Li Daoxuan wanted to extract it like a magic weapon, but to his surprise, Xuanming Zhenshui did not obey his orders at all. As soon as it appeared, it turned into a ray of light and penetrated him at lightning speed.

in the heart.

The next moment, Li Daoxuan's originally happy face suddenly froze.

A bone-chilling coldness spread from the heart to the internal organs, and even affected the soul and spirit.

Li Daoxuan only felt that the time around him slowed down for an instant, or it was not that time slowed down, but that his perception of time slowed down, and even his thinking was gradually freezing!

Exhale and turn into ice!

At this moment, Li Daoxuan's limbs and bones were filled with billions of pores that were filled with bone-chilling cold air. Endless frost air spread around him, forming a thick layer of ice on the ground.

Chen Ziyu was the first to notice something was wrong. Lotus shadows floated around her body, resisting the terrible cold air. When she raised her eyes, she saw that Li Daoxuan had turned black and turned into an ice sculpture.

What alarmed her the most was that Li Daoxuan's heart also completely stopped beating!

call!

When the night wind blew, Li Daoxuan fell down stiffly. With how frozen he was now, if he fell to the ground, he would probably be torn apart and become a wreck on the ground.

At the critical moment of life and death, Chen Ziyu resolutely stretched out her hand to hold Li Daoxuan.

But the moment she touched Li Daoxuan's body, the invulnerable lotus body trembled violently, and a layer of ice crawled down her arms towards her body.

Lotus shadows bloomed, and the lotus mark between Chen Ziyu's eyebrows burst into brilliant light. The Xiaoxiang Divine Seal flew out from it, trying to absorb the cold air from Li Daoxuan's body, but with little success.

There was a trace of pain in her eyes, and it was obvious that even in the Yang Shen realm, it was still difficult to resist this terrible cold air.

She just clenched her teeth to hold on, and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand turned into a sea of ​​flowers. When the petals fell, she and Li Daoxuan disappeared.

"Taichong!"

When Li Shimin hurried over with the bad guys, he found that there was no one here, only the thick ice layer was left, and the cold was still rising.

Wuzhiqi's huge body was half frozen.

"What happened to Taichong just now? Could it be that Moro took action in secret?"

Wang Bo shook his head and said: "It doesn't seem like it. If it was really Moro who did it, then his methods would be too terrible. You know, the Imperial Master just killed Wuzhi Qi!"

After a pause, he comforted and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. The national master Ji Ren has his own destiny and is definitely not a short-lived person. Besides, the Xiaoxiang goddess just now seems to have a close relationship with the national master, so she must not be a short-lived person."

I will stand by and watch.”

Li Shimin nodded, then looked at Wuzhiqi's body with a deep gaze, and said: "Send someone to clear the dungeon and put the monster's body in there temporarily. Remember, try not to damage it."

"promise!"

…

Datang, Henan Road, Shangyang City.

In the silence of the night, a figure sat quietly in a deserted Zen courtyard somewhere. The place was filled with dead branches and rotten leaves, and there were cobwebs and dust everywhere, but he did not dislike it at all, and even showed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

More than two hundred years ago, it was in this Zen monastery that he met his best friend, Bodhidharma.

The two of them sat here, talking from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, and from autumn to winter.

When the snow melts and everything revives, the distant bells of Dinglin Temple will ring, reminding the world that it is another cycle of four seasons.

Sanle sat leaning against the wall for a long time, until his stomach made the sound of hunger, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

He held his belly, shook his head, smiled, and sighed: "They all say that a big belly can be tolerated, but in fact, there are some things that I still can't tolerate after all..."

After remembering his old friend, he opened the door and prepared to leave.

But an old beggar in shabby clothes stood at the door, holding a roast chicken in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. His face was ugly in the moonlight, and his body was covered with pus-producing tumors.

"Sanle, do you really want to go?"

San Le laughed and said, "I have to go."

The old beggar smacked his lips, clasped his teeth, threw the bitten roast chicken to him, and said: "We are about to go on the road, why don't we try it?"

"good."

Unexpectedly, Sanle took the half of the roasted chicken, filled his stomach with delicious food, and then spit out the chicken bones.

The next moment, a magical scene happened. The chicken bones gathered together automatically, regenerated hair and flesh, made a cry, came back to life from death, and escaped with fluttering wings.

The old beggar laughed loudly and said: "It turns out that what you are eating is not its flesh and blood, but its sinful karma, so you can bring the dead back to life. How wonderful!"

After a pause, he sneered again: "But you really think you are Maitreya. If you can save it once, can you save it a second time? The old beggar will catch it back and roast it again!"

Sanle recited the Buddha's name and said calmly: "I am not Maitreya."

After a pause, he raised his head, his eyes free and full of energy, as if there was a dazzling light, and his originally calm voice had a little more fluctuation.

"But Maitreya is not me either."

Urticaria broke out today. I went to the hospital for a checkup. I applied medicine when I came back, but my condition is not good. This chapter actually took six or seven hours to code. I'm very sorry for keeping everyone waiting~
Chapter completed!