As a stand-in, he ran away in a vest.

Yanyi Immortal Zong's Nanshanya gradually appeared in front of the two of them because of the fading of Jingzhe's new magic illusion. Now that Jingzhe woke up, he was so relieved that he didn't have to explain the other vest to his friend.

Only the slender green python was hanging on Jing Zhe's arm, looking at the other approaching aura very unwillingly.

Jing Zhe puts the small blue python into the spirit animal bag, Han Che Gu approached Jing Zhe, in the snowstorm, Han Chi Gu took Jing Zhe's hand very naturally.

Before the two of them entered the heart demon illusion, it was because they wanted to catch the demon soul. Now that the sky is full of wind and snow, the skill of [Frozen Thousand Miles] has obviously not dissipated.

Han Shigu transferred some of the spiritual power in his body to Jing Zhe, so as to prevent him from being injured by the skills that he could not control when he released it.

Also in order to clean up the demon soul better later.

"Jing Zhe, it seems that the two of us were not trapped in that illusion for long."

If it is longer, the effect of [Frozen Thousand Miles] should fade away.

Jing Zhe thought of the scene where his family's corpses reappeared in his illusion, even now that he was out of the illusion, he still felt a little sour in his heart: "Yes."

"My cultivation has loosened a bit. If I want to retreat for a period of time, I will be able to break through from Nascent Soul to Transformation God."

Han thoroughly focused on channeling Jing Zhe's spiritual power, when he heard Jing Zhe say this, his usually indifferent brows and eyes raised a touch of gentleness.

That's great.

Only by making progress together, as friends, can they go together for a longer time.

The character's bone-chilling body may be due to system reasons. Even if Zhou Jing allocates a part of his consciousness to control it, it is always higher than Zhou Jing's own body, because the character's body uses spiritual power and can Maximize the use of all spiritual power.

If it comes to mountains and swamps, it is even more powerful. Part of the spiritual power of mountains, rivers, and waters can be used wherever one sets foot.

Speaking of which, even Kong Fan, the most "useless" of the three characters, now has the title of "Buddha's Son" in Jialan Temple, and his cultivation can be regarded as a rapid progress.

Jing Zhe could only feel the meridians in his body, and the cool aura that had entered his body, but he didn't know what Zhou Jing, who was under the bone-chilling body, was thinking.

Until now, Jing Zhe still thinks that the bone-chilling cold is the main body, and that unlucky Zhou Jing is his avatar that he transformed into by some unknown method.

By coincidence, Jing Zhe suddenly raised his hand, and lightly touched the eyebrow on the right side of Han Chigu.

The bone-chilling eyebrows are high, and the eyebrows are as sharp as flying swords, flying straight into the temples, and the color is as black as the hair.

The monk in white looked at him suspiciously, Jing Zhe concealed the sudden fluctuation in his heart, and melted the snowflakes on his fingertips.

"It's okay, I just saw snowflakes floating on your face."

In the sky full of wind and snow, the two of them were so close together, and with the fact that the bone-chilling hand was holding Jing Zhe's wrist to pass the spirit energy for him, and with Jing Zhe's movement, anyone who saw it would feel that the two were in the same room. In the invisible aura, others cannot penetrate.

The fact that Kong Fan appeared in his heart demon's illusion, after all, left a shadow in Jing Zhe's heart.

But the location of the Buddhist cultivator is very far away. In the world of cultivating immortals, because the Buddhist cultivator represented by the Jialan Temple has practiced in closed doors for a long time, when many sects teach their disciples, they even directly omit the relevant aspects of Buddhist cultivation.

For example, in the Yanyi Immortal Sect of Jingzhe Institute, Zhou Jing omitted some things about Buddhist practice when he was in the big class during the Qi training period and the foundation building period. , was picked up by the big monk who gave the porridge.

Jingzhe thought to himself, after he had settled the matter of Lin Huixia and Moqi, he would go to Jialan Temple to look for the little monk Nakongfan to see what was going on.

To put it bluntly, because of the matter of Mohun Rongguang, Li Zhiyun of the Law Mountain put a sign on it, and he has a reputation of staying here in an upright manner.

The two of them fell into a hallucination on Nanshan Cliff because of the involvement of the demon soul, and Law Mountain sent two disciples to guard them.

The heavy snow covered thousands of miles because of the bone-chilling ice. After the two guarding disciples tried it once, they had no choice but to withdraw from the range of the snow field and watch the situation from afar.

This time passed a day and a night, and finally saw that the two of them had some movement and woke up. The two Law Mountain disciples were relieved.

only......

One of them patted the other on the shoulder, very puzzled: "What do you think these two people are doing? Aren't they already awake? Why haven't they come out yet?"

Another person brushed his hands away from his shoulders: "I don't know."

"Why do I feel that the two of them are weird? Come out quickly when you wake up! The heavy snow in there is freezing to death, and your spiritual power is so frozen that you can't use it, and you are still grinding there... ..Hey, look at that cold hand, is it another person's life gate?!!"

The person who spoke was just complaining at first, because it is too boring to watch the heavy snow here.But seeing the actions of the two of them clearly, this person was shocked.

The other person also turned his head in surprise, and looked at the disciple who was talking.

"We monks, how important is the gate of life? Why is the man in black so defenseless, exposing his gate of life to the cold hands?"

"Speaking of which, although we know of his existence, the man in black has been hiding in the dark and refused to show his figure. Looking at the current situation, is it possible that the two of them are closer than ordinary people? relation?"

The rather boring disciple took a careful look at his colleague, with a probing look in his eyes and tone: "Senior Brother Fang, I don't know your wrist...can you let me have a look?"

The disciple of Law Mountain who was called Senior Brother Fang by this cultivator: "Get lost."

In the end, after some discussions, the two decided that the conclusion of "intimate relationship" might be right.

When the bone-chilling cold finally transferred most of the spiritual power in his body to Jing Zhe, when he got out of the snow field, he and Jing Zhe met two disciples of Law Mountain. Three points of envious eyes.

For some reason, Jing Zhe understood what was going on in their hearts, but there was no need to explain the matter between him and his best friend to outsiders.

Zhou Jing is:? ? ?

Kong Fan woke up for a while, and he has figured out the situation. Since Kong Fan is already awake, Nian Zheng put down this uncle who is younger than himself, and then joined the attack fights.

Kong Fan recognized at a glance that the man was the black-robed monk who escaped from Jing Zhe, Hui Guang, Hui Xin, and Hui Ling.

The evil cultivator had no scruples in making a move, and many monks in monk's robes had already fallen on the ground.In Jialan Temple, there is a formation and the protection of the Buddha's light. There is nothing wrong with it. It's just that the evil cultivator took the monk as a hostage. kill.

The little monk Kong Fan clasped his hands together, his eyes were calm, looking at the monk whose neck was strangled by the evil cultivator, he directly used his [sacrifice oneself for others] skill quickly.

If it's just relying on skills, the 5-minute cooldown between these skills is enough for that evil cultivator to attack others.

At this moment, many scriptures that he had read during this period suddenly appeared in Kong Fan's mind. Looking at the figure surrounded by many great monks, he suddenly remembered a palm move.

Palm of mercy.

It will not hurt other monks who are also Buddhists.

The little child was standing by the door, his spiritual power was slightly jerky flowing through his meridians, and finally, a layer of dazzling golden light condensed on his small palm, and he pressed Xie Xiu to his knees with one palm!

Yin Jinchi: "What!"

I am already a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, and the other party is not only a foundation-building stage, but also a child, how is this possible? !

Yin Jinchi's murderous eyes looked at the little monk Kongfan standing in the distance.

Kongfan is the only character whose spiritual power is less than that of the main body, Zhou Jing, and needs to be cultivated by himself. Using this palm, the evil cultivator did not suppress it for long.

As soon as Yin Jinchi's knee touched the ground, he stood up as soon as he exerted his strength, but even so, he was afraid of Kong Fan.

Yin Jinchi sneered in his heart, this little bald donkey has such profound skills that can hurt him at such a young age, he thinks he is a good seed with a bright future in this Jialan Temple.I don't know if I kill him, the teacher of Kong Fan's little bald donkey will feel the same pain of being lost as himself.

Yin Jinchi only stared at Kong Fan, and the dagger in his hand flew out, aiming at the young monk Kong Fan's neck.

"when--"

Huiguang held the Zen stick in his hand, the top of the golden Zen stick matched the dagger, and picked the black dagger back.

Yin Jinchi suffered on his own, his dagger was hit back by Huiguang and stuck in his shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, Kong Fan only saw the figure of the evil cultivator running away like the wind.

As soon as Huiguang's Zen stick fell to the ground, he leaped forward with all his strength to catch up.

Kong Fan recalled the "compassionate palm" move he had just used, then lowered his head, and used it [sacrificing oneself for others] on the injured but surviving monk on the ground.

Hiss, it hurts!

The last time he confronted this evil cultivator, Kongfan transferred the wounds suffered by others to himself, but with the poison of paralysis, he pawned helplessly without knowing it, but this time he felt those wounds hurt to death.