The snow is still falling, and the little stone recovers after killing all the bandits.

Li Daniu, Xu Jiaorong and others watched in horror as the little stone squatted on the ground and cried, sobbing while picking up the silver, picking up the large and small silver and sending it into the shop. There were many thieves with broken knees and screaming for help.

Crawling as far as possible, the so-called heroes behaved fiercely when facing the old, weak and women, but their true nature was exposed when facing the terrifying and strong.

In the snow, Xiao Shitou sobbed as he moved the silver, took it all to the shop, closed the door, and used a table to hold the door.

The little boy squatted behind the door and sobbed...

There is not much wind and snow in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the blizzard whirls in the Jinshan Courtyard of the Dajiang River in the distance. The scary thing is that the black clouds around are still filling in continuously, and the rumbling wind can be clearly heard in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The sound that came over was not a whine, but a low growling, trilling sound similar to a moo.

The golden pagoda at the center of the storm has been frozen into an ice tower. From top to bottom, about two feet of thick ice surrounds the entire tower. Only the magic weapon on the top of the tower continues to shine with a golden luster.

The ice pagoda is still standing, but an ordinary wooden pagoda and stone pagoda would have collapsed long ago after being unable to withstand the weight.

If you want to extract the earth vein dragon energy, you must solve the pagoda. The earth vein is suppressed by the high-level magic weapon and it is difficult to extract it.

The wind and snow covered his boots, and Bai Yujun was ready to knock down the pagoda.

He turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the mountain gate.

"Huh? Here we come..."

At this moment, a vague figure emitting white light appeared in the wind and snow. The violent roaring snow and wind had no effect on it, and it approached step by step.

The colorful orbs between the dragon horns above Bai Yujun's head trembled, and the arcs of the dragon spear blades were even worse!

Very strong, he should be the real mastermind behind it.

The other person walked very slowly and looked calm and fearless. Bai Yujun knew that the person pretended not to care but was actually careful and cautious. The blizzard was like a world of dragons. Even if the other person was highly cultivated, he would not dare to be careless. He might not be killed by the white dragon, but

It would definitely be embarrassing to be disgraced here.

When he saw the person clearly, Bai Bai curled his lips.

"What a slut~"

Bai Yujun didn't know him and had never seen him. He was very young. He looked about 21 years old. He was a young monk with fair skin and delicate facial features. He walked barefoot. His white monk's robe was spotless and his whole body emitted a faint white light. He looked very much like the legend.

The most important thing about God is the gentle smile that makes people feel close to each other, showing perfection from the inside out.

Even if this guy doesn't have to spend any money to go to a brothel, he will be paid by the courtesan, and he will have no problem sleeping in the brothel for free until he is forty years old.

It doesn't matter that we Baijiao wears white, but this guy is also dressed in snow-white. He feels...yin and yang strange, a bit like a young man in the city who takes the weak route.

Is it really good to tidy yourself up so perfectly?

The monk in white walked through the snow, came to the pagoda and stood a few feet away from Bai Yujun.

The colorful orbs trembled at a faster frequency, the arc of the dragon gun crackled and made noise, Bai Yujun frantically mobilized the blizzard to suppress the opponent, the gap between the divine transformation stage and the Mahayana stage was too big, and she felt a little unsure.

The young monk smiled, showing his white teeth. He was very handsome. If he were in a brothel, he would definitely cause screams and shouts. The corner of his mouth twitched and he was disgusted by this smile.

Who is this kid?

I have never heard of such a number one person, including the records of powerful monks in Chunyang Palace, and there is no record of it.

It is speculated that he is the mastermind behind the series of assassinations.

I can’t tell whether he is really smiling or fake. I’m afraid he’s already angry when his schemes are revealed. There are people in the world who are indifferent and desireless, and it’s definitely not him. People who are constantly scheming and deliberately making things happen will never be pure of heart.

Bai's face turned bitter, and he was afraid that he would be completely torn apart.

Suddenly I remembered a rumor about the King of Wisdom...

"The white dragon is worthy of being a spiritual beast of heaven and earth. The earth dragon turned over and covered the golden mountains with snow. Unfortunately, it all ends here."

After saying only one sentence, the young monk in white stretched out his white palm...

The orb suspended between the dragon's horns above Bai Yujun's head burst out with colorful light and trembled! A huge pressure suddenly came! White scales appeared on Bai Yujun's skin due to the full operation of energy!

Roar loudly and loudly.

"Ho~!"

The wind and snow suddenly turned violent! Bai Yujun used all his strength to hold the dragon spear in front of him with both hands. The orb on his head was dazzling with light. He even used too much force and the fangs in his small mouth grew longer, taking the shape of half a man and half a dragon...

The young monk still smiled and slowly moved his white palm forward.

Bai Yujun leaned forward to hold on to the dragon spear, his feet carved two deep grooves in the snow and kept retreating. His white hair was blown by the wind, his eyes glowed red, and the dragon spear screamed, and his arms trembled.

So strong! It’s the first time in eight hundred years that I’ve fought against a Mahayana monk, especially when he’s a big shot who’s been famous for a long time but hasn’t ascended. That old man, the King of Wisdom in the sky, is fake, he’s the real one!

Even with the help of the blizzard weather and the two treasures left behind by the dragon, it was still difficult to resist. After all, my own cultivation was still too weak to fully exert the power of the two treasures.

High in the sky, Master Chunyang Palace and the Mahayana monks of Western religions were restraining each other...

Under the ice tower, Bai Yujun couldn't control his form and revealed his dragon's tail. The orb above his head was shining brightly, as if he was resisting the opponent's soul attack.

Yelled angrily.

"snowstorm!"

Rumble~! Black clouds and thunder were falling violently in the eye of the storm. Thunder was extremely rare in the snow. Lightning struck the ground and the ice exploded, causing snowflakes to scatter. At the same time, ice of all sizes and sizes kept hitting the King of Wisdom!

The young monk still kept smiling, the lightning strayed and fell aside, and the ice cubes turned into ice and snow powder and flew away when they came within two feet of him...

Bai Yujun didn't know whether he was strong and calm or really calm. No matter what, he had to go all out.

With the help of the blizzard weather and the two magical weapons, he was able to withstand it, and when the young monk took a step forward, Bai Yujun suddenly felt the huge force suppressing him and sliding backward again.

I secretly wonder why I haven’t come out yet...

At this moment, a sword suddenly fell from the sky!

Buzz~

The shining ancient sword plunged into the snow, and then spread a semicircular energy field around the center of the sword. King Wisdom, who raised his palm forward, frowned and was forced to take a few steps back by the aura.

Bai Yujun was exerting all his strength, but the strength disappeared in vain. He was unable to react and almost fell down.

He looked up and saw that the sword would not be forgotten even if he died. It was a token of the master left by Li Xiangyan who ascended to the immortal world. An elegant figure fell from the sky, wearing a Taoist robe and a jade crown, and white hair on the temples. He slowly fell to the sword and stood next to it.

"Chu... leader?"

A Bai was stunned, and even the orb between the dragon's horns paused.

Chu Zhe's smile is as bright as the spring breeze, always giving people the impression of a handsome gentleman, which is also the style of Yuxu that has been passed down for countless years.

"Junior sister Bai, I'm here."

"Ha~ Thank you for your help, Master~ I'm going to eat~"
Chapter completed!