Wuxin was shocked when he heard the words coming from the vast snow. He didn't know how to describe his own mood.

If Zhang Zichen is not the murderer, who will be the murderer?

There was heavy snow in the whole world.

The snow, which was originally dyed red by blood, was covered with a thick layer of white snowflakes, which made people fall into endless imagination.

A Zen stick emitting a light golden light penetrated into the snow, and the snowflakes could not get close to it, and were blown away by the breath of heaven on the Zen stick.

About twenty feet away from the Zen Staff, a monk wearing a tattered cassock had a pale face, sitting upright, and meditating with his eyes closed.

In the palm of the monk's hand, a small True Origin Stone is providing him with the spiritual energy needed by his body.

In fact, Wu Xin and Zhang Zichen didn’t know that they were both fooled by Changkong.

Changkong wanted to kill people and seize treasures, but he was afraid of the great emperor's power of the half cell in Zhang Zichen's heart, so he sent Wuxin, the four great Vajras and the eighteen bronze men to "do their way for heaven and kill evil spirits."

In fact, Changkong just wanted Wuxin and others to use the power of the emperor in Zhang Zichen's heart.

Sure enough, in the retreat valley of Xiao Leiyin Temple, Changkong was already furious.

"How could this happen!? How could this happen!?"

"Waste! A bunch of waste!"

"This Wuxin is really a waste. Why don't he die? He actually survived!"

This is a valley in Xiao Leiyin Temple, which is limited to a few monks above the Holy Lord's realm and above used to practice.

Most people are not allowed to get close to this place.

The valley is not big, only as big as a basketball court, but the space inside is infinite.

This is like a small jade box used to hold spiritual medicine and elixirs. The size of the jade box does not look large, but even a fairy elixir as big as a mountain can be filled with it as usual.

The valley is full of golden radiance and the power of Buddhism is strong. The strong laws of heaven and the nine-color spiritual energy are indeed very suitable for retreat practice.

At this time, there were only two people in the valley, one in the sky and the other in the sky.

Monk Changkong not only placed a tracking jade slip on Zhang Zichen's body, but also placed an illusion barrier on Wuxin, the four great vajras and the eighteen bronze men.

As long as Wuxin and others can see it, they can be teleported to Xiao Leiyin Temple through this illusion barrier.

Before, the battle between Wu Xin and Zhang Zichen was seen by Changkong and Xingkong, so Changkong was so angry that he was furious.

For fifty-five years, Changkong and others for fifty-five years!

Unexpectedly, he waited for news of Wuxin and others' failure, and Wuxin and others were defeated by a weak monk with a middle-level realm of the True Lord. This is really surprising.

"Wuxin, the four great Vajras and the eighteen bronze men are all waste! What's the use of raising them for so long?"

"Now there is one Wuxin left. He is still alive? Why don't he die? "

"A waste of fifty-five years!"

Monk Changkong kept murmuring from his mouth.

After a long time, when the air in Changkong subsided a little, Monk Xingkong took two steps forward, clasped his hands together, and Amitabha: "Junior brother, put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha, we should do our best to do our best to kill and seize treasures. If you continue like this, you will fall into the Buddha and will never look back!"

"If you fall into the Buddha, you will fall into the Buddha!" ​​Changkong snorted coldly, "I have been trapped in the late stage of the Holy Lord for a full 300,000 years. Not to mention the realm of the Great Emperor, I can't even enter the realm of the false emperor! If I continue like this, sooner or later, I will die of old age, and I don't want to die of old age! So, even if I fall into the Buddha, as long as I give me strength and life span, it will be worth it!"

"Senior brother, this fallen Buddha will make your soul eternal, and you will never be able to be reincarnated." Xingkong persuaded, "Junior brother, you have gone far enough! Let's look back now!"

"No! I won't look back!" Changkong was almost crazy, and the entire Xiao Leiyin Temple would probably not believe that their abbot had become such a terrifying madman.

The abbot Changkong, who was compassionate with virtue, saved people with Buddha, and was completely gone.

Inadvertently, a faint black mysterious aura rose in the valley.

This mysterious energy is rarely seen under the influence of golden light.

Suddenly, Changkong stared at Xingkong and frowned and asked, "Senior Brother, have you eaten Zhang Zichen's immortal pill?"

"This... hasn't..." Xingkong answered truthfully, "I'm going to hand over this immortal pill to Zhang Zichen. I don't want you to fall deeper and deeper with junior brother!"

"Senior brother, you... you are so angry!" Monk Changkong said angrily, "Hmph! Keep this immortal pill for yourself. Your cultivation has not improved for 100,000 years. I'm afraid you are more anxious than me. You will eat it one day sooner or later!"

"Mr. Abbot, I said, I won't eat it!"

"You can, you will!"

"Amitabha, junior brother, I don't want to argue with you about this topic."

The matter of the Immortal Pill ended with Monk Xingkong surrendering as the end.

However, the aura of the monk Changkong did not dissipate. His face was entangled for a few moments and suddenly said, "Eighteen bronze men died in battle, the four great kings died in battle, Wuxin failed. Junior brother, next, send the seventy-two rooms to deal with Zhang Zichen, and be sure to stimulate the power of the emperor in half of the cell in his body!"

When Xingkong heard that Changkong was going to send out the seventy-two rooms, he was stunned and said in a turmoil: "Junior brother, the four great Vajras and the eighteen bronze men are all dead. Do you still want the seventy-two rooms to die?"

"Hmph! These seventy-two rooms are much better than the four great Vajras and the eighteen bronze men!" Changkong smiled coldly, "As soon as the seventy-two rooms are out of their way, there is almost nothing that cannot be done!"

"No!" Xingkong was interrupted by Changkong just as he was about to refute.

"Senior brother, don't tell me what's wrong, otherwise I will pull the entire Little Leiyin Temple into the water. At that time, you will regret it!" Monk Changkong threatened.

"Hey!" Xingkong really had no choice but to sigh and retreat.

In the retreat valley, there was silence.

No one knew about this small quarrel that occurred in Xiao Leiyin Temple. Everyone in Xiao Leiyin Temple did not know about it. Zhang Zichen and Wuxin, who were billions of kilometers away, were even more unaware of it.

The vast snow-capped mountains are endless.

The wind was whistling, and two weak figures walked slowly in the wind.

Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei quickly found a small hill that could slightly block the wind and snow, sat down and began to practice.

Their bodies consume too much essence, blood and true qi, so they must replenish their spiritual energy in time.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Zichen directly took out a True Source Stone of more than 2,000 kilograms from the space ring.

As soon as the True Source Stone appeared, colorful light was lingering on the entire snow, and strange phenomena continued.
Chapter completed!