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"Look, the sun has come out." Xian Jianchen said, "Western Heaven is not far away."

Since entering the depths of the snow field, the only people they can talk to are each other.Most of the time, I don't talk about cultivation or the world, just talk about some boring nonsense, and tell the story of the four masters and apprentices going to learn scriptures.

Song Qianji narrowed his eyes slightly: "We are eighty miles away to the Ice Cracking Abyss, be careful of the whirlwind above the abyss."

The cracked ice abyss is also known as the gap in the snowfield.The whirlwind is generated from the bottom of the unfathomable abyss, which has a strong attraction and can empty the spiritual energy in the monk's body.According to the existing records in the world of comprehension, monks who have never fallen have reappeared in the world.

"Do you still know the location of the cracked ice abyss?" Xian Jianchen doubted, "From the Dead Sea to the end of the continent, have you really walked this road?"

"Let's walk alone in the dream." Song Qianji greeted Xian Jianchen, "Go to the sword."

The two raised the Shadowless Sword again and set off again.

Xian Jianchen clicked his tongue in amazement: "It's ok, boy, after playing for so long, I can fly again. It's really durable, high quality and low price!"

Song Qianji has lost his temper with this old oil bottle: "I have the 'Fountain of Immortality' by my side, and the wound can heal itself slowly. Who knows what kind of injury you suffered, even the Spring of Immortality can't help."

"Did you hear any sound?" Xian Jianchen scratched his ears.

Song Qianji: "It's the Spring of Immortality. I just praised it. When it's happy, it hits the clean bottle a few times in the face for me to hear the sound. When it's unhappy, it also bumps the bottle to demonstrate."

"It's like having a cat. Hey, not only it, but also other sounds." Xian Jianchen doubted.

Song Qianji listened carefully, the smile in his eyes faded suddenly, his face darkened: "It's the sound of the piano."

The sound of the piano is like gurgling water, faint green smoke, and fluttering white butterflies, all the way over mountains and ridges, floating with the new wind.

The sound of the music spreads far and wide, melodious and melodious, which shows the profound attainments of the qin player.It is enough to be fascinated and amazed to hear this good news in any place.

But here is the snow field, the last thing anyone should play the piano, not even anyone.

"What song?" Xian Jianchen asked.

Song Qianji sighed, "Ambush on all sides."

Xian Jianchen made a gesture to jump: "Since it's an ambush from all sides, I will run away first as a teacher. I believe you can handle it yourself."

Song Qianji grabbed him back and said, "Leave the sword to me!"

"More? Seven are not enough for you?"

In the noisy room, the Shadowless Sword flew faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became clearer and more urgent.

It seems that a hundred thousand troops are rushing in, and the beacon is everywhere, and the soldiers are approaching the city.

The weather is clear and the view is wide.I saw a figure sitting alone on the top of the snow-capped mountain under the blue sky, playing the piano, with a green skirt like the sea, big sleeves fluttering, and the wind blowing back to the snow.

Xian Jianchen was overjoyed: "Ambush from all sides, so there was only one person. She is still a very beautiful fairy."

The Shadowless Sword hovered.Song Qianji looked at the familiar figure: "Ambush on all sides, one person is enough, why do you need thousands of troops?"

He stopped here again, where he died in his previous life.

Songs are different songs, and people are different people.The snowfield is still the same as before, and the scenery looks like last year every year.

Xian Jianchen yelled: "The fairy playing the piano opposite, let's discuss it, we are in a hurry, can we listen after we finish our work?"

Song Qianji: "...do you think this is useful?"

"I think you can at least give it a try." Xian Jianchen touched his chin, his expression very hesitant, "Even if your Qijueqin was not damaged in the Blood River Valley, could it be better than her?"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the player who played the piano raised his eyes.

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded from afar: "Back when Senior Brother Song taught me Fengxue Entering the Battle, my cultivation was low, my piano skills were insufficient, and I couldn't play the complete piece. Now I have a successful voice, and my cultivation is far better than before. This song Flying Daggers is the last piece my master taught me. Brother Song, what do you think of my playing?"

Song Qianji commented: "That's right, your piano skills have indeed made great progress, and you've got eight percent of the true rhyme of this song."

Xian Jianchen was dumbfounded.

Immediately, he sent a voice transmission in a strange way: "Okay, it turned out to be a good thing you did. You were free back then, why did you write a song about entering the battle in the snow?"

