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Whether you are in Qianqu or outside Qianqu, you can always see the same night sky and the same bright moon when you look up.

The moon is astonishingly bright tonight, especially on the vast snowfield.

The closer to the end of the continent, the lower the temperature.If the monks had no spiritual protection, the blood would be frozen into ice.

After crossing the snow mountain, Song Qianji lowered his flying sword and gave up fighting against the increasingly violent gang wind.For the final battle, he wants to save his aura.

On this snow field with no people, no beasts, no flowers and plants, and no living things, there are two people trekking under the moon.

Wearing a black cloak to keep out the cold, Xian Jianchen took good care of himself, and even supported Song Qianji's shoulders to save his energy.

Song Qianji was wearing a plain white robe, and was using the Shadowless Sword as a snow stick, almost blending with the white snow.

The footprints of the two are deep and shallow, like a stream winding forward, shining brightly under the moon.

"Apprentice, the story you told is not finished yet. What will happen after arriving in the Western Paradise?"

"Of course it is to obtain the scriptures, save all sentient beings, and then be ranked among the immortals." Song Qianji shook off the hands on his shoulders No. 20 times.

"A few volumes of scriptures can purify all living beings? Do you think that all living beings are being purified now? They have been tossing around like this, and finally they are among the immortals?"

Song Qianji was speechless: "It's a virtue to listen to stories without being arrogant."

Xian Jianchen once again raised his hand to support his shoulder: "As a teacher, I feel that after going through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, I only ended up ascending to immortality and Nirvana to Buddhahood. It's a pity, it's not enjoyable, and it's boring."

Song Qianji thought for a while: "That's right, if I had worked so hard to get to Xitian, I would definitely find a good land and plant it for ten years, eight years, and 20 years. , have a good time."

Xian Jianchen was speechless for a while: "...You are not very old, but you still have a lot of addiction."

Song Qianji: "Don't rely on the old to sell the old, let me go!"

"You boy, whoever you say is relying on the old to sell the old! Don't let go!"

"Ah, look what's ahead!"

"Come on, there isn't even a chicken feather in this ghostly place—ah!" Xian Jianchen jumped up.

His hand was still on Song Qian's fuselage, who was almost brought down by him.

At the end of the line of sight, on the horizon under the moonlight, there are countless ice sculptures standing abruptly.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a crystal forest, high and low, reflecting fluorescent colors.

Song Qianji and Xian Jianchen stopped their childish bickering, and their smiles gradually disappeared.

There are continuous ice sculptures, like a transparent embankment blocking the only way for the two to pass.

They have no choice but to move on.

The closer you are, the clearer you can see.The statues are as tall as a person, with blurred facial features and different movements. Whether standing or meditating, they all maintain a gesture of clasped hands, exuding a terrifying aura.

"What is this?" Song Qianji murmured.

He also came here in his previous life, but he had never seen these things before.

Xian Jianchen sneered: "According to his temperament, knowing that we are coming to kill him, how could he just sit and wait for death?"

Song Qianji: "But I have killed all his incarnations."

Xian Jianchen said solemnly: "These are not incarnations, they are people."

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a crisp "click".

The ice sculpture exploded a crack from head to toe.

"Whoa!"

Cracks spread rapidly.The ice sculpture clusters exploded one after another, and the crisp crackling sound echoed in the silent snow field in the middle of the night, like a group of wild beasts breaking out of their shells.

Song Qianji's heart trembled when he heard this, and he couldn't help frowning: "You said they are human?"

Without Xian Jianchen answering, the group of statues began to move.Take off a layer of ice shell, revealing facial features, skin, clothing, hands and feet.

It was actually a group of monks dressed as monks.

Instead of the usual apricot or gold-red robes, they wore black cassocks.

On the white snow, a group of black shadows stretched their torso like ghosts, dusting off the ice debris, and their stiff bodies gradually regained their flexibility.

Xian Jianchen said: "He has been a 'Master Wuxiang' for so many years, and he is famous and respected far and wide for his lectures. Alas, I wished to suspect everyone and kill his clones everywhere in the past 200 years. I didn't expect Wuxiang to be one of them. "

How good is Wuxiang's reputation?

