snow every week

Chapter 62

The big formation was opened, and because of the barrier, even the soaring light beams did not exist in the eyes of people outside the barrier. Fortunately, Song Yuan passed through several levels with Luo Puyun and the cloak, and finally came in .

Buzhou Mountain is located at the border, it is late spring at this time, but it is still covered with white snow, Song Yuan avoids people's tracks, and moves forward carefully, fortunately, it is not as cold as the high place, and the wind and snow are not as harsh.

Yujian was very risky, so he stepped on the sword and slid close to the ground. The white clothes were invisible in the snow, and the wind and snow had never passed through the bodyguard to hit his face with golden light, but that face was still icy white, with a very indifferent expression. .

He doesn't have any confidence in his mind, and he is still calm now, it can only be said that he doesn't show his feelings.

He didn't think about anything else, he didn't know what to do, he just wanted Xuexue's face, he thought about his alien husband, he wouldn't let Xuexue die alone in this mountain of encounters.

What a golden core can do, anyone remaining on this mountain can kill him on the spot.

The lowest area around the valley is also guarded by deacons and elders, but Song Yuan doesn't have to worry too much about it.

Because what they want to destroy is this Buzhou Mountain, where many spirit beasts live.

On the first day, Song Yuan entrusted a cold bird to tell the mammoths and snow wolves on the mountain that they should escape quickly. This is not a place for those human races who barged in arbitrarily and wanted to demolish the homes that the beasts lived on without saying a word. How could there be such a reason?

No beast would be willing to leave home for an unrealistic dream of human beings. The unique snow-capped mountain environment makes them far stronger than humans.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, but it wasn't because the ceremony started. Beside the snowdrifts and rocks, under the snow in the canopy of the trees, beast heads gushed out densely, those that ate grass roots, those that drank blood, and pairs of bloodshot green eyes, all in unison. He stared at the guard here.

Especially the group of snow wolves in the front row stared at him for a moment, opened their mouths and growled lowly, their snow-white fangs made people shudder.

"Wh... what? How come there are so many..." The guard kept backing away, until he saw a hair burst out of the group of beasts that seemed to be quite large in size. The silver wolf.

It rolled up in a rather funny posture, and stopped the car with its hairy face. It might feel ashamed, and then stood up after a pause. Shaking its hair, it was a mighty little wolf with good spirits.

It looked at the powerful-looking human race covered in golden light on the opposite side, twisted its two round white eyebrows in disgust, took a deep breath of ice aura, puffed up its cheeks, pinched its paws on the ground, and stretched its hairy hair with all its strength. The wolf's mouth, from that small body, let out a roar that shook the sky, and the air wave brought up several icicles.

"Roar--"

Following this roaring roar, the three sides of the valley echoed one after another with thick animal roars, and the guard took a step back, his face almost pale.

This is, they are under siege.

Spirit beasts are not rare, and they are full of treasures. If you can meet one in a non-dangerous land, even Master Zhao will definitely take it down.

So no one has ever known how to face such a beast tide.

How many spirit beasts can a senior monk fight?

In terms of ability, most of the truly powerful people in the world are now in the valley, and most of the spirit beasts in front of them are even enlightened.

In terms of faith, how can being guarded by people compare to the anger of spirit beasts that have lost their homes?

The guard was terrified immediately, and immediately blew his whistle to ask other elders in the valley to come to help, but he didn't even think about it, and the leading group of snow wolves had already launched a charge, rushing towards them swiftly.

Stretched left and right, hard to guard against, the watchman was submerged in the beast tide in the blink of an eye, blood spatters could be seen occasionally, it was hard to tell whether it was his blood or the beast blood gushing out, splashing on the snow, it was extremely bright red.

In order to hunt, most of the beasts on the snow mountain have white fur. Among the large and small gray or white hairs, occasionally a few faster ones are ignored. The mammoth and other spirit beasts are so big that they approach Time seems to cover the sky and the moon.

