Fu Canglu

Chapter 403 An Invitation, All Eyes
far north.

Wind and Snow Silver City.Reflecting the Moon Little Demon Realm.

In the quiet room, an ancient incense burns.

There is a blue-white color spreading in the quiet room, like frost climbing, the ancient incense is frozen by the ice, only the faint sparks at the top of the incense column exudes a delicate fragrance.

I don't know when this stick of ancient incense started to burn, and how many years it has been burning, but now it still maintains a complete body, it seems that it will never burn out, and it will never go out.

There was only one person in the quiet room.

The figure closed its eyes tightly, and leaned against the stone wall of the quiet room with its back. The bluish-white color of frost behind it spread especially seriously, almost pale, spreading like a spider web, covering the quiet room layer by layer. The color fades gradually.

The man sat opposite Gu Xiang.

A silence.

No one knows how long the silence lasted.

How long will it last.

The man had a rather strange face.

He closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids twitched slightly, his eyebrows raised but refused to open, his lips moved slightly, a half-smile.

The land of the extreme north, the Snowy Silver City, No.1 in the world.

The reason why he has a strange face is that since that day in Luoyang, his appearance has undergone slight changes.

The face of this No.1 in the world is no longer as firm and sharp as before. Over the long years, the lines have gradually softened, and the chill on his face has become more serious.

It's just that this chill is more like an innate coldness.

His severed arm had already been gathered by the wind and snow, and the countless heavy dead breaths had finally exhausted the continuous breath in the days and nights. in the arm.

Suddenly the ancient fragrance began to burn.

Big fire.

That pillar of ancient fragrance is like heavy snow falling, and the ashes are flickering.

In an instant, it was wiped out.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, whose back was pressed against the wall of the quiet room, had blood overflowing from his mouth and nose, and was quickly frozen into frost. His head drooped slightly, his limbs became weak, and the dead energy contained in that arm turned into countless red lines. spread.

His smile stiffened.

Like dying.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy snowstorm in the quiet room.

In Yingyue Xiaomo's territory, one after another weak spirit power was sucked into this quiet room by an inexplicable force.

This place vaguely became the center of the storm.

The spirit invisible to the naked eye turned into a vortex, circling around the "dead" City Lord of Fengxue Silver City, and whirling crazily against the quiet room in all directions.

"Bang" suddenly exploded.

It was like a spring thunder rising ninety thousand miles above the clouds.

This "bang" sounded muffled in Yingyue Xiaomo's territory.

All spirits were torn apart.

A real heavy snow was burning in the quiet room.

These snowflakes came from nowhere and stuck to the body of the "dead" Snowstorm Silver City City Lord, turning into illusory flames, sticking to each other and burning every inch.

His robe, his eyebrows, his long hair, and his already old face all burned in the snow like fireworks.

An invisible flame burns everything.

Burn away the years, burn away the old age, burn away the majestic death energy that was handed out by the red-clothed sword fairy in that arm.

Usher in
Rebirth!

"The City Lord of Snow Wind and Silver City" moved his lips slightly.

The originally drooping head trembled slightly for a moment.

The long hair covered with countless snowflakes trembled slightly, and in an instant the snow disappeared, and the gray and old hair turned black like a young man.

All the dead energy and red lines in his frozen arm had been burned away by the "fire".

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng suddenly clenched his fists.

The wind and snow on his left arm shattered with a bang.

A full arm is exposed.

His face was expressionless and his expression was blank.

After repeatedly clenching his fists, he felt the endless vitality in his body, as well as the vast and majestic warmth of the world.

He slowly raised his hands and stroked his cheeks.

caress.

Knead.

Finally peeled off a piece of skin.

Someone gave a soft "hee" in the quiet room.

Then put the skin back on again.

It was still the quiet room.

The Lord of Fengxue Silver City sat here quietly, as he had been doing all these years, with his back against the wall, raised his head, and slowly looked at the quiet room.

The ancient fragrance is still burning.

He spent seventeen months here.

seventeen months.

Because of the "death energy" on the sword, every minute and every second is like a whole year, countless fragmented moments, he is only one step away from the real "death".

That "death energy" desperately tried to pull him into the abyss.

Therefore, it is already extremely difficult for him to allocate a very small part of the soul.

It's like a blind man who is deaf, trapped in an extremely small quiet room, ignorant of the outside world.

Now he has taken back all his spirits.

Just leaning in the quiet room like this, I can already have a panoramic view of everything.

In the three pagodas and one hall of Yingyue Little Demon Realm, everything is as usual.

For a hundred miles outside Fengxueyin City, everything was as usual.

Just one thing, something went wrong.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng slightly frowned.

Whether it is the Wind Snow Silver City in the secular world, or the Little Moon Reflecting Realm here, there is no sign of that person.

The huge power of the soul swept across Fengxue Yincheng and Yingyue Little Demon Realm again.

Still not.

Then he narrowed his eyes, as if seeing something.

It is the "eye" outside the city of Yincheng in the wind and snow, and there is a picture: the princess in the snow and snow is very straightforward and neat over the city wall and escapes from Yincheng.

He closed his eyes numbly.

Subsequent images continued to flow into his mind.

Including those Yincheng disciples who chased out of the city and came back shortly afterward.

During this process, he never spoke.

Therefore, the real geniuses in the Three Pagodas and One Hall did not take any action even though they witnessed the princess leaving Yincheng with supernatural powers or cultivation bases.

The voice of the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng was a little hoarse.

He opened his lips and read a word softly.

These words spread like invisible sound waves in the quiet room.

In an instant, it was introduced into the Little Demon Realm of Yingyue.

The Three Pagodas and One Hall, regarded as the highest place in the Little Demon Territory, slowly opened the gate by itself after those words were introduced into the Little Demon Realm.

No one knows what the Lord of Fengxue Silver City said.

This is the day.

The gate of Fengxue Yincheng opened, and four strange figures sprang out of it.

A young Taoist priest with an ancient whisk in his arms, a handsome monk in a snow-white cassock, and a frail scholar dressed as a Confucian scholar in the Shifu period.

There is another person who is not tall, wrapped in a big black robe, whose exact figure cannot be seen clearly, with a strange green ghost mask covering his face, the painting on the mask is extremely vivid, with fangs protruding, and evil eyebrows.

As soon as the four figures appeared, they immediately rushed into the heavy snow and disappeared without a trace.

The painted masked man with the green ghost's fangs led the way, stepping on the wind and snow all the way, traveling extremely fast, walking in a straight line with almost no obstacles.

Followed by three practitioners who were clearly not dressed in this era, with dull expressions, dull expressions, and unexpectedly coordinated speed, followed by a painted masked man with green ghost fangs in front.

The four of them moved forward at an extremely fast speed on the snow field.

in one direction.

South China Sea, the final peak.

In the quiet room.

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng suddenly thought of something extremely important.

Everyone's soul should be within the Yingyue Little Demon Realm.

He has been preparing for so long.

But that person left the Little Demon Realm.

What about her spirit?
The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng's gaze slowly moved down.

Moved to the left arm.

The expression on this face began to become gloomy and ugly.

The red line of "dead energy" that should have been burnt out, now left a very small thread, like a small red dot.

Almost invisible.

But there is still a "scourge" left.

The face of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng was a little pale, and he looked at the red spot on his left arm that had slowly solidified in the flesh and blood.

The one born out of nothing.

Can't see perfection.

Then, in the quiet room, a rhythmic voice slowly sounded.

Like anger, like resentment.

It rises slowly and ends without end.

Time flies extremely fast.

It is already July.

During the season when wild flowers bloom, someone sorted out a list of invitations from South China Sea.

Nanhai gave two invitations.

The first invitation is for the young great practitioners in the world, the real monsters, the group of people who are qualified to leave their names in the Monument of Immortals.

The second invitation is for a slightly inferior genius practitioner. Even if he has not entered the threshold of evildoers, he still has a great hope of becoming the mainstay of the world or temple in the future.

The weight of the first invitation is extremely heavy.

Those who are capable of receiving the first invitation are all true monsters who have already become famous and amazed the world.

Xi Yao, Dong Jun, Bei Xian, and Zhong Bodhisattva all received this invitation from Senior Brother Dao Tai, the host of the South China Sea.

Other than that, there is only "Lotus Immortal" Yi Xiao.

The list in the second invitation increased.

The rivers and lakes and temples are all romantic.

Interestingly, Tianque of Qiliang and Senluodao of Northern Wei both received an invitation.

There is only one invitation.

One temple, one invitation card.

What is worth pondering is that Nanhai also sent an invitation to Xiguan.

The recipient of the post was Jianguan Ren Pingsheng, who beat the West Drum with a sword in Xiguan.

The second invitation card, the person invited can also enter the Zhongwei Peak of the Master Chess Master, and participate in the discussion on Dao, sword and law on Zhongwei Peak, but it is a pity that the merit is short, and he has no chance to stay on the immortal fate on the immortal stele.

But even so, it was still a huge opportunity that was hard to refuse.

Some people have already arrived in the South China Sea, to the foot of Zhongwei Peak.

It is said that countless opportunities and wonders are hidden in the fairy mountain that has always maintained a neutral attitude outside the Central Plains.

There was a man standing on the top of the mountain, his purple Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

Brother Nanhai pushed the wheelchair.

The girl in the yellow shirt on the wheelchair has her temples flying, overlooking the peak and the world.

Young Master Xiaotao read softly: "In the South China Sea in July, there are half immortal monuments. One invitation card attracts the attention of all people."

She paused.

Big Brother Nanhai laughed and said, "Who can soar into the sky?"

(End of this chapter)