Everyone in the comprehension world knows that he is merciful.Jiang Yun asked him to heal He Qingqing's face, and Xu Yun asked him to tell Chen Hongzhu's fortune.When Song Qian was stabbed unconscious, Ji Chen heard that he was coming and immediately invited him in.

Fame is an invisible sword.

Song Qianji said loudly: "Who are you all? Why are you blocking the way here?"

"Amitabha." The monk at the front put his palms together and saluted slightly, with a very polite attitude: "We are followers of Master Wuxiang, and the master sent us to wait here to intercept and kill the two of you."

Song Qianji: "There is no master, he is a lunatic who wants to destroy the world, you are all deceived by him!"

Xian Jianchen just shook his head and sighed: "It's useless. He is best at deceiving people."

"Let's go!" said the leading monk.

All the believers chanted scriptures in unison, and the black cassock burst into scarlet brilliance.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and a series of sinister aura rose from them.

The shattered snow swept the ground, forming a tornado storm, attacking Xian Jianchen and Song Qianji.

Pieces of snowflakes were as sharp as knives, Song Qianji erected the Spring and Autumn Sword, forming a barrier of sword energy to block Xian Jianchen.

"I have been waiting here for a long time, trapped in the ice and snow, just to integrate my life with the snow field, so that I can use the power of the snow field to form this formation. The two benefactors, tonight will not pass."

Song Qianji just felt ridiculous: "I have no grievances or enmity with you, why are you so risking your life?"

His voice could not pass through the blizzard, and it dissipated in an instant.

There was no light in the sun and the moon, only the sound of chanting became louder and louder, resounding through the snow field.

The two were trapped in the center of the storm, and the sharp snow flakes on all sides were like iron walls and copper walls that were constantly approaching.

Song Qianji had a headache when he heard it: "What are they reading! What's the meaning of 'Life is so joyful and death is so painful, sacrifice one's life for martyrdom'? What did Wuxiang teach?"

Xian Jianchen sighed: "Can the scriptures that have not been handed down be any serious scriptures? This should be his own teaching. The power of Qianqu's faith has condensed into luck and become your shield. These believers fanatically believe in He is the spear in his hand."

Song Qianji again sacrificed the "Duchuan Sword" for sailing against the current, buried his head in chopping, and protected Xian Jianchen to move forward.

The sword he stabbed slashed on the wild snow all around, and the believers were also cracked with scars, and blood dripped on the snow through the black cassock.

Seeing this, Song Qianji knew that what they said was true: "Can you explain something, and listen to me first!"

The believers were expressionless, their eyes were empty, and they still read:

"Ice and snow, save my body. The old world is dead, and the new world will be established."

The sound fills my ears like a magic sound.

Song Qianji was aroused fiercely: "You want to consume me? Before the formation consumes me, you may die first."

The leading monk said: "As long as I have one breath, I will swear to stop you."

Song Qian's heart sank.

It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages and the desire to survive. To overcome this instinct, external force alone cannot do it.

Qianqu is strong because of the power of faith. In order to protect his homeland, weak mortals dare to resist powerful monks.

The immortal monks who attacked Qianqu and hunted them down, either because of greed, power, or hatred, no matter how crazy they were, they still cherished their lives and greedy their lives.

As long as you can live, who wants to die?After reading a few words, "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about no firewood, and it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years" and you will think about it.

But this group of people in front of them puts life and death aside, and regards martyrdom as an honor.

Greed and desire cannot defeat the power of faith, so can faith defeat faith?

Did the spear pierce the shield, or did the shield block the spear?

Song Qianji secretly scolded Wuxiang for harming others, and for wanting to harm others, while shouting at Xian Jianchen: "This is already the most difficult enemy to deal with, why don't you make a move this time?"

Xian Jianchen shook his head: "It's hard to say. You should take the sword again."

Song Qianji held the hilt of the Feilai sword with his backhand, and his wrist trembled subconsciously: "Why is it so cold! Is there something warmer?"