Even if it's a human race who is gliding with a sword on the ground.

Song Yuan snatched a struggling little wolf from under the legs of a tall and strong mammoth, hugged its two paws with one hand, flicked its forehead with the other hand and laughed: "The young patriarch forgot what Daddy said? Uncle fights!" I can't care about you when I get up."

The little wolf was stunned, seeing him, he stopped immediately, grinned embarrassedly, showing his ragged baby teeth: "Ma'am, I didn't forget, I just want to... have a look, what did I say?" Sometimes you can be like dad... amazing."

Song Yuan shook his head and smiled, found a far away, taller boulder on the back, and put it down: "Daddy was not so tall at the beginning, you just wait here, the stone will block it for you when the avalanche avalanches, Don't be afraid, and don't watch your uncle fight anymore."

The little wolf didn't quite understand, but he also nodded, and asked anxiously, holding up his two paws: "Madam, tell me, will we... win?"

Song Yuan was silent, stroked its forehead, and said: "I don't know, maybe, no one will win."

"Just run away, young patriarch, run away quickly."

******

"Report, a group of crazy spirit beasts came from somewhere outside, and now they have surrounded us."

"Spiritual beast?" The elder of the Tianxin Sect who was in charge looked at the other three sects and asked, "Can you still hold it?"

"Back to the elders, this is the habitat of spirit beasts, and they are blessed with wind and snow. There seem to be a few high-level spirit beasts giving orders in the herd, and the guards are really hard to support."

Several elders immediately looked at each other in blank dismay.

"I'm afraid that the movement of the emperor just now awakened these monsters. Anyway, Daoist Shuangyu, we'd better go to support as soon as possible."

"It's not too late. Dongfang is stationed for me, and the old man will take a step first."

They arrived slowly after all, the side already guarded by a deacon elder was the first to be attacked by the herd of beasts, Song Yuan took advantage of this opportunity to quickly sneak into the valley.

But at the moment he entered the valley, the earth trembled violently, and the peaks around the valley seemed to tremble too. The colorful beams of light faded down one after another, and the wind and snow all fell in an instant, and there was no source anymore. The sky showed a clear, pale color.

With a deafening "boom", everything returned to silence.

In such a complete silence, Song Yuan's hands and feet were cold. He continued to walk forward, and finally arrived at the destination he had planned all the way, but saw the pattern of red magic circles all over the ground. Those complicated totem patterns could call him This humble monk with a low level of cultivation has a headache.

He finally saw the human snake that he was thinking about, his face was raised, his pupils shrank and trembled due to the shock, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito.

"Snow Snow..."

Huge body towering into the sky, only the visible black scale tail and the naked upper body visible from the head can prove its identity.

Like a beautiful statue reaching to the sky came to life, exuding the luster of divinity, each scale is the size of Song Yuan's body, just right, this valley can accommodate a section of his coiled snake tail.

All the people sitting in the town are famous and powerful, with their legs crossed and their eyes closed, with a solemn expression, as if even if Song Yuan broke in, he would be nothing more than an insignificant insect.

Indeed, his cultivation base is too low, he is clearly close at hand, but he can't take a step closer.

Xuexue moved.

At the first collision, the peaks of the snow-capped mountains were broken, and the trees and stones rolled down in a mighty way. The earthquake in Kyushu caused ordinary people to mistake it for a natural disaster.

Song Yuan stood there without moving. He was so confused that he even suspected that this was fate.

A boulder two people wide almost fell on top of his head, but was smashed into pieces by a flying horizontal sword.

"Song Yuan!"

He turned around and saw a familiar face from a distance.

Master.

No, not Master.

The flying sword protected the roof, and the dancing sword light illuminated Song Yuan's face time and time again, but could not illuminate his pupils.

"You saw it," Yu Hanling walked slowly, "this is how things are in the world, and no one can escape."

