New White Snake Asking Immortals

The snow was still falling, and the little rock recovered after killing all the bandits.

Li Daniu, Xu Jiaorong and the others watched in horror as Xiao Shi Shi crouched down and cried, picking up silver while sobbing, picking up large and small pieces of silver and sending them to the shop. There were many thieves with broken knees and screaming for help. Desperately crawling to the distance, the so-called heroes are fierce when facing the old and weak and women, but they reveal their true nature when facing the terrifying powerhouse.

In the snow, Xiao Shi sobbed and moved the money, sent it all to the shop, closed the door, and held the table against the door.

The little boy crouched behind the door and sobbed...

The blizzard in Suzhou and Hangzhou was not too heavy, and the blizzard whistled in the Jinshan Courtyard in the distance. The scary thing is that so far the surrounding black clouds are still constantly replenishing, and the rumbling sound of the wind in Suzhou and Hangzhou can be clearly heard.

The sound that came over was not a whining sound, but a low-pitched moo-like trembling sound.

The golden pagoda in the center of the storm has been frozen into an ice pagoda. From top to bottom, about two feet thick ice wraps the entire tower body.

The ice tower can't stand up, and the stone tower of the ordinary wooden tower can't bear the weight and collapsed.

If you want to extract the dragon energy of the earth vein, you must solve the pagoda, and the earth vein is suppressed by the high-level magic weapon and it is difficult to extract it.

The snow blows over the boots, and Bai Yujun is about to push down the pagoda.

He turned sharply back to the direction of the mountain gate.

"Huh? Here..."

At this moment, a vaguely white figure appeared in the wind and snow, and the violent roaring wind and snow had no effect on it, and it approached step by step.

The colorful orbs between the dragon horns above Bai Yujun's head trembled, and the arc of the dragon spear and gun blade was even worse!

Very strong, it should be the real black hand behind him.

The other party walked very slowly and looked indifferent. Bai Yujun knew that the person pretended not to care but was actually careful and cautious. The snowstorm was the world of the dragons. It must be humiliating to be disgraced here.

When he saw the man clearly, a white pouted.

"Really saucy bag~"

Bai Yujun doesn't know him and has never seen him before. He is very young. He looks about twenty-one years old. He is a young monk with fair complexion and delicate facial features. He walks barefoot. God, the most important thing is that faint smile that makes people feel close to the expression, showing perfection from the inside to the outside.

Even if this kid doesn't need to spend money to go to the brothel, he will be paid by the oiran, and he will sleep in the brothel for free until he is forty.

It doesn't matter if we Bai Jiao wears white, this guy is also all white, he feels... yin and yang strange, to a little bit like a gentleman in the city.

Is it really good to make yourself so perfect?

The monk in white walked on the snow, and came to the pagoda and stood a few feet away from Bai Yujun.

The colored orbs trembled faster, the arc of the dragon gun crackled, and Bai Yujun frantically mobilized the blizzard to suppress the opponent.

The young monk smiled and showed his white teeth. He was very handsome. If he was in the brothel, he would definitely cause screaming and shouting. The corners of a white mouth twitched and he was very disgusted with such a smile.

Who is this kid?

I have never heard of such a number one person, and there is no record in the books of Chunyang Palace which records the powerful monks.

Guess it should be the black hand behind the series of plots.

I can't tell whether he is smiling or smirking. I'm afraid that he has already been angry when he has been seen through his repeated strategies. There are people who are indifferent and disinterested, and it must not be him. Bai's face was bitter, and he was afraid that his face would be completely torn.

Suddenly I remembered a rumor about the Wisdom King...

"Bai Jiao, it is worthy of being a heaven and earth spirit beast, the earth dragon turns over, the snow spreads over the golden mountains, but unfortunately, it all ends here."

After just saying one sentence, the young monk in white stretched out his white palm...

The orb suspended between the dragon horns above Bai Yujun's head suddenly burst into colorful rays of light and trembled! A huge pressure suddenly came! Bai Yujun's skin appears white scales due to the full operation of energy!

Roar loudly.

"Roar~!"

The blizzard is sudden! Bai Yujun used all his strength to hold the dragon spear in front of him, the jewel above his head was dazzling, and even the fangs in his mouth became long and half-human and half-dragon shape...

The young monk still smiled, and Bai Nen's palm slowly moved forward.

Bai Yujun leaned forward to support the dragon spear forcefully, her feet cut two deep grooves in the snow and kept retreating, her white hair fluttered in the wind, her eyes glowed red, and the dragon spear screamed and her arms trembled.

So strong! Gou live for the first time in the past eight hundred years with a Mahayana monk, especially the other party is a big man who has been famous for a long time and has not ascended. The old man of the wisdom king in the sky is fake, he is the real one!

Even with the help of the blizzard weather and the two treasures left by the dragon, it is still difficult to resist, after all, his own cultivation base is still too weak to fully exert the power of the two treasures.

High in the sky, the real person of Chunyang Palace and the Western monks of the Mahayana period contain each other...

Beneath the ice tower, Bai Yujun couldn't control his form, revealing his tail, and the jewel above his head shone brightly, as if resisting the attack of the other party's soul.

Anger yelled.

"snowstorm!"

Boom~! In the eye of the storm, the black clouds and thunder and lightning raged and fell, and the lightning electrodes were rare in the snow.

The young monk still kept smiling, the lightning strayed to the side, and the ice cubes turned into ice and snow powder when they approached him within a range of two meters...

Bai Yujun didn't know whether he was strong and calm or really calm, and he had to go all out anyway.

With the help of the blizzard weather and the two divine weapons that could be resisted, and the young monk took a step forward, Bai Yujun suddenly felt a tremendous force to suppress and slide back again.

I was thinking to myself why I haven't come out yet...

At this moment, a sword suddenly fell from the sky!

hum~

The shimmering ancient sword plunged into the snow, and then spread a semi-circular energy field around the sword body, raising his palm forward, the King of Wisdom frowned and was forced to take a few steps back by the aura~www.wuxiamtl.com ~Bai Yujun was working hard, but the strength vanished in vain for a while, failing to react and almost falling over.

Looking up, the sword would not be forgotten even if he died. It was a token left by Li Xiangyan, who had ascended to the Immortal Realm. A graceful figure fell from the sky, with a robe and a jade crown, and white hair on the temples. It slowly fell to the sword and stood still.

"Chu... Sect Master?"

A certain Bai was stunned, and even the orb between the dragon horns paused.

As always, Chu Zhe's smile is like a spring breeze, always giving people the feeling of a gentleman, and it is also the style that Yuxu has inherited for many years.

"Junior Sister Bai, I am here."

"Ha~ Thank you for your help~ I'm going to eat~"

Bai Yujun flicked his tail and started to deal with the pagoda covered by ice, as if feeling the dragon energy in the earth veins beckoning to him, eat it! Get stronger!

. Sogou