Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

The heavy snow is falling, and it will only rest in March.

In a short period of time, tens of millions of people died.

Wen Song looked out through the empty door, and saw a bronze bird-striking bell hanging from the corner of the cornice, jingling as the wind swayed.

Just like the long chirping of birds reverberating in this dark sky, it also became more decayed.

No one expected that the snow would stop so silently. Wen Song looked at the heavy sky and said in a low voice: "Su Su, the snow has stopped."

Yin Su couldn't see the scene outside, so when he heard Wen Song's words, he couldn't help being stunned, "Stop?"

Wen Song let out a "hmm".

Hearing this, Yin Su not only didn't feel relaxed, but... became even more uneasy, as if something flashed in his mind, but you couldn't grasp it, and finally had to let it dissipate.

His lips were tightly pressed together, and because the lip line was too tight, the two pale lips were pressed with blood. After a long while, he opened his mouth, "Do you still remember when you entered the stupa? The one with the key?"

"Remember," Wen Song said, moving his gaze to the man not far away from him.

"Without the cover of snow, it is very beneficial to Xianmen. In the end, no matter whether we win or lose, those of us who are locked here will become their constraints," Yin Su's voice was deep and very Jing, "So we must pass the news out of the pagoda, and we must not startle the snake."

"But to spread the news, the key is indispensable," Wen Song continued Yin Su's words.

"Yes."

Wen Song's heart beat slightly, "I... have a try."

Yin Su lowered his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said, "If I can't get the key, after ten days, I will break the restriction on my body."

At that time, even if the two of them lift all the restrictions on the disciples imprisoned in the pagoda, facing the hundreds of people inside the pagoda and the guards outside the pagoda, there is almost no chance of winning.

Wen Song was naturally aware of the consequences, he looked at the man carrying the key again from the corner of his eye, and said "OK".

The two stares made the man beside him turn his head. He looked at Wen Song and asked him what was the matter with his eyes.

Wen Song was stared at by him, and his breathing fluttered for a moment, he knew it was because he was too nervous, he thought about it, moved his steps, and walked to the man, "Thank you, fellow daoist, for giving me the elixir on the flying boat. "

The man said blankly: "It's a panacea given by the envoy."

"But you are the one who gave it to me." Wen Song pursed his lips into a slight smile, "It is said that the favor of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring. Although my cultivation is not high, I can still repay what I can do." One or two."

The man was noncommittal to Wen Song's forced repayment, "It's up to you."

Wen Song touched his arm with his elbow.

The man looked at him sideways, with some puzzlement in his eyes.

Wen Song touched the tip of his nose, "I don't know your friend's name yet."

The man said: "Seventeen."

"Brother Seventeen," Wen Song called out lightly, as if the two had gotten to know each other by a name.

The man didn't respond, but he didn't stop either.

With the first contact, it will not be so difficult in the future.

The next day.

Wen Song moved to Shiqi's side again, "Brother Shiqi."

Seventeen asked him, "What's the matter?"

"The pagoda is a bit cold," Wen Song asked casually, "Brother Seventeen, what is his cultivation level, won't he be cold?"

"The ninth floor of the golden core, it won't be cold when you run your spiritual power at full strength." Shi Qi glanced at Wen Song's pale face, his eyes were a little strange, as if wondering why he, a monk on the fifth floor of the foundation, was still alive.

Wen Song didn't notice his eyes. When he heard the sentence of the ninth level of Jindan, he curled his fingertips, "Then your cultivation base is so high."

"Ah."

"Where did Brother Seventeen practice? Is he also in the cave?"

"Ah."

"I don't think other people are too cold. Are they also high?"

"It doesn't count, it's just a golden core."

Wen Song: "..."

He also seems to be just what he says.

Just as he was about to ask something else, an impatient voice suddenly came from beside him, "Shut up."

Wen Song turned his eyes and saw that the speaker's face was extremely tough, his high browbones were pressed down, and his tired eyes were looking straight at him.

Wen Song looked back at him and snorted, "There is no rule that you can't talk here, so why do you tell me to shut up?"

The man squinted and looked over, "It's just because my cultivation level is higher than yours."

Wen Song asked him, "Is there a golden core nine stories high?"

"No."

Wen Song folded his arms and said: "Brother Seventeen was also talking just now, and I didn't see you scolding him. I think you are clearly bullying and fearing hard."

After saying that, he patted Shiqi's arm, "Really, brother Shiqi?"

Seventeen who got involved inexplicably: "..."

He glanced at the two choking people, and waved at the other.

The man was somewhat reluctant, but his cultivation level was less than seventeen, and his status was naturally inferior, so he didn't say more.

Shi Qi pressed Wen Song who was still about to speak, "You go back too."

"Oh."

When he returned to his position, Wen Song was even more worried. The people on this floor were all golden cores, and they would definitely not be able to grab them...

Wen Song's eyebrows were knotted, not knowing what to do.

When they were trapped in the pagoda, Xianmen launched a complete counterattack.

While rushing to aid the affiliated cities, they made plans to besiege each other, and the initial effect was extremely remarkable.

The woman responded immediately. She transferred all the demon cultivators from other sects to the Yueling gate and asked them to catch Wen Song.

The main battlefield of the two sides has become the subsidiary place of Yuelingmen.

By this time, the major immortal sects had already known the people behind the scenes, and all the magic tools and talismans they used were aimed at demon cultivators.

More and more fierce battles brought more and more deaths, but this battle could not stop no matter what, because it had already accumulated too much hatred.

Yun Chen looked at the smear of red in the sky, as if seeing the scene of blood-stained mountains and rivers thousands of years ago, "The magic cultivator has crossed the line."

Yin Weizhi asked: "Is it only the magic cultivator who crosses the boundary?"

Shen Yu raised his eyes, "What does Wei Zhi mean?"

"Obviously there is Jingyin Temple sitting on Fengdu Cliff, but why is there no news about it? It was the same last time. The cliff was covered with the blood of my orthodox monks," Yin Weizhi said calmly, but the meaning in the words was different. Hidden and turbulent, "Should the Five Great Immortal Gates go to Jingyin Temple to take a look and see what this Buddhist temple that has guarded Fengduya for thousands of years looks like."

Several people were silent for a moment, and did not respond immediately, because Yin Weizhi was talking about the five great immortal sects. Once this decision was made, it meant a formal war with the demon world. The consequences are too heavy and need to be carefully considered.

Yin Weizhi's tone was extremely cold, "I know that you don't want to repeat the bloody battle of ten thousand years ago, but the fact is: the devil world doesn't want to stop."