And outside of Ling Tianyun's guest room, there were also a few snowmen. There were two people lying on the roof, four people in front of the house and four people in the back of the house, and they were covered in heavy snow covered with goose feathers. But they didn't move, like a sculpture.

Ling Tianyun's whole body was already covered in the white snow, and the goose-feather-like snow flying in the air was blown away by the wind, and the open window was like a tide. On the windowsill, the ground was covered with snow, and in a moment it had accumulated into layers.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and the city of Lanzhou almost became a snow city. It was all covered in snow, and the snow illuminated the night of Arashiju Castle.

At this time, Ling Tianyun was in a delicate state, his breathing was like nothing, a state of continuous breathing. His mind was ethereal, completely oblivious to the fact that he was covered in snow. And his divine consciousness was in the middle of an infinite starry sky.

The stars in the sky shimmered like pearls embedded in the vast sky, magnificent and magnificent. However, Ling Tianyun felt that he was in the middle of this endless starry sky, and a trace of beautiful light flashed out from above those stars, gradually flowing into his body.

An indescribable comfort surged to his whole body, and he only felt that a stream of air in the dantian was shuttling, flowing all over his body in an instant. The aura grew louder and louder, from the beginning of meekness to ferocity. As the air currents passed through him for a week, the speed began to increase, and his body began to take it anymore, and his whole body began to become hot.

And the beautiful starry sky began to blur again, gradually disappearing slowly, and suddenly turned into chaos, Ling Tianyun felt endless oppression, overwhelming him in that chaos without any light. Suddenly, he felt his blood vessels expand, and the blood in his whole body boiled, almost bursting out.

Depression, rage, and anger filled his brain, and he almost wanted to scream, but he couldn't. And this endless chaos began to change again, turning into a blood-red battlefield. Endless killings, blood splattered everywhere, and tragic noises were repeated.

Ling Tianyun was even more excited when he saw this blood-red battlefield, and a bright red glow suddenly appeared in his eyes. The red glow continued to expand in his eyes, turning his eyes completely blood-red. An eerie light shot out of his eyes.

Ling Tianyun's furious hair flew and he roared at the sky, like a demon god returning from the battlefield.

"Boom",

In the Zhongshan Martial Arts Dojo in Lanzhou City, there was a loud noise in a guest room. The loud bang resounded like an explosion in the silence of the snowy night.

The snow on Ling Tianyun's body suddenly exploded and shot out in all directions. The whole room was full of splashing and falling snow, but Ling Tianyun opened his eyes at this moment. A flash of red glint flashed in his eyes, and then it returned.

"What a powerful exercise." Ling Tianyun secretly thought that this was the Mahayana Heart Sutra, the supreme internal strength of Buddhism passed on to him by the old monk, and had some acquaintance with the root of Taoism: "Human Law Earth, Earth Law Heaven, Heaven Law Dao, Tao Law Nature". Pay attention to everything according to nature, and turn the aura of heaven and earth into your own use.

He hurriedly exercised his breath and found that there was nothing abnormal in his body, but he felt that the breath in his dantian seemed to be a little bigger. If you continue to refine this mental method like this, it should be easy to break through to the middle stage of the Inner Strength Realm. It's just that the mental method is too domineering, and every time I cultivate, it is more painful. And I feel more and more like I am the big devil in the illusion, is it really as the Buddhists say: if you don't become a demon, how can you become a Buddha? Of course, becoming a Buddha does not mean that you have to become a monk, but that you are in the realm of Buddhist martial arts.

Ling Tianyun smiled bitterly, and found that there were several warriors standing outside his window at some point, they were looking at him with strange eyes, presumably it was the noise he made just now that alarmed those who were watching him.

The warriors shook the snow off their bodies and didn't ask questions. Ling Tianyun didn't explain either, he didn't feel the need to explain. Since he was still in this house, those people would not make a move on him.

Zhong Huangyu had already returned to the martial arts arena and was drinking tea in the living room with Zhong Jianhong, the eldest young master of the Zhong family. There was a warrior who was telling him about Ling Tianyun's strange things.

"It doesn't matter, what kind of internal strength is this person cultivating, as long as he doesn't take a step in that room, don't worry about him."

Zhong Huangyu waved his sleeves and let the warrior go down. On the other side, Zhong Jianhong, who was tasting the tea, frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Hong'er, what do you gain from getting along with this son today." Zhong Huangyu took a sip of tea and asked his nephew beside him.

"This guy doesn't seem to have any worries, he doesn't feel like we're going to turn against him, and I always feel like he's got some cards that he hasn't shown. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so calm, I've tried him a few times, but he just doesn't get in. I also felt very strange and didn't know what his hole cards were. ”

Zhong Jianhong told Zhong Huangyu everything today, and also said the questions in his heart.

"This person has no fear, maybe it has something to do with the old monk, and the old monk will come the day after tomorrow. It is said that he also came with the 'Tianluo Holy Hand' Shi Yinggong, the world's first thief will also come to join in the fun, hehe, when the time comes, they will not come back. Don't think that my Zhong family is a soft persimmon, just pinch it if you want to. ”

Zhong Huangyu's eyes showed a gloomy gaze, and Zhong Jianhong was awe-inspiring in his heart. But Zhong Huangyu didn't notice that his nephew's mouth was slightly raised, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.

