Xianlu

Chapter 517

The scenery of the Northland, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

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 sacred seat held high, the top and bottom are white, only the feet of the palace are piled with heads.

These heads were bloodshot, frozen in ice crystals, and the blood was still bright and glaring. The two largest heads, one was a fish head and the other was a crocodile head, the size of a building.

And stepping on these heads was a woman dressed in white and with crystal-clear hair. She was walking on the highest point of the palace, surrounded by 36 rosettes spreading out all over her body. She was looking up at the south, waiting what.

Not long after, there was a whistling sword sound, flying from the sky like thunder, which could be heard dozens of miles away.

The sound of the sword sounded from the southwest direction of the palace, streams of light emerged, gathered together and moved, forming a winding dragon, rampant in the sky, causing the people on the island to look up uncontrollably .

It wasn't until they flew to the range of the huge iceberg that the group of lights suddenly dispersed, leaving only a cyan-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-purple light froze, it was a flying sword as delicate as a dragon, in the flickering light of the sword, a figure walked from the light of the sword, and bowed to the woman in front of the palace:
"Refer to the temple master, the rogue cultivators rioting in the west have been wiped out, and I am here to return!"

While the figure was talking, as soon as he waved his hand, the long sword behind him screamed, and he spit out human heads, as many as hundreds, many of them had souls hidden in their heads, and they were not dead yet, so they opened their mouths, giggling yelled:
"Hate! Hate! Slut, bitch, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"Let me go, let me go! I am willing to be a ghost and a slave, driven by the Bone Alliance!"

The screaming resounded on the top of the iceberg, and finally caught the attention of the woman in white, and she turned her gaze away from the south.

The woman in white turned her head and glanced at the hundreds of heads: "Want to be a ghost?"

The woman indifferently ordered: "Cannibal blood sacrifices, those who violate my covenant, don't give them the chance to be ghosts, build a temple at the foot of the mountain, ignite their souls, and burn for at least seven to forty-nine days."

"Then all the Taoists who surrendered after the incident were handcuffed, and let them take care of the Jingguan. If there is a shortage of heads in the Jingguan, new heads will be taken from them and put into the Jingguan."

Hearing the words of the woman in white, the figure formed by the flickering sword light was a little dazed, but what surprised him was not the cruel behavior in the woman's mouth, but something else.

The figure first responded in one gulp: "Yes, I will abide by the decree of the Lord Guan." Then hesitantly, he said:

"Among the more than two hundred heads, four were foundation builders, thirty were at the late stage of qi refining, and the rest were at the level of qi refining... Although it is a small dish, but the master will refine them into the Bone Dao Soldiers. Gain, why such a waste?"

The woman in white didn't answer his words, but looked to the south again, walked in the air, and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.

The snowflakes are as big as a hand, and they are covered with just one piece.

The woman said: "The north of the West Sea is getting colder and colder."

The figure of Jian Guang heard it and thought for a while: "Yes, when we first arrived in the West Sea, although Haibei was cold, it has not yet reached this point. Now only a few decades have passed, and the northern islands are gradually frozen, and the only remaining spiritual veins are also cut off. Ordinary people, even Taoists can hardly survive in it. If it weren’t for me, Baigu Island, which can move the whole island, it is estimated that I will have to change my foothold every ten years.”

The woman's expression finally changed, and she said, "I don't know how long this West Sea can last."

The two of them seemed to be discussing something difficult, Jian Guang figure 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? This matter should only be worried about Yu Yuan, Haimeng, and other miscellaneous fish. You and I are not even qualified to worry about it." None, can't see that time."

She made a tactic lightly, and a spiritual light emerged from each onion finger, flicked towards the figure of Jian Guang, and cast a spell.

Jianguang figure's body swayed suddenly, and retreated involuntarily, until he retreated into the blue and purple long sword

"I've said that you don't need to be too cautious, save more soul power, and less leave the magic weapon."

The Qingzi long sword trembled endlessly, conveying the voice of the figure just now, with a chuckle: "I haven't had a good life for a few years, why don't you come out more to get some air?"

Hearing the sound of the sword, the expression of the woman in white was no longer cold, and she laughed lightly: "What fellow Taoist said is extremely true."

She said: "Since this is the case, I will tell you one thing."

The sword sounded again: "The Lord, please tell me."

"Da Suo Xihai, looking for..." The woman in white narrowed her eyes slightly, then changed her words:

"Guangfa'Lun Dao Tie', there are [-] islands in the West Sea, and there can be no one left. Let me say that I hate to marry, and within ten years, I will choose young and outstanding people to become Taoist couples and entrust the foundation. Anyone who arrives within ten years, No matter how much cultivation you have, whether you are handsome or ugly, or even how ordinary you are, you can try it, and you should be seen by me."

She paused, and then said again: "If there is no one who is satisfied in ten years, I will also wear the Fengguan Xiapei. At the end of ten years, I will choose the strongest among them and entrust the foundation."

Ziqing Feijian listened, as if stunned, and didn't respond for a while.

The woman in white then stood with her hands behind her back, and said clearly:

"Zhuang Bufan, do you understand?"

The voice fell.

On the Bone Ice Mountain, there was a strong new wind, which raised clouds and fog, and beat the white Taoist robe on the woman's body to the sound of hunting.

The woman looks south and stands tall, her grace is like ice.

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To the east of the West Sea, where the climate is hot.

Xu Dao stayed in Jin Shisan's study, not only read the news about Baigu Island, but also read all the news in the study related to the situation in the West Sea and other forces of all sizes.

This made him understand the current situation in Xihai quite immediately, and even his expression became extremely serious, without the frivolity and laziness of these days.

Jin Shisan was surprised, she didn't care about the mess in the study, but thought that Xu Dao had discovered something important, and her little face became tense.

But when he saw a post in Xu Dao's hand clearly, Jin Shisan's expression was astonished, his eyes widened, and he said, "The Taoist priest also wants to be a son-in-law?"

She couldn't help complaining: "My foundation in Platinum Island is a little small, but I don't need to look at other people's eyes."

On the post that Xu Dao held in his hand, there were four big characters written on it: "Bones Talking about Tao".He read it several times over and over again, with a surprised and complicated expression on his face.

The post was sent to Platinum Island three years ago, and it has accumulated dust for a long time. Counting the time of sending the post in the middle, the post conference has been held for more than five years.

(End of this chapter)