Song Qianji sneered: "You brought so much hatred along the way, and so many troubles you caused? Previously, the ancestors of the Zhao family and those from the Huawei Sect, who did the good deeds?"

Xian Jianchen knew he was wrong, so he didn't talk back.

He Qingqing stood up holding the piano, like a young student, and handed in the test paper to the first teacher: "Where do you owe the other two points?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "Eight points are already enough, and the moon is full and there is a shortage, so there is no need to insist on perfection."

He Qingqing smiled and said: "If you can't be perfect, it's useless to play this piano. If you can't climb to the top, it's useless to spend this life."

The strings of the "Jiuxiao Huanpei" in her bosom vibrated, and streaks of brilliant purple light flew out, lingering around her, as if in response.

Song Qianji sighed lightly, and said bluntly: "It's a pity that you don't want to see me here, and you don't want to play this piece of music. Naturally, the piano is not quiet and lacks a certain degree of enthusiasm."

He Qingqing was startled: "I..."

When she was playing the piano, there were indeed countless thoughts in her mind, noisy and noisy, and the snow was flying chaotically.

Until Song Qianji's figure appeared.The sky and the earth suddenly became strangely quiet, and the whistling wind could not be heard. In an instant, the rain produced hundreds of grains, and thousands of flowers and plants broke through the ground and sprouted.

He Qingqing gritted her teeth and said stubbornly: "How do you know I don't want to? You know yourself better than me?"

Song Qianji's eyes, as calm as water, gradually became sharper, like a sharp sword breaking out of its sheath:

"Miss He, goodbye by the Sansheng Stone, have you got what you want?"

He Qingqing murmured: "On the Sansheng Stone, I saw you and me standing together, but it turned out to be here and now."

She tightly clasped the Nine Heavens Ring with her ten fingers, and suddenly said loudly: "This seat is already the leader of the Immortal League!"

"Leader Fairy!" Xian Jianchen laughed and pointed at Song Qianji, and then pointed behind him: "This person looks normal, but in fact he just went on a killing spree, causing the blood to flow like a river and the bones to be piled up. I advise you not to block our way."

He Qingqing's breath changed slightly.

With her as the center, the surrounding snow turned into flakes, floated up from her feet, and returned to the sky, forming a snow tornado that pierced the sky and the earth: "Sword God, King Song. I am here not to block the way, but to Please give me an edict from the King of Song..."

Xian Jianchen had a bad intuition, and said via voice transmission: "The string of red beads in her hand has absorbed Xu Yun's skill. Why don't you use the sword while she is still in the spell?"

Song Qian didn't move.

He Qingqing continued: "I don't want to capture Qianqu. There is no winner in this battle, and the price paid by Qianqu and Xianmeng is enough. Today's meeting in the snow field, I am here for peace talks. Please witness the entire cultivation world."

After finishing speaking, he raised his sleeves, and eighteen blood-red beads flew into the sky along with the snow tornado, covering a radius of ten li with splendor.

A majestic and vast force that is close to the origin of heaven and earth is pulled out by the red bead, and the clear sky seems to be torn open, revealing a chaotic void that is neither black nor white, and countless colors are intertwined and flowing.

"Is it necessary?" Xian Jianchen jumped up: "You young people like to make such a big noise!"

Song Qianji sternly said: "You are using power that does not belong to you, and you will definitely suffer its backlash!"

He Qingqing smiled and said: "If it's not mine, it's still for me to use. There is nothing in this world that I can't do."

She used the ruby ​​beads as a medium and used the power of the superstar tree to open a passage.

At the same time, it was night in Qianqu County far away in Tianxizhou.

From Qianqu County to Hongfu County, and even the surrounding swamps and miasma forests, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The strong wind was extremely strange, it didn't blow from any place, east, west, north, south, but actually descended from the sky, like a huge door opened in the sky, releasing a cold and violent airflow.

Qianqu was protected by a formation, but outside the formation was flying sand and rocks, and billowing smoke and dust.

The monks were inexplicably palpitated, as if attracted by some powerful force, and looked up at the night sky.

The night sky faded rapidly and turned into a silvery white.

It is like a long painting slowly opening, and like a mirror covering the night, the boundless snowfield spreads above the head.

Now in this area, the Xianmeng, Qianqu, and Qianqu reinforcements from all walks of life have gathered, and almost the combat power of the entire comprehension world is here.

With such a vision, both monks and mortals were shocked.

This is a shock that cannot be described in words.

"What's going on? Is it the attack method on the other side?"

"Don't panic, follow the command!"

Soon people could see clearly the figures in the snowstorm.The three of them confronted each other, one of them was stunningly beautiful, wearing a gorgeous green skirt, the other was wearing a black cloak, looking tired and impatient.

In the end, the man was only wearing a thin white robe, but when the people of Qianqu saw him, they could no longer see others, and burst into cheers in an instant:

"It's King Song! The one in the sky is King Song!"

"King Song, we are guarding Qianqu!"

"Everyone, calm down. This is the snowfield near the end of the mainland. King Song is not in the sky, so he can't hear us!"

The city wall of Qianqu is so high that it used to be as if standing on the top of the city could pick up the stars in the sky.Now it seems that as long as you reach out, you can brush off the snowflakes on Song Qian's machine suit.

The person who had been separated for a long time and was rumored to be dead several times finally reappeared before his eyes.

The three people at the top of the city watched for a while before turning their attention to He Qingqing.

Meng Heze: "What does she want to do, is she crazy?"

Wei Zhenyu sneered and said, "I think she is very sober."

Ji Chen endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back: "If I had known today, then Blood River Valley..."

The sky over Hongfu County is occupied by the Qingya Cloud Boat.The young disciples gathered on the deck and exclaimed repeatedly:

"We have been staring at Wujin's car, but we haven't noticed any movement!"

"I thought why the lord would come to negotiate with the supervisor, but she went to the snowfield."

"Keep your voice down, brother is practicing knife, don't disturb him."

Midnight Manjusri had already put away his knife, staring at the silver and white curtain, rustling the wind and snow.

The Xianmeng monks in the poisonous miasma forest were shocked and aphasic at first, and then became more excited than the Qianqu people.They set up all kinds of flying instruments, wishing to fly into the snow field in the sky:

"Leader He actually went to the snowfield? She actually intercepted Sword God and King Song all by herself?"

"Since leader He can open a channel so that everyone can see what happened in Xueyuan. It can be seen that she is stronger than the previous leader! She is already the strongest in the world! But when did leader He become so powerful? Nephew Yuan, Do you know?" A Huawei Sect elder asked curiously.

Yuan Qingshi's face was pale, but luckily the sky was covered with snow, which illuminated everything on the ground with a layer of silvery white light.

Why did He Qingqing improve her cultivation rapidly?Why did Master turn into ashes after death?

The answer he wanted to ignore was torn across the sky.

In the suspicious eyes of everyone, he heard himself say in a low voice: "Since President He has the Immortal Immortality Pill, it is not surprising that he has other cultivation secrets. When the situation stabilizes in the future, the President will naturally not treat everyone badly."

Everyone in Xianmeng accepted this reason.It was destiny that He Qingqing got the mysterious opportunity.

"Leader He must consume a lot of power to use this supernatural power. Is it just to show strength?"

"If everyone can see her defeating Song Qianji with their own eyes, Qianqu's hearts will be scattered. If there is no power of faith to increase the power of the formation, why worry about Qianqu not being defeated? Then how can Meng Heze and Wei Zhenyu parry?"

"The leader's move is really ingenious. If the news leaked in advance, Qian Qu would spare no effort to stop her at all costs. Now, even Ziye Manjusri has no choice but to watch like us."

"Long live the leader! Long live the fairy alliance!"

Under the gaze of all the people, a blue shadow moved on the snowfield.

He Qingqing said: "This seat comes to negotiate a peace, and there are only three conditions. As long as the king of Song agrees, the Immortal League will immediately withdraw its troops, and this seat will immediately give way. Please pass."

Xian Jianchen scratched his ear: "Tell me and listen."

"Firstly, Xianmeng needs a sum of spirit stones to compensate for the laborious expedition. Secondly, Qianqu will pay 3000 million spiritstones to Xianmeng every year in the future. Thirdly, the walls of Qianqu's outer city will not be expanded in the future."

Xian Jianchen: "Wait! Although this deity doesn't understand the twists and turns in the sect, what's the difference between this and land cession?"

"Even if this seat unifies the realm of comprehension, Qianqu will still be Qianqu of King Song. If this happens today, Qianqu and Xianmeng will live in peace for 500 years. This battle should not continue. If you agree, please give me a high-five." .”

He Qingqing only looked at Song Qianji.

Song Qianji looked calm.

"I disagree," he said. "1 times I disagree."