The dark nights of winter are always long, but the dark nights of heavy snow are even longer.

At this time, it was already time, but Ling Tianyun didn't feel any sleepiness at all. The snowflakes fluttering outside the window, and the whistling wind set off the silence in the dark.

Ling Tianyun sat on the bed, meditating, standing in front of the window just now and inadvertently entering that ethereal state, which made him gain a lot. He tried to calm his mind again, wanting to enter that state again, and he had already recited the mantra of the Mahayana Heart Sutra in his heart, but he couldn't get into the ethereal state just now. After meditating for about two quarters of an hour, it still had no effect, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh and gave up.

At this time, a white shadow blended into the wind and snow, and the white shadow flickered like a white ghost and came to the outside of the guest room where Ling Tianyun was.

The few warriors standing in the wind and snow did not notice the white shadow, and they all held on to their posts motionlessly.

A gust of wind blew again, and the wind swept over the fluttering snowflakes and the four samurai standing in front of the room. The four warriors only felt a cloud of snowflakes rushing towards them, and a chill hit them directly in their faces. It made their whole bodies tremble suddenly, and the chill instantly flowed through their bodies.

The hearts of the four of them froze, and a strong crisis surged into their hearts. This crisis lifted their spirits, and their eyes shot a sharp light, and they looked around without blinking, but they found nothing.

At this time, the intense crisis disappeared in a flash. Feeling the disappearance of the crisis, they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. When they all relaxed, they saw a white shadow flash, a stabbing pain under their necks that was not violent, and in an instant they felt a blur in front of them, their consciousness gradually dissipated, and their bodies fell limply.

The two warriors lying on the roof of the house looked stunned, and they immediately stood up, as a faint smell of blood suddenly penetrated their nostrils. They looked at each other and stood on the roof of the house facing the wind and snow, and when they opened their places, they found nothing. They looked to the back of the room and saw that the four of them were standing motionless and did not show anything unusual, and they looked at the front of the room again, and the same was true.

The two of them didn't notice anything unusual, but there was a puzzled look in their eyes, and they really smelled the smell of blood. If one person smells it and they think it may be a hallucination, but both people smell it at the same time, there is clearly an anomaly occurring.

Just as the two of them were wondering, the snowflakes in the sky became denser. And among the snowflakes flying in the sky, there seemed to be a white figure rolling towards them. They were about to speak loudly, but unexpectedly, there was a pain in their faces, and the two of them opened their mouths and could not make any sound at all. The two of them slowly landed on the roof, maintaining the position of lying on their stomachs at the beginning.

The flying snowflakes gradually faded, and a figure slowly dissolved from the snowflakes, holding a dagger as thin as a cicada's wings. The figure leapt from the roof of the room and pounced on the four samurai who were holding their posts behind the room.

Ling Tianyun didn't know when he fell asleep, he only felt that he smelled a faint smell of blood, his body seemed to be very sleepy, and he fell asleep on the bed.

In the early morning,

The sky finally cleared, and the snow finally stopped under the endless pouring of this night. It is rare that the sun is like a drunken old man, staggering from the east. The drunken blush was extraordinarily close, making the people in the city of Lanzhou get up earlier.

With a loud "bang",

Ling Tianyun was awakened by this loud noise, and he jumped off the bed with a sharp edge. Finding that the door of his living room was kicked open, several vicious men in strong suits walked in from the outside, including an old acquaintance of his, Zhong Tong. As soon as the group entered the house, they all came forward to surround him, and they didn't care about it, and there was fire in their eyes.

Looking at this group of fierce warriors, Ling Tianyun couldn't help frowning, he also knew that something big might happen, but he didn't know what happened.

"Brother Zhong, why is this?" He was confused, but he still had to ask. Seeing the seven or eight men who broke in, a murderous look appeared in his eyes, as if he was going to break his body into ten thousand pieces. Feeling those unkind eyes, my heart is also numb.

"Brother Ling, I slept well last night."

Zhong Tong did not reply directly to the other party's question, but asked him, as if there was something in the words.

"Brother Zhong, dare to ask what kind of trouble this is, the little brother is in prison, do you think the little brother can sleep peacefully. But everyone, is this fierce Zhong family going to convict the younger brother. ”

Ling Tianyun couldn't hear the meaning of the other party's words, but he was really surprised that he fell asleep in a daze last night. Under normal circumstances, no matter how sleepy you are, you will maintain a certain level of alertness. And last night, since I smelled the faint smell of blood, I fell asleep in a daze.

Thinking of the faint smell of blood last night, Ling Tianyun's face was shocked, if he couldn't guess what had happened, then he would be a real pig.

The four standing samurai in front of the room had long since stopped breathing, and their stiff bodies remained standing. The snow on the four stiff bodies had already been cleared, revealing a bright red line at the throat of the lower challot. The other six corpses were like this, with almost no wounds on their bodies except for a red line in their throats.

What killed them was the bright red line, and there was only a small amount of blood outside the red line, all of which were frozen into blood ice. The ten corpses were almost icemen.

Ling Tianyun looked at the ten cold corpses, and there was also a chill in his heart. He seemed to understand why the samurai had broken into the room in such a way that they thought they were the killers of the ten samurai.

"My brother was also plotted last night, but the way he died was not the same as these ten, and he was stabbed dozens of times all over his body."