The scenery of the North is covered in ice and snow.
On top of a huge iceberg, there is a palace made of ice crystals, hidden at the end of the clouds and mist, like a raised divine throne. It is all white, except for the piles of heads at the foot of the palace's foundation.
These heads were bloodshot and frozen in ice crystals. The blood was bright and dazzling. The two largest heads, one was a fish head and the other was a crocodile head. They were as big as a building. They stared at each other as if they were not dead yet.
And standing on top of these heads was a woman dressed in white with crystal-clear hair. She was walking at the highest point of the palace, surrounded by thirty-six petals of rosettes. She was looking up at the south, not knowing where she was.
What are you waiting for?
Not long after, a swish of swords flew from the sky like thunder, and could be heard dozens of miles away.
The sound of swords sounded in the southwest of the palace, and streams of light emerged and moved in groups, forming a winding dragon that roamed wildly in the sky, causing the Taoist people on the island to look up.
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It wasn't until they flew to the area where the huge iceberg was that the light suddenly dispersed, leaving only a green-purple light at the tip that swooped down, first to the foot of the iceberg, then climbed up again, and flew to the palace on the top of the mountain.
The blue and purple light was fixed, and it was a flying sword as delicate as a swimming dragon. As the sword light flickered, a figure walked out of the sword light and bowed to the woman in front of the palace:
"Seeing the temple master, I've killed the riots among the scattered cultivators in the west. I've come here to revive them!"
As the figure spoke, he waved his hand, and the long sword behind him screamed, spitting out human heads, as many as hundreds. Many of them had souls hidden in them. They were not dead yet, so they actually opened their mouths and giggled.
Yelled:
"Hate! Hate! Bitch, bitch, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!"
"Let me go, let me go! I am willing to be a ghost slave and be driven by the Bone Alliance!"
Shouts echoed on the top of the iceberg, finally attracting the attention of the woman in white, who turned her gaze away from the south.
The woman in white turned her head and glanced at the hundreds of heads: "Want to ghost?"
The woman indifferently ordered: "Those who eat blood sacrifices and violate my covenant, don't give them the chance to become ghosts, build a temple at the foot of the mountain, ignite their souls, and burn them for at least seventy-seven forty-nine days."
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"Then bring in all the Taoists who surrendered afterwards and ask them to take care of the Jingguan. If there is a missing head in the Jingguan, take a new head from among them and build it into the Jingguan."
Hearing the words of the woman in white, the figure formed by the flashing sword light was a little startled, but what surprised him seemed not to be the cruel behavior mentioned by the woman, but something else.
The figure first agreed: "Yes, I will obey the order of the temple master." Then he hesitated and said:
"Among the more than 200 heads, there are four who are foundation builders, thirty who are in the late stage of Qi refining, and the rest are also at the Qi refining level... Although they are just a side dish, if the temple master refines them into the White Bone Taoist Arms, they can be somewhat successful.
Gain, why is it so wasted?”
The woman in white did not answer his words, but looked south again, walked through the air, and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.
The snowflakes are as big as your hand, and just one sheet is enough to cover everything.
The woman said: "It's getting colder and colder on the north side of the West Sea."
The figure of Jianguang heard this and pondered for a moment: "Yes, when we first arrived in the West Sea, Haibei was cold and bitter, but it had not yet reached this point. Now, only a few decades have passed, and the islands in the north have become increasingly frozen, and the only remaining spiritual veins have been cut off. Needless to say,
It is difficult for mortals, even Taoists, to survive in it. If my White Bone Island were not able to move the whole island, I would probably have to change our footing every ten years."
The woman's expression finally changed a little, and she said: "I don't know how long this Xihai can last."
The two of them seemed to be discussing something quite difficult. The figure with sword light frowned, not knowing what to say.
At this time, the woman in white changed the subject, looked suddenly, and said: "Why are you and I worried about this? Only Yu Yuan, Haimeng, and other miscellaneous fish should worry about this matter. You and I don't even have the right to worry." None, I can’t see that time.”
She gently kneaded the secret, and a spiritual light emerged from her green fingers. She flicked the figure with sword light and cast a spell.
The body of the figure in the sword light suddenly swayed, and he couldn't help but retreat until he retreated into the blue and purple sword.
"I told you that there is no need to be too cautious, save more soul power, and stay away from the magic weapon less."
The long purple sword trembled continuously, conveying the voice of the figure just now, with a chuckle: "You don't have a few years to live, why don't you come out and get some fresh air?"
Hearing the sound of the sword, the woman in white's expression no longer looked cold, but she also chuckled: "What the fellow Taoist said is true."
She said: "In that case, I will tell you something."
The sword roared again: "Master, please speak."
"Dasuo Xihai, looking for..." The woman in white narrowed her eyes slightly and changed her words:
"Guangfa's 'Taoist Post', one hundred and eight islands in the West Sea, not a single one can be left. Just say that I hate to marry, and will choose a young and talented person within ten years to become a Taoist couple and entrust the inheritance. Anyone who arrives within ten years will be Regardless of your level of cultivation, handsome or ugly appearance, or even ordinary people, you can give it a try, and you should be accepted by me."
She paused and then added: "If there is no satisfactory candidate within ten years, I will also wear the phoenix crown and harem, and at the end of the ten years, I will select the strongest among them and entrust the inheritance."
Ziqing Feijian seemed to be stunned when he heard this, and didn't react at all for a while.
The woman in white then stood with her hands behind her hands and said clearly:
"Zhuang Bufan, do you understand?"
The voice fell.
There was a strong wind blowing on the Bone Ice Mountain, raising clouds and fog, and blowing the white Taoist robe on the woman's body making a hunting sound.
The woman looks south and stands erect, her grace is like ice.
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To the east of the West Sea, the climate is hot.
Xu Dao stayed in Jin Shisan's study, not only reading the news about White Bone Island, but also going through all the news in the study about the situation in the West Sea and other large and small forces.
This made him immediately understand the current situation in Xihai, and his expression became extremely serious, no longer the frivolity and laziness he had been in these days.
Jin Shisan was surprised. She didn't care that the study was in a mess, but thought Xu Dao had discovered something important, and her little face became nervous.
But when he saw clearly the post in Xu Dao's hand, Jin Shisan's expression was astonished, his eyes widened, and he said, "The Taoist Master also wants to be a son-in-law who rides on a dragon?"
She couldn't help complaining: "My foundation on Platinum Island is a bit small, but I don't need to look at other people's eyes."
The post Xu Dao held in his hand had the four characters "The Bones of the Tao" written on it. He read it several times, with a look of astonishment and confusion on his face.
The post was sent to Platinum Island three years ago and has been gathering dust for a long time. Counting the time it took to send the post, the post conference has been held for more than five years.