Seeing that the vast majority of people had already stepped on the wind and snow, they began to dance with knives and swords, and Lian Zimiao, who was sitting on the stool, leaned his body slightly to his left side, supported his temple with his left hand, and at the same time lifted his right foot and stepped on the stool.

It is completely different from the previous sitting in the front position, and there is a sense of relaxation everywhere on the body.

This situation and this scene are all created by one thing.

Plum Blossom Jade Mirror Garden!

Blinking, the corners of Lian Zimao's lips curled. Fingers play with the untamed strand of purple hair on his forehead.

It is a spiritual gate.

Quality...... Not identifiable.

This thing seems to be something outside the sky, even if Master Wujiang and Master Lixue join forces, they have not surrendered it.

It is buried under Mangshan Mountain and is shaped like a courtyard. Deeply connected with the earth, the spiritual power cannot be communicated, and the blood cannot be recognized.

At one time, it was believed that it did not belong to the category of magic weapons at all.

This thing has its own kind of charm, which can make people who enter the realm of Mangshan see plum blossoms and wind and snow in the time of half a pillar of incense, and then fall into an indescribable artistic conception.

Craving...... Catharsis.

Therefore, the butterfly of the sand, after smelling the snow, will exert the ultimate fire power. The south will confess to the purple ring with poetry.

In fact......

They all got the spell.

It's not a mental attack, it's not an illusion suppression, it's a kind of dreamlike control.

It is conceivable that once the disobedient knives step into the snow, it is very likely that they will wield the sword technique of Master Lixue in a state of eagerness to break through themselves!

Right!

That's it!

As soon as he thought of this, Lian Zimao's dark eyes flashed with the light of a ghost animal.

Knives and knives, expose them obediently!

Senior brother is waiting for you to weep bitterly and admit your mistakes, is a hundred times of reward enough? If you don't have enough, two hundred!

"Tiny! Little! ”

The handsome nerd, holding the torn sleeves of his shirt in his hand, walked aimlessly in the wind and snow.

His heart was a little flustered.

Only when he stays by Zhenxiao's side, his condition will be stable, at most occasionally his heart beats faster and his ears burn better, but he suddenly loses her trace. I felt in vain that my soul was in chaos, and my consciousness that was finally clear was about to be torn apart in the ups and downs of manic mood.

"Xiaoxiao, where have you been? Didn't you say yes...... Do you go anywhere together? ”

Quite aggrieved.

Xiao Porridge got tired of walking, squatted on the ground, and began to draw small ones in the snow with his fingers.

A little, two little......

Five little ones, really small ones don't come yet......

Looking at the four villains on the ground, Xiao Congee's expression suddenly lit up, and Xiao Xiao's advice to himself before parting sounded!

"No matter what, you must go to the peak sect of Dongling!"

That's right!

Xiao Congee raised her head with a determined expression.

"Xiaoxiao must have gone to the Spirit Gate and the East Hall, waiting for me to find her!"

His eyes swept across the reckless wind and snow, and Xiao Congee's gaze quickly locked on his feet, jumped high without hesitation, and then punched forward!

Boom!

Splashing rocks, at this moment, the wind, snow and plum scenery that shrouded the entire Mangshan Mountain were distorted for a moment.

Stretch out your right hand to the ground, scratch and scratch.

Just as before, in the wet and dark medicinal forest of the Seven Leaves Valley, the Seven Leaves Ding was scooped up from the ground, and soon, the small porridge porridge was in the snow, and a palm-sized, delicate small garden toy was fished out.

Such...... You can go to the top sect, right?

Think of it this way.

Grabbed the small toy from the ground, the flying snow and red plums around suddenly disappeared, and the exquisite courtyard flashed clearly, directly submerging into the eyebrows of the small porridge.