"He can't hear your voice, and he won't feel it. The eight powers can manipulate each part of his body separately. For him, this is a relief."

Song Yuan looked at him, his worried eyes suddenly burst out with hatred. He drew out his sword and pointed it at Yu Hanling for the first time.

"Liberation... You lied to him, there is no survival at all, no happiness, you blackmail him with me, you lied to him."

Yu Hanling was not bewitched, so he was still the most powerful sword master in the world, and easily blocked his moves: "It's his own choice. If he doesn't feel emotional, he can live a free life."

Hating too many people is not called hatred. Song Yuan stopped his sword, and suddenly threw it away, Ren Yuhanling's sword pointed at his neck.

"You killed me," he said.

Yu Hanling was extremely disgusted to realize that something had controlled his mind again, and he said, "I won't kill you."

"You are my disciple, forever."

There was only ice in the disciple's watery eyes: "But I never regarded you as a master."

He paused every word: "I really did admire you."

The lie was the same as the one when he stabbed him earlier, knowing that, Yu Hanling's heart beat violently.

Song Yuan stared at him, his eyes seemed to pass through him, and he seemed to be talking to him. Seeing his pupils trembling slightly, he even showed a mocking smile: "If you don't kill me, I will die too, so don't lie."

"But you know who I'm talking about."

Yu Hanling closed his eyes, quickly approached him, and forced him to avoid a giant tree falling on the top.

The instinctive action caused him to lose the next step.

Song Yuan didn't even show any fear, and let him lead himself up the snow cliff that hadn't collapsed yet.

Yu Hanling finally regained his body and threw him heavily on the ground, allowing Song Yuan to see clearly the current state of the snake.

It can be seen from a distance that the once snow-white bare chest of the human snake is now only a lonely pale skeleton, with reddish-brown rotten flesh sticking to it, the internal organs pulsating gently, and almost the entire upper body is completely rotten.

"If it wasn't for you...you rushed in rashly, but never asked if anyone expected it, he or someone else, how could it be reduced to such a point?" Yu Hanling felt his heart tightened again when he said this. How much, but he doesn't care at all, as long as he is happy, "You are self-righteous, how precious do you think your love is? It's just a poison that kills people, a bad medicine that deceives people's minds."

"Ridiculous..." It's ridiculous and some people are still happy with it.

Halfway through Yuhan's speech, the human snake suddenly turned around, and once again hit the shoulder blades with exposed bones into the sky.

The snow cliff collapsed.

How difficult is it to find a person in white in the rolling white snow?

"Call the sword!"

Of course, you can call the Spirit Sword to save him.

But what if he doesn't want to?

He wants to fall, why does he want to die?

In the snow stream, Song Yuan smiled slightly.

Just like seven years ago, if he died in the snow smoothly, he was considered a worthy death.

Just like when the age is right, like a lucky old man, he died happily.

Die with those who have been with you all your life.

Then he stopped falling.

Instead, it fell into a piece of cold, endless slow air.

Like a long-lost reunion embrace.

"Shu Ji!" The person who spoke with his eyes closed immediately reprimanded, "You..."

"Really Li, please open your eyes, or try to see if you can exercise." The female voice was still in shock, but immediately replied.

movement... can't move...

Li Zhenren, who spoke first, opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that the other seven powers had already opened their eyes, and they all looked into the sky.

He couldn't help but follow blindly, and then his pupils trembled, na na didn't know what to say.

"This this..."

But seeing the human snake controlled by them like a puppet, suddenly look back in the sky, the eyebrows of the gods are not moving, the right palm that was originally controlled by Xiu Ji protrudes downward like a shock, and it is hard to see due to its size. The gentleness of achievement gently embraces the snow rushing down the collapsed snow cliff.

The fine white snow slipped away from between his huge fingers, but it seemed that something had already fallen into his palm, which made the unmoving brows also reveal strange satisfaction.

But in that palm, there is actually nothing.