin into her sleeves.

Losing the only hairpin bondage, her black hair scattered on both sides cut her shoulders. Rong Zhen suddenly pushed Yi Qianqiu away. Madam Song raised her face and glared at the "Dragon Girl" and Bai Jiao in the air, originally clear.

The voice was hoarse:

"Nonsense! I haven't lost yet! I don't need to give you hypocritical charity. It's still unknown who can go out alive. Everyone depends on their ability! It's really despicable to show off their verbal benefits to disturb my morale."

The corner of the candle in the snow pulled down slightly.

At this time, Wei Shaoqi, who was far away on the top of Nanfeng Mountain, floated to the main grotto as if a light feather was floating, and came to the side of Xue Zhongzhu. There was a picture of the spreading peach blossom land floating beside him.

Today, we witnessed the mythical creature, the white dragon, the golden Buddha showed its power, and also watched the dazzling battle between two top-grade Qi training men.

The remaining people in the court in the main grotto were already exhausted and were not much surprised when they saw the middle-aged scholar flying in the air.

Although moving to control the wind is a privilege of top-grade Qi Refiners.

Far away on the top of the Nanfeng Mountain on the south bank of the Shuangfeng Peaks, after Wei Shaoqi left, Wu Daozi held a red pen in his hand, and there was a picture of the ink-wash double peaks in front of him. The old man turned around and asked Yuan Huaimin a smile:

"Does Xiao Huaimin want to fly?"

Yuan Huaimin shrank timidly and couldn't help but look at the scroll in front of Mr. Wu, Wei Shaoqi, who was rendezvous with the snow in the main cave.

Just now when Wei Shaoqi was still here, Mr. Wu inexplicably took out the red pen and clicked on the villain who belonged to Wei Shaoqi on the scroll.

Immediately, the little man in the ink painting was as if he was finished with the finishing touch, as light as a feather, flew towards the grottoes on the north bank. In reality, Wei Shaoqi also lost his weight and floated in the air, carrying the Peach Blossom Spring Picture scroll to the main grottoes on the north bank.

The actions are synchronized, exactly the same.

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help looking at the double peaks. Although the landscapes and characters on it were all ink painting styles, they all seemed to be intelligent and vivid at this moment. The scroll accompanied the changes of characters and scenery in reality.

Changing.

Speaking of which, this piece of painting was originally prepared by Yuan Huaimin, and today I was planning to copy the tribute painting to the Queen of Luoyang. This was also Qiu Niang's arrangement.

As a result, Mr. Wu took it away, not only painted the top scenes on it in detail, but also injected spirituality into it, making it lively, and it was extremely mysterious.

At this moment, before Yuan Huaimin answering, Wu Daozi smiled indifferently, first drew a red circle with a red pen, and then the tip of the pen pointed to the little man who belonged to Yuan Huaimin and Du Shuqing in the scroll.

"Lingran."

The old man smiled and said something lightly.

In reality, Yuan Huaimin suddenly felt that he was off the ground and was light and could blow him away with a gust of wind.

He turned around and looked, and the same was true for his companion Du Shuqing next to him.

The two seemed to have obtained the permission to control the air in this place "Ling Ran Ye Ye".

"I have drawn this place in circles. The people outside cannot get in. Xiao Huaimin can wait here and accompany Du Shaoxia. I will say goodbye to my old friend and go back. As for your friend Ouyang Lianghan, it seems that he is not on the Shuangfeng Spike for the time being.

, Only your cousin Yi Qianqiu is here, I will send my old friend away in a while. After the eldest daughter is having fun, I will bring her and take someone away. If you see Ouyang Lianghan in the future, I will also help you protect me.

...I thank you for borrowing paintings today."

Wu Daozi put down his red pen, backed his hand again, and walked into the picture of the double peaks in front of him.

Even though it was not the first time I watched this scene, Yuan Huaimin was still a little dazed; Du Shuqing, who was standing beside him, still closed his eyes, and there was a bronze sword hanging in front of him, as if he was immersed in it.

Meanwhile, in the main grotto on the north shore.

The towering Buddha sat alone without relying on it. The atmosphere inside and outside the platform below was silent. The sound of the piano on the bamboo forest was still there, but the golden light emitted by the Buddha Donglin became increasingly faint, just like the setting sun and dusk.

Under the dome, the snow-crawler stood on the head of the white dragon without moving. The white dragon did not attack the Buddha and the high platform again, and did not continue to consume a certain Buddha statue formation.

A woman, a dragon and a sword, just waiting quietly.

Wei Shaoqi, who came with the painting, looked at the people on the high platform below, and then looked at the big Buddha with dim golden light.

"It was a good opportunity just now. Why didn't the Grand Lady capture the Zhenxian Princess? Did she come to her house with her on her own initiative, afraid of being trapped?"

The candle in the snow did not answer, and Wei Shaoqi glanced at the inscription of the lotus flower at the dome above and continued to say warmly:

"But the Zhenxian Princess seems to care about this picture very much. At the critical moment when she was fighting with me, she was so important that she was eager to get out..."

Wei Shaoqi shook his head in confusion.

The grottoes in the mountains are prone to respond, and his voice spreads throughout the audience.

Rong Zhen stared at Wei Shaoqi with his red eyes as if he was about to eat him.

The snow candle raised her chin, a little cold and arrogant:

"It's not just because Xiaoqi is kind and pity, but don't forget what we are here today. It would be too boring to just destroy a Buddha statue and kill a few lackeys in the court."

When everyone heard this, the tall blonde beard said with regret:

"It's a pity that Zhang Shixiu left early. Don't he always like to ask me, how can Yunmeng save his face and inner self at the same time? Now he can take a good look, but unfortunately he is gone."

Wei Shaoqi nodded helplessly:

"Yes, the great lady said it right."

The candle in the snow suddenly said:

"I have been preparing for so long. Are you just trying this little trick? Do you have any new tricks? Take it out and try it. Don't be too slow. I'm very busy."

Yi Qianqiu's eyes wide open, Wei Wu's face was gloomy, and Lao Yang's wrinkled old face was a little numb.

Rong Zhen held the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand, lowered his head and stared at it silently, unable to see his face clearly.

Madam Song was a little embarrassed, with her white hair loose, her purple gold palace costume was damaged and tattered, and the Han palace lantern fell to the ground, and the candlelight was about to be extinguished, like a candle in the wind.

The old woman with white eyes tightly covered the wound on her right shoulder with her right hand. The injury was not light and she had stopped bleeding. Some strange dark blue patterns could be seen on the wrinkled skin at the rupture.

Her palms covered the pattern, her eyes rolled up, staring at the snow-crawler that had the upper hand, Wei Shaoqi and the others, with a sinister face, without saying anything, and without knowing what they were thinking.

No one refuted the words of Candle in the Snow for a while.

Wei Shaoqi couldn't help laughing.

Because he knew that the Great Lady's words were indeed not a temporary insult, she really thought so.

Wei Shaoqi clearly remembered that when Zhang Shixiu questioned in person that "it is difficult to protect the face", the answer of this extremely arrogant and arrogant lady, the answer was very simple.

To sum up, there are only three words: Crush over.

Yunmeng wants all the face and inner thoughts. It’s very simple. Just crush it, just like a roadside wheel, like a roadside wheel, crushing an ant, and suppressing the whole audience!

It is best to let the court do its best to prepare and give it enough time, and then the great lady and they will come and crush it over like a destruction.

Only in this way can Yunmeng's face and inner thoughts be preserved. Only in this way can the pseudo-Zhou court be truly in pain and fear, be deeply afraid, and be able to clearly remember who has the final say in Tiannan.

It's so simple and crude.

Including today, the imperial court was prepared for thousands of troops to defend, and only four of them, including the "Tiannan Jianghu Rebels", came to such a situation, plus a white dragon.

There is no situation that is more deterrent than a situation where the strength and manpower are very different but the winner and lose two times...

This is the face Yunmeng Jianze wants to take.

The snow-jacked Zhun's eyes were cold, ignoring everyone, waiting for a while, and his eyes fell slightly on a defeated general on the platform.

The strange blue Taoist patterns exposed on Madam Song's right shoulder did not escape her eyes.

The originally boring look of the snow candle raised some interest.

Wait on purpose.

At this moment, Yi Qianqiu, who was angry on the platform, suddenly picked off the silver-white tiger face and crushed the tiger face in hand. A silver ball of light lit up between her palms.

At the same time, changes occurred.

The white fog that originally covered the two peaks of the two peaks suddenly gathered wildly into the main grotto.

These white fogs did not enter the main grotto, but at this moment, they rushed in like crazy, and the white fog on the river was being drained.

The main grotto is filled with gray and white mist.
To be continued...