The two of them are already full of wind and snow.When the sword was unsheathed, it was cold, which made the situation even worse.

"The name of this sword is 'Breaking Delusion', and it can help the sword-wielder to break through emptiness. This formation is powerful, because it is blessed with the power of faith and vows. You are not comfortable with other swords, but this sword is the most suitable. But you hold When fighting swords, you need to temporarily put aside your complicated and chaotic thoughts, and give up your abundant emotions." Xian Jianchen changed the subject, "Can you do it? If you can't, you will be ready to run for your life as a teacher."

Song Qianji took a deep breath: "Mind method!"

The wind and snow curtains on all sides became stronger and stronger, and every sword stabbed with all its strength could only draw shallow marks.

Like a bamboo sword that can't penetrate an iron wall, Song Qianji fell into a passive state.

Xian Jianchen: "Without a mental method, you first imagine that you are made of ice and snow, and have nothing to do with all the joys and sorrows in the world. You know right from wrong and have a firm mind, but you don't understand strong emotions..."

"What the hell?" Song Qianji felt more and more abstract and incomprehensible the more he listened: "What sin did I do, to hold my feet temporarily in this deadly battle?"

"Think about something happy first. When we encountered this formation, it means that he has no cards to play."

They successfully got rid of the siege and interception of the Zhengdao Xianmeng, forcing the enemies behind the scenes to use their last and strongest assistance.

"What you said makes sense." Song Qianji agreed, "Let's talk about the sword again."

The two quarreled all the way, but they also accumulated a lot of tacit understanding.

No matter how difficult and desperate the situation is, they can always enjoy it.

Who said that the trip to the west can only have pain?

Xian Jianchen: "Well, the material used to forge it is very special, and it has the same origin as Qingya's 'Snow Blade Knife'."

Song Qianji cursed: "You didn't say it earlier!"

Xian Jianchen: "Is this important?"

Song Qianji closed his eyes and began to recall the feeling of using the snow blade.

……

It was late at night, and the bright shadow of the moon was obscured by thick clouds.

The lights of the cloud boats above Hongfu County have been extinguished, and the sky and the ground are generally dark.

In the depths of the night, a crimson glow suddenly lit up, like a meteor dragging its long tail across the sky.

People on the ground raised their heads one after another:

"How come meteors are so bright and red?"

"That's the Wujin car from Xianyinmen. Is He Xianzi really going to Huaweizong?"

He Qingqing sat in the resplendent Wujin car, closed his eyes and fell asleep until the car stopped.

"Master, there are people blocking the way ahead!" The young disciple who drove the car came inside and reported.

He Qingqing raised her eyelids and looked over the drooping Bisha.

The woman blocking the way was wearing a neat red dress, with a thin waist and slender legs, and was wielding a beautiful long sword.

Chen Hongzhu took "Hundred Flowers to Kill" and stopped He Qingqing's Wujin car by himself:

"Miss He..."

Immediately, disciple Xianyin shouted: "My sect head is here, why is Fairy Chen so rude!"

Chen Hongzhu was startled, and changed his words: "Master He."

All the disciples of the Immortal Sound had a bad expression on their faces, holding the zither, pipa and other musical instruments in their arms, their fingers tensed.

Chen Hongzhu looked through the slightly shaking green gauze, staring at the slender figure behind the gauze.

"We met again." The woman's cold voice came from behind Bisha, "I'm rushing to treat your father, why are you blocking my way here?"

"Master He, I have a few words to tell you!" Chen Hongzhu said.

"Oh?" The woman replied lightly, "Then get in the car."

The Wujin chariot shines brightly in the dark night, and Fairy Miaoyan rode on such a chariot back then.

Now He Qingqing is riding in a bigger and more gorgeous car, like a palace on the clouds, exuding a cold aura.

Beauty Xiangche, ninety-nine out of ten monks in this world can't wait to go in and take a ride after seeing it.

Chen Hongzhu said, "I won't get in the car. Please come down and